As soon as Amon finished speaking. A brief notification flashed in his line of sight before disappearing.
[Armor equiped!]
At the sa ti, the slippery phantom armor wrapped itself around him like a second skin.
The armor was pitch black, with trails of long strips lining its edges. Although it was a little tight, Amon didn’t feel a sense of discomfort.
Instead, due to the effects of the Armor, he felt more comfortable, as though a little weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
Turning to the more than twenty wolves that were walking towards him, Amon imdiately felt confident in dealing with them.
Before that, however...
Amon glanced above their heads.
Although they had hidden their stats, the prefix from the system was different.
[Please choose the prefix you want to extract.]
[1. Cunning.]
[2. Rapid.]
[3. Swift]
[4. Shadowy.]
[5. Low.]
...
The system imdiately understood what Amon was thinking and displayed all the gathered Prefixes. Of course most of them were just repeats of themselves, after all the wolves were similar.
Amon pondered slightly, his gaze still never leaving the pack of wolves.
Thankfully, they seed to be taking their ti; as such, he could think of the most effective way to extract the Prefixes without losing out too much.
’System, extract cunning prefix.’ Amon said without much expectation.
He had an armor, so he couldn’t possibly apply the ’cunning’ prefix to it. In fact, he hoped it would fail.
[Cunning prefix Extracted. Please designate a target for the extracted prefix.]
’Wait, what?’ Amon was silently dumbfounded. "system, are you kidding ?’
Amon felt a headache... this was a little unexpected.
Although the chances of successfully extracting a prefix was random... he had still hoped for the best...
’Fuck...’ Amon muttered internally.
Left with no choice, with a sigh of regret, he could only order the system to assign it to the armor, expecting it to fail.
However—
The crisp system voice just seed to love toying with Amon’s emotions.
[Ding! Prefix assigned!]
[Do you wish to extract Prefixes?]
Before Amon could register the words in his confusion and shock, the wolves took this mont to attack.
Awoooooo!!!
A loud howl pierced through the clearing, the sound wave ringing in Amon’s ears so loud he almost felt they were bleeding.
[Ding! You have been hit with a Debuff skill: Howling Splice.]
[Due to your level being lower than the Attacker, your agility had been hit with a 50% decrease.]
A brief flash of notification appeared, showing Amon’s halved agility.
[Agility: 28 — 14]
A grim expression appeared on Amon’s face as he saw this notification. He gripped his sword tighter, gritting his teeth slightly as he charged at the wolves, which were already charging at him due to knowing that Amon was now under a debuffed state.
"Bring it on, bit—" Amon’s words died down in his throat as his eyes widened slightly.
"Wha—" In an instant, he had lunged farther than he intended, his speed drastically increasing as he appeared before a wolf.
Without hesitation, he regained his composure and slashed down his sword at the wolf who hadn’t expected it.
Bang!
[-90!]
A glowing line of red appeared atop the monster’s head as it burst apart.
A look of confusion appeared on the face of the pack leader as it glanced at Amon.
It even squinted its eyes in a human-like gesture, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Amon was also in a state of confusion at first; however, a light of realization dawned on him.
Prefixes were unpredictable.
Naturally, Amon’s armor wasn’t a living thing, but with the prefix ’cunning’ attached to it, traits akin to being ’cunning’ appeared within it.
It still didn’t possess intelligence, however; using the prefix, rather than falling for the ’debuff’ it instead increased Amon’s agility by an extra 50 % and his movent speed by 20%
"Ha... haha." Amon laughed, running a hand through his head as all these thoughts appeared naturally.
"In essence, I can never truly know what miraculous changes my prefixes would bring to my equipnt."
The thought opened a new world of exploring his talent to Amon.
With a grin, he returned his attention back to the wolves.
His grin sent a chill down the spine of the pack.
Awoooooo!!!
The leader howled once more, urging all the wolves to attack simultaneously.
Instantly, they began attacking.
One wolf lunged from Amon’s right, only to vanish and reappear behind him.
It wasn’t just this wolf, but three others either.
Calmly, Amon swung his sword, dealing damage to all three simultaneously.
[-80]
[-80]
[-80]
A glowing red light appeared above them; however, the wolves were instantly replaced with a new set.
Their movents were coordinated as though they had practiced this countless tis over.
The sight alone was enough to make Amon impressed.
Still, that wouldn’t stop him from killing these terrifying creatures.
His sword moved in an arc, slicing a wolf’s leg and striking another at the neck.
[Critical hit!]
[-80]
[-80]
The wolf, which had been dealt a critical hit, was instantly killed.
For a hit to be critical, it had to strike at the wolf’s weaknesses. And that ant direct death.
Awooooo!!!
The pack leader continued howling as he noticed the corpses begin pilling up underneath Amon’s feet.
Blood splattered onto the grass, dyeing it red.
At the sa ti, Amon’s killing spree continued, a crazed look appearing in his eyes.
[Ding! Congratulations, you have leveled up!]
A notification briefly flashed, and Amon’s attributes were increased further.
His killing continued without stop, and in less than a few minutes the pack was dead.
A chill swept through the air as Amon calmly wiped his bloody sword on one of the wolves while also staring intently at the boss monster.
The wolf leader’s eyes constricted in shock.
And in that mont, as Amon’s figure reflected in its eyes, it understood who the actual monster present was.
Without hesitation, the monster turned around and fled.
"Oh no, you don’t!" Amon said with a light laugh and instantly gave chase. His speed was a blur.
Due to his increased level, he was almost catching up to the boss monster.
Its head stood on end as it heard the rapid footsteps echoing from behind.
Trying to increase its speed, it realized that it had reached its limit.
With human-like intelligence, the wolf glanced at a particular direction and hesitated briefly before dashing towards there.
Not caring in the slightest, Amon quickly closed the distance, not noticing the slight change in terrain.
[Worldwide Announcent! Player ’Weaver’ has stepped into Unholy Wasteland. All players are advised to head to this location and kill as many beasts as possible within the stipulated ti to receive Bountiful rewards!]
At the sa ti, a barrier erupted around Amon the mont he stepped inside, ensuring he couldn’t step out.
[Player Weaver! Please note that in this Unholy wasteland, each death cost 30 lives.]
—End Of Chapter—
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