[You, alone, possess the qualification to trigger the True Body Status.]
[Creating an isolated battlefield for True Body battle…]
Adam had made a mistake.
In his previous life, the only reason the Stream Hunters had been able to defeat Lord Varos' [True Body] status was because of teamwork.
The hunters stuck within the orc faction had spent years, literal years, painstakingly studying the second floor's layout, secret zones, and historical lore.
Together, their combined knowledge had surpassed the 80% threshold required to trigger the True Body condition as a group.
But this ti…
Adam was the only one who knew enough.
'Shit…'
He cursed inwardly as the notification echoed in his mind.
He'd assud that once a team mber triggered the condition, the rest would be brought along.
But the system didn't seem to work that way... the qualification was personal!
His surroundings began to twist.
The world distorted like a glitching screen.
His fellow Stream Hunters blurred, their forms vanishing as though they were being erased out of existence.
In the blink of an eye, he stood alone.
The battlefield, the shattered remains of a forgotten kingdom, was quiet now.
Towering ruins reached toward a lightless sky, and broken stone walls jutted out from the earth like ribs of a buried beast.
No footsteps echoed behind him, and no voices called his na.
He was isolated...
He sighed, steadying his breath.
'I wonder if it's doable.'
[WeaverOfStories has donated an E-tier gift]
[You have received] Mana Restoration Orb : Fully restore mana in an instant upon use.
[WeaverOfStories has donated a D-tier gift]
[You have received] Defense Buff : For the next 2 hours, your physical defense has been increased by 30%.
[WeaverOfStories] : Don't panic strear, you're technically not alone since we're still here.
[Prankster of Kingdoms has donated 500 coins]
[Prankster of Kingdoms reminds you to upgrade your equipnt.
'A defense buff and a mana restoration gift... was he worried that I'd get overwheld by physical attacks from Lord Varos' summons?'
Adam thought.
Thanking the Story Weaver for the thoughtful gift, Adam took a mont to review his current equipnt.
[Equipnt]
├── Eldritch Mantle – A flowing dark-red robe that amplifies magic power by 20% and increases mana regeneration rate by 15%.
├── Runed Arcane Gloves – Inlaid with mystical inscriptions, these gloves enhance spellcasting speed and boost the potency of magical attacks by 10%.
├── Sanguine Ring – A crimson-etched ring that passively enhances blood regeneration, reducing the cost of blood-related magic.
├── Predator's Maw – A mask carved from the bone of an ancient beast. When worn, it exudes a primal aura, instilling fear in weaker foes.
Good gear... for a normal boss.
But against Lord Varos in his True Body form?
Laughable...
He quickly accessed his inventory and opened the auction interface.
[Gold] 43,534 Gold
He still had 43,534 Gold left...
That was more than enough.
He started with the mantle.
The Eldritch Mantle was good, but too vulnerable.
Weaver Of Stories' gift reminded him that he'd need protection against overwhelming attacks rather than equipnt that amplified his own magic.
[Purchased]
├── Obsidian Weave Armor (19,000 Gold) – Lightweight black armor made from woven shadowsteel and reinforced mana-thread. Reduces incoming magical damage by 25%, increases agility by 10%, and adds 150 to base mana.
Next, the gloves.
He needed ones that synergized with magic and increased survival ti.
[Purchased]
├── Veinthread Gauntlets (13,500 Gold) – Gloves crafted from living silk infused with magic. Increases magic potency by 25%, reduces mana cost of all spells by 15%, and slightly regenerates mana over ti.
Finally, with his last bit of gold, he decided to stack on more sustain.
Another ring.
[Purchased]
├── Ring of the Leeching Pact (7,500 Gold) – A cursed blood-ring that siphons 5% of damage dealt as health. Can store excess healing as a temporary shield. Slightly increases dark affinity spells.
He exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders.
[Updated Equipnt]
├── Obsidian Weave Armor – Lightweight black armor made from woven shadowsteel and reinforced mana-thread. Reduces incoming magical damage by 25%, increases agility by 10%, and adds 150 to base mana.
├── Veinthread Gauntlets – Gloves crafted from living silk infused with blood magic. Increases blood magic potency by 25%, reduces mana cost of all spells by 15%, and slightly regenerates mana over ti.
├── Sanguine Ring – A crimson-etched ring that passively enhances blood regeneration, reducing the cost of blood-related magic.
├── Ring of the Leeching Pact – A cursed blood-ring that siphons 5% of damage dealt as health. Can store excess healing as a temporary shield. Slightly increases dark affinity spells.
├── Predator's Maw – A mask carved from the bone of an ancient beast. When worn, it exudes a primal aura, instilling fear in weaker foes.
[Gold Remaining: 534 Gold]
Just as Adam finished preparing his gear, a system notification appeared in front of his eyes.
[The Bone Tyrant, Lord Varos has activated True Body status.]
[Floor 2 Authority has been distributed.]
[May the battle…]
[BEGIN!]
The mont the word flashed in his vision, the ground trembled slightly beneath his feet.
In the heart of the ruined kingdom, surrounded by broken towers and crumbled stone, a figure slowly ca into view.
The air grew heavier, colder... as if the land itself held its breath.
A tall, ghastly figure hovered above the cracked ground.
This was Lord Varos.
He looked like soone who had been denied death and life both.
His body was wrapped in old, torn burial robes.
At one ti, they were probably majestic...
Decorated with golden symbols and writings of forgotten gods...
But now they were faded and ruined.
The threads hung loose like dried vines clinging to a corpse.
A massive bronze mask covered most of his face.
A deep crack ran right down the middle of it, showing pieces of dried, mummified skin underneath.
That mask wasn't just for looks.
It was part of a failed ritual, one that was supposed to bring him back to life.
It didn't work. Instead, it turned him into this monster...
Prayer beads made from bones hung around his neck.
Each bone had a na carved into it, nas of the dead who were never supposed to rise again.
They rattled with every move he made, like a chilling whisper of the souls trapped inside.
His chest was wrapped in burial cloth, soaked long ago in sacred oil.
So strips still held a faint scent of it, while others had turned hard and dry with age.
In one hand, he held a broken crozier.
A staff once used by priest-kings.
Now it was split in half, showing how even the gods had turned their backs on him
His feet didn't touch the ground.
He floated just above it, gliding forward slowly.
It was as if the earth itself refused to accept him.
Adam took a deep breath. His heart was pounding in his chest.
This was it...
The true body of Lord Varos.
A monster ford from broken faith and a ritual gone horribly wrong.
Another system notification followed right after.
[Boss Room Initiation Complete.]
[The Bone Tyrant, Lord Varos has activated Soul Entropy.]
[All spells used within a 30-ter radius suffer 10% decay in effectiveness every second.]
Adam's eyes narrowed.
A deep, uncanny tone rang out, cold and hollow, yet loud enough to fill the entire dead space of the kingdom.
It felt as though the voice was not coming from a mouth, but from the very bones of the ruins themselves.
"I am your savior... I am your light..."
Adam's expression darkened.
He was triggering a chant spell!
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