"Did it work? Did it work?" Damon panted. He felt like sothing was different this ti, so he was pretty sure that his technique worked. However, Necrogod only weakly smiled with a slight nod of his head.
"What happened? What's wrong? You should be stronger now?"
"I did get stronger. 1 vitality." Necrogod laughed this ti.
Damon scratched his head in frustration. "It's fine. It worked, didn't it? Then I just have to do this a bunch of tis. Don't worry. You will get out of here one way or the other."
Necrogod shook his head. "You are out of ti, Blood God." He pointed to the storm that was quickly picking up speed in the distance.
Damon did not give up. He continued gathering the next batch of blood essence. Even as the mory storm was right in front of them, he took out the next spear and thrust forward.
Unfortunately, it was once again just a 1 vitality. "It's fine. Everybody has to die soti. Don't fret too much about it. Save my corpse if possible, will you? Who knows, maybe if you reach godhood soti, maybe you can bring back?"
"Fuck. Fuck." Damon cursed. He quickly grabbed Necrogod and moved to another location. But this, too, gave only a couple more minutes in which he managed to transfer two more stat points, this ti strength and agility.
In all the haste and panic, he wasn't able to do much better. To make things worse, three more storms started chasing them. Damon already knew it. The more they ran, the worse it was going to beco. He was about to pick up Necrogod and go to another location when Necrogod shook his head.
"This is how I ca across the golden storm. Don't do this. We won't survive it. Don't you have like twenty wives to take care of? Why do you want to die here with ?"
Damon gritted his teeth and did it anyway. "I am going to get hit by that sooner or later. So what if it's sooner? It has nothing to do with you." He had already tried using his soul space to save Necrogod, but the system did not allow for such a loophole. He did not know if it was this world or if it was a system-imposed rule. He was just not able to put Necrogod in his soulspace and leave him there.
He was able to use his soulspace, but transferring another participant inside seed to be a no-go.
He was able to use his soulspace, but transferring another participant inside seed to be a no-go.
The only other option was to make Necrogod his follower. It would instantly give him a boost of stats. The question was, would it be enough to save him inside a mory storm?
There was no more ti to think about it. This ti, five storms were coming at them, and he only had a fraction of a second to act.
Damon picked up the half-dead guy and ran straight into one of the storms before the five storms could converge. At the sa ti, another blood spear materialized in front of him, which he thrust down without hesitation.
Necrogod, who was laughing maniacally until now, suddenly froze. The bitter, helpless expression on his face morphed into sothing else as he silently accepted the option in front of him.
The next mont, everything turned blurry, and the world around them changed. "Good luck." Damon's voice echoed as Necrogod found himself flung into a new world.
A huge uproar resounded, the crowd cheering all around him. However, they were not cheering for him. Necrogod was lying on the ground in chains, and in front of him an enormous creature stood, towering over him.
From the looks of it, he was in the middle of so sort of colosseum, and he was about to fight the huge monstrosity of a creature. A demon? Necrogod didn't care. The first thing he did was open his system panel and check his stats.
15:33
His eyes went wide. He couldn't believe it. There it was, sitting in his character sheet. 50 stats in all the attributes, stats that shouldn't be there. He looked up and saw that his race had changed. But that was not all. The most shocking of it all was staring at his face.
He was now a follower!
A follower of a freaking monster!
A primordial??!!
This guy was a primordial all along???
Necrogod's constipated, shocked face quickly broke into a big smile. Now he understood everything. He understood why the other guy had defeated him ti and again, why he had always been a step ahead of him.
It was not because he, Necrogod, lacked talent. It was because that bastard had a ridiculous cheat ability!
He laughed at the ridiculousness of it all! He then laughed at his current condition! How did it all co to this?
Necrogod slowly stood up. He could feel that his body was different now. Would he even be able to use his necromancy now? He could only laugh once again. He did not even have to test it. He could already feel that his legendary grade staff had rejected him. It was useless now.
Perhaps his skills were also…
The ground in front of him sputtered, and an undead erupted.
"Well, that's good, I guess." Necrogod licked his lips. At least he still had his skills, which ant not all hope was lost. That bastard Blood God actually did it. Fucker prevented dragged him from death's door. He could actually still recover and make a co back.
And before he could finish the thought… the huge thing in front of him moved.
Yes, he could still recover and make a co back that is… if he survived this…
Necrogod's body trembled of its own volition. The thing had a speed that made his heart clench. Boom! In a single move, it demolished the undead like it was nothing.
The monster then suddenly thrust a fist forward and Necrogod was thrown off his feet just from the shockwave. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. The entire colosseum laughed and cheered at his misery.
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