Scarlet
{Level 11 Demon Spawn defeated.}
{Level 10 Demon Spawn defeated.}
{Level 11 Demon Spawn defeated.}
{Level 15 Demon Hound defeated. Bonus EXP is awarded for killing a creature above your level.}
{One Skill Point is awarded for killing a demon.}
{One Skill Point is awarded for killing a demon.}
{One Skill Point is awarded for killing a demon.}
{One Skill Point is awarded for killing a demon.}
It takes a surprisingly short amount of time to deal with all four of the demons. Although I’m kind of disappointed that I didn’t get a level from them.
But then again, I only just used the free points from the level I got on the first floor while climbing the stairs. So who knows how much EXP I need between levels.
I quickly open my status before focusing on the SP and closing it again.
With those four Skill Points, I have twenty eight skill points right now. Which leaves two more left before I can buy Predator IV.
Right as I’m about to begin hunting the other demons on the floor, I remember my mana, which is sitting at about three quarters full simply from fighting those four demons. Although I think a sizable chunk of that was also taken when I used blood boil on the demons on the first floor.
Seems as if the higher the level of the demon you use the skill on, the more mana it takes to do it.
I glance at my claws before then glancing at the demon corpses on the floor and grinning.
This could work.
“Before you go off on a killing spree, I wanted to ask if you wish for your notifications to be delayed until you call them up or if you just want them to continue appearing as you kill demons,” Tar suddenly asks as I begin drawing the blood from the corpses and stuffing it all into my claws, making the blood claws turn a deep crimson in color.
Wait, is that possible?
“Yes,” he answers rather calmly.
Then by all means, go ahead! Those messages are rather annoying.
“Alright,” Tar says before pausing a second and saying, “It’s done. Now all you need to do is will for your messages to appear and they will.”
Convenient.
Now then.
To the hunt.
The Second Floor of the Building
Sylver can’t help but gawk as he watches Scarlet tear through the demons on the twentieth floor with crimson claws made of their own blood.
Despite knowing that he can easily take her on, he feels slightly unnerved watching her charge straight through the floor of mostly workout rooms, some private, most public, with one of two expressions on her face. Either a scowl, or a faint grin.
And the blood…
A shiver runs down Sylver’s spine as he watches what a new Guardian with blood magic is able to do.
Every time her bloody claws strike at a demon, they burn just a little bit of the blood inside them, only to transfer it out for the blood inside of the demon itself as the girl somehow drains the blood from their bodies and charges her claws with them. And this process only continues on and on with every demon she kills.
Until, of course, she runs out of mana. At which point she begins to hunt a lot more carefully.
I can’t believe a rookie Guardian is hunting demons as if they were game… and she probably got a pretty good new skill at some point early on in this hunt, considering how her attacks randomly started doing a lot more damage. More than just a level-up would justify.
Sylver shakes his head and focuses on the demons on the second floor again, deciding that he shouldn’t slack just because it’s a Class I Fracture.
But despite that, his mind can’t help but constantly wander back towards that girl. Because now he is convinced of Sage’s words.
She will be someone to fear one day.
Are all blood magic users like that? Or is it just her?
Sylver ponders this as he electrocutes all of the demons on the second floor with his silver lightning as he passes by them.
Then again, her style of fighting – if one could even call it that – is incredibly reckless. She’s constantly putting herself in danger for a chance to attack. Almost like she doesn’t have all that much care about her own safety.
The Guardian continues slaughtering the demons on the second floor for a few minutes before shaking his head and tapping on the terminal on his arm.
After a few seconds of the terminal beeping, a louder beep sounds out, followed by Allen’s voice, “Hello. Cipher here. What is it, Sylver?”
Sylver glances at the girl again as she takes a break from hunting the demons next to a window, likely to go over her gains from her hunting spree. But after a few seconds, he notices that some of the many wounds she’s gathered are beginning to heal.
A healing skill as well?
He turns his attention back to the screen as he asks, “Has the girl ever been trained, or even prepared for combat before?”
Cipher looks surprised for a second that Sylver is even paying attention to her before shaking his head and answering, “No. She was an orphan at the orphanage I ran in Rothwell City. So she hasn’t had any preparation for combat of any kind. Unless you count studying the demons for class.”
I thought so.
After Sylver doesn’t say anything back in response, Cipher asks, “How is she doing?”
“She’s incredibly reckless and constantly endangering herself,” Sylver answers bluntly before adding, “but she’s also almost cleared an entire floor by herself in just fifteen minutes.”
Cipher stares at Sylver for a few seconds in silence. Then he lets out a sigh.
“Of course, she did.”