Chapter 183
[Trantor Jjescus]
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Jasons yer group viewed the rest of existence as NPCs. Simr in nature to groups aiming for game clearance, but with one significant difference. They had little interest in leaving this world. Unlike the real world, here they were kings, mythical beings in themselves. Jason was a character who lived fairly decently in reality, but that didnt mean he was happier here. Other members felt much the same.
In that regard, they were simr to yers who chose to live assimted into the space survival world. Of course, what Jasons group desired wasnt assimtion but domination. Moreover, Jason had an exceptionally good start within the group. Thanks to bing a noble of the cult, akin to aristocracy within a cult society, he smoothly adapted to this world.
Not only that, he boasted special privileges that synergize well with the cult. People around him supported him, and his own power exceeded the limits of the cult. Naturally, his self-awareness had to be stronger than necessary.
After understanding this world as a space survival world, he lived like a protagonist in aic or a novel. Like collecting unique characters in a game, he made useful NPCs his own, and eliminated anything blocking his path. asionally, if he fancied a woman, he would use mind control techniques like Ultra Control. As a result, he had more than 20 lovers within the empire. ves who couldnt even be treated as lovers were too numerous to count.
To him, this world was a yground in the game. Except for grouprades, the rest were mere toys. When toys became tiresome, he handed them over to Clo or Jubaka to be used as their experimental materials.
Even his own kind were seen as nothing more than ves by the tyrant, not equal beings. That was Jasons essence.
In fact, this life, which seemed to have everything, actually proved that he was a very lonely individual. But he didnt realize it.
Anyway, living without deprivation for a long time, Jason was greatly displeased with the painful reality that recently befell him. Moreover, the one who exacerbated this situation was the Amorph, whom he most abhorred.
He killed his 17th lover with his own hands, and the temple guards he had cherished and nurtured were ughtered.
As he diligently blocked the copsing ceiling, the figure of that bastard was changing. Gray bones and exoskeletons protruded from the ck, monotonous body, and the body itself was growing rapidly.
Its name was Bone Beast, one of thebat abilities Amorphs enjoyed using in the game.
Having fought the Amorph several times, he knew how dangerous this ability was.
It wont work.
It might be too difficult to keep being dragged around by the Amorph any longer. He decided to use his Third Privilege.
Four years ago, there was an event known as the Vortex Order Cleansing Operation in the cult society. It was publicly known as such, but in reality, it was a war between yers.
Jason, Clo, and Cynthia sessfully hunted down a Coldblood Ranker by joining forces, and in the process, Jason gained a new privilege.
It might be a bit early.
Jason activated his third privilege, blocking falling rocks and ice with reflections.
Then, a golden, translucent shadow-like figure appeared behind him. The golden form had antlers protruding from its head, resembling a splendid crown. Golden energy particles swirled around its arms like a garment, while its lower body was absent, instead connected to Jasons spine.
The purple outer eye embedded in the golden head looked at the temple guards being controlled, causing something strange to happen. As the bodies of the cultists transformed into golden particles, they merged with the golden figure.
The golden figure, now having absorbed all 11 cultists, had a much clearer color than before. As Jason raised his arm, the golden figure mirrored the action. Then, with a tremendous light, their bodies shot upward.
What was that just now?
While his body was transforming, my auxiliary systems detected an anomaly. It was the first time I felt this type of energy sinceing to this world. It resembled psychic power, but it felt much more concentrated.
The enemy yer used that power to break through the copsing passage head-on. He flew upwards through the ceiling, leaving me alone underground.
I dont sense any movement from the other cultists.
Before the yer left, mysterious energy absorbed all the psychic powers in the vicinity. Given the absence of the cults distinctive energy, it was easy to guess what happened to them.
An ability to absorb energy?
Such a creature existed, but it was not something the cult could do. Clearly, they used means unknown to me.
I dont see any equipment I dont recognize.
The equipment the yer wore was the Predator set, obtainable as a quest reward. No other equipment was detected.
I need to go out and see for myself.
Its risky to fight recklessly in a situation where information about the enemy iscking. Especially if the opponent is formidable.
Despite the yful antics, the yer seemed proficient in using psychic power techniques. The privileges only avable to yers also seemed very powerful.
But I cant avoid this fight.
He chased me all the way to this remote. Even if I run away, hell somehow track me down.
So lets deal with it here.
Havingpleted my transformation, I began to pierce through the massive ice formations with my overwhelmingly erged arms.
Until I activated the Bone Beast, the ice formations that seemed endlesslyrge now felt like clumps of snow squeezed by a childs hands. Even the bones of the Ice Horror, which boasted a size enough to cover my body, now failed to give off such an overwhelming feeling.
Of course. My body length had almost reached 100 meters. Not only had the size increased, but the thickness of the exoskeleton covering my body, as well as the size of the densely coveredposite scales, had also grown significantly.
In addition, my body was covered with an exoskeleton made of bone material identical to bones. A gray exoskeleton covered my ck exoskeleton, protecting it.
On top of the gray exoskeleton were bone-like spikes resembling scythes, packed densely enough to look quite threatening even to me.
To summarize my current appearance briefly, it would be fair to say that I, the former Amorph, had flipped an exoskeleton armor made of animal bones onto myself.
With that size increase
It was truly an appearance deserving of being called a giant monster. Although I had seen countless Bone Beasts in games, this feeling of experiencing it firsthand was definitely new.
Id like to examine it further, but
Ahead lies a battle with a formidable foe. I smashed through ice and rocks, ascending upward. Thanks to the blunt bone spikes protruding from my body, which served as picks or shovels, I could easily clear away the ice.
I ascended to the icy in much faster than when I descended. Outside, gray Clouds heavily covered the sky. The snowfield where I stepped foot no longer deserved to be called an ice in. Due to the significant depression in the middle, it had be rugged.
Rugged snow and ice piles. And beneath the dark sky, he stood.
The yer with the bizarre golden figure attached to his back. He was waiting for me.
Is that it?
What caught my attention was not the yer himself, but the strange entity attached to his back.
Composed of golden particles, it seemed ethereal like a shadow yet somehow felt three-dimensional. Thanks to Amorphs unique developed senses, I could tell that it was forming a single entity due to extreme energy concentration.
The golden figure had a form simr to the yers, but antlers protruded from the crown, tangled as if wearing a cor.
Apart from a vivid purple outer eye on its face, there was nothing else. Around its arms, particles swirled, resembling long silk drapes.
Seems like summoning-rted tech.
In space survival, summoning tech was Closer to the possession or descent of higher-dimensional beings rather than mere summoning. Coldbloods who rode the Vortex Order social faction route, or heretic cultists, could harness the power of the Vortex Order.
If it can materialize to that extent, the cost must be enormous.
Summoning is a high-risk, high-return technology, so its not easy to use. Although the enemy yer stared at me as if about to kill me, it didnt seem like he paid an enormous price to summon that entity.
Is it an equipment effect, or
Perhaps its due to a special ability.
Either way, it seems extraordinary.
So he had a hidden ace up his sleeve.
Even when I used the Spear of the Gods, he seemed confident. He probably judged that he had it under control.
Normally, summonings that are unified with the user cant move independently.
Its likely specialized for assisting in cult battles or summoning specialized for rangedbat. Maybe both.
But thats not the only problem.
Although attention was focused on the alien golden figure, dealing with the yer wielding the Predator set was also challenging.
For example, the ck armor he wore for body protection. Made of ck Gargol scales and leather, it offered considerable defense.
Although it was evaluated as one step lower than the Ice Horrors exoskeleton, just beingpared to the extremely high defense of the enemy was remarkable in itself.
I dont have the means to destroy that armor in one blow.
Unless its a reinforced body with the symbol of hunting or Bone Beast, the King of Monsters.
Moreover, the Predator set includes more than just armor.
The yer who had been eyeing me drew a silver rod from his waist. The golden figure imitated him, also pulling something from its waist.
As he held the rod and pressed his thumb, ck mes spewed out from the end of the rod. The zing ck mes gradually subsided, refined into a slender ck de.
The weapon resembling a torch is the Purification part of the Predator set. Its equipment inspired by the space opera movies famous before my birth, featuring cosmic weapons.
I wish it ended there, but s.
The golden figures arm behind him transformed, taking a form simr to Purification.
The wielder of the weapon immediately swung the sword diagonally towards my direction. The golden figure moved in sync with the yer. As the figure extended the sword, it flew towards me to strike.
Shit!
I quickly twisted my body to evade the attack. The sword strike in the form of golden particles brushed past the upper arm area of mybat arm and passed by. As I transformed into Bone Beast mode, the neatlyyered exoskeleton covering my body was cleanly sliced. The sword strike didnt stop even after hitting me, flying backward for quite a distance.
Dodging the initial attack, I dashed towards him.
With each stomp of mybat arm on the ground, snow and ice fragments piled up flew upwards. As the 100-meter giant moved, creating a tsunami of snow and ice, it engulfed the yer along with me.
How should I counter this?
Is it reflection, or another psychic power?
However, the cult yer actedpletely different from my expectations.
No, to be precise, it wasnt him but the golden figure behind him.
Ugh?!
Feeling a chilling sensation from the monsters tentacle at the back of my head, I immediately lowered my head forward. Then, the whip-like golden arm passed over my head.
As if falling forward, I sprayed acidic fungus towards the spot where he stood, maintaining the same posture. The green fungus flying amidst the snowstorm was blocked by the brilliant golden shield.
Beyond the swirling snow, the golden figure was seen protecting the yer with sword and shield. The cult yer, protected by the summoning, looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
Indeed.
Fighting against him wont be easy.
[Trantor Jjescus]
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