With a wicked grin pstered ay face, I chose not to turn my enter with the chimera into an epic battle of valor and heroism. Nah, that shit was way too predictable. Instead, I reveled iwisted joy of my brilliant pn. Emp my inner banshee, I let out a war cry that probably sounded more like a back-alley crackhead as I activated Burst with a system and.
The skill propelled me forward with the speed of a damn rocket. Zooming toward the chimera like a bat out of hell, I missed its ugly mug and slipped right u—just as pnned.
In a burst of sadistic glee, I rallied all my strength and delivered a sucker punch straight from the darkest ers of my soul. Like a bullet train on an adrenaline rush, my fist smmed into the chimera’s most vulnerable spot. The impact was an explosive mix of pain and disgrace, a bo that had the beast rethinking its undead lifestyle choices. Something definitely exploded—couldn’t tell if it was my arm or its precious family jewels, but holy, at that moment, who cares?
A cacophony of shrieks and roars tore from the chimera’s throat, a sweet symphony of agony that sparked a surge of wicked delight is mighty hind legs crumbled uhe intense pain, colpsing like a house of cards. As I soaked in my victory, my forward momentum abruptly stopped, leaving me dangerously exposed uhe fili.
Without warning, the chimera’s cobra-like tail coiled and stru a swift act of revenge. I let out a squeak that surprised even me as I narrowly dodged the initial sh—thanks purely to instind a hefty dose of dumb luck. Yeah, let’s chalk that up more to luck, because I seriously doubted I could pull off that trick again.
My relief was short-lived as I realized Burst wasn’t reactivating. The skill was on cooldown, and I immediately cursed my skill descriptions for omitting that crucial detail—could the system not have included some sort of indicator, like, I don’t know, anything helpful? Without Burst, I was a sitting duder the chimera’s looming shadow, too slow to escape, and pletely vulnerable to the wrath of its venomous tail. Utterly screwed, that’s what I was—wait, bad analogy sidering how dangerously close the beast’s junk was to my face.
The snake-like tail coiled back, preparing for arike, while the chimera’s lion head emitted a pitiful screech akin to a wounded felihe pain from my well-pced punch to its most sensitive region was clearly taking its toll. As if to add insult to injury, a yellow cloud of acidic fumes wheezed out from its maw. But none of that deterred me. With Burst failing to respond, I quickly unleashed a different system and, invoking the power of ic Fme.
A rush of green fmes licked with purple tips erupted in all dires, the fire’s eerie glow casting an otherworldly light. Yet, the cobra’s head—tail—tail-head? Whatever!
It remained uerred as it collided with me, its fangs sinking deep into my side. Surprisingly, I felt more shock than pain as the chimera’s bite pumped its toxiom into my dark and cruel body during those fleeting seds it had tched on.
V:\Assion>SAFE_MODE
Poison Status Detected [PSD]
Resist Status: Full Immunity [Active]
Applyiances…
Resistance Successful
Poison Effeullified
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Acid Status Detected [PSD]
Resist Status: Full Immunity [Active]
Applyiances…
Resistance Successful
Acid Effeullified
V:\>
Huh, looks like my dungeon boss notifications are still ki’. But how long before they ghost me like a bad Tinder date without the core?
Wait—does that mean—no notifications outside of a dungeon?
Eek—
Above me, the chimera loomed, its lion’s head snarling—a real spit-flying, teeth-gnashing temper tantrum. Its roars echoed painfully. Without missing a beat, I zeroed in on its most embarrassingly vulnerable spots led between its quivering hind legs. But as my fist shot forward, I came face-to-face with the harsh truth of my previous punch. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t only the chimera’s balls that got pulverized.
—Yikes, where’s my right arm?
Time to skedaddle. Burst! Burst?! Oh, e on!
As if that wasn’t bad enough, here es Mr. Cobra Head, ready for another round—fangs bared, dripping with who-knows-what (yes, I know it’s venom), and that stinking yellow acid cloud wafting around us like the world’s worst perfume.
Great, just what I needed.
Yup, totally screwed.
In sheer panic, I tinued screaming Burst inside my head while gazing skyward. Miraculously, it finally kicked in at st, shootiraight through the undead beast’s ribcage. The force was so intehat I ended up kissing the chimera’s spih a spttering fat.
Well, hello there! Didn’t expect to be inside you on our first date. Wait, does that make me a slut?
—Yes!
As it turns out, Burst moves me in the dire I’m looking—up included!
Even as I crashed the chimera’s rib party, the cobra head didn’t let up, snapping at me like I was the st slice of pizza at a buffet. I dodged, barely keeping ahead of its Bitey McMurder Face. While chaned, I cobbled together a pn from the mayhem. Time to use that repeat glity advantage—because if something works, you bet I’m gonna ride that train till it crashes!
I really hope this doesn’t e back to blow up in my face. Literally.
“Well, here goes nothing,” I muttered, rolling my eyes skyward—or at the cavern ceiling, I mean. Spine! Semantics, am I right? Popping my best puppy-dog eyes, which probably looked more like deranged cartoon eyes, I shouted, “Hey up there, you big cu—I mean, Big Boss Lady! Sorry about the whole ‘bitch, t, and whatnot’ stuff. My bad! But seriously, a girl could use some more active skills down here. Throw me another bone, will ya? It’ll make whatever twisted plot—or is it a game?—you’re pying at way more fun. Promise,” I rambled on, grinning like a lunatic—which, let’s be ho, isn’t far off my baseline.
Anything?
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V:\Assion>SAFE_MODE
AdminSystemOverride
Admin:\Magic>Login_
System Access Granted [SAG]
USER_Skills_Override.
Refiguring...
1 Skill Point Unlocked.
11 out of 12 Skills Activated.
Data Accepted.
Seleg Skill...
[Paralysis] has beeed as an active skill.
12 out of 12 Skills Activated.
V:\>
“Sweet!” I cpped, perhaps a bit too eagerly, as a notification popped up, only to quickly frown as I read the entire message, my shoulders slumping with annoyance. “You could have at least let me pick which skill I wanted,” I grumbled.
With a shrug and an evil grin spreading ay face, I eagerly began my assault from within the chimera’s body. As a Bck Pudding, I was a shapeless monstrosity that only resembled a woman by choid even then, not quite human-looking. Yet! Regardless, my position ihe creature granted me a unique advantage, which I exploited with swift efficy.
Raising my arms—or rather, one arm and a stump—I unleashed thick, inky tendrils that shot forth with malevolent i. They slithered and iwined, entangling themselves within the chimera’s guts and iiwisting, pulling, and tearing at whatever I could grab, without any sembnce of precision.
To my delight, the monstrous chimera froze is mighty muscles seizing up uhe effect of Paralysis. Of course, I’m not about to give that bitchy admin t any credit for the help—what, did you think I was done calling her names? With my sadistic grin intact, I tiearing at its ans until I spotted its heart.
“Always wondered what a heart looked like up close. Pity it’s not beating for me, though. Story of my life, huh?” I chuckled before lunging forward. I plunged my tentacles deep into the heart, ripping and pulling at it with utter glee.
My strategy was straightforward yet daring: to exhaust the chimera’s endurand probe its susceptibilities to my acidic toud toxins. The allure of challenging the creature’s limits and unc its frailties was too tantalizing to resist. However, my pn hit a snag as the Paralysis began to dissipate prematurely—it seemed it wasn’t a stant thing—allowing the chimera to slowly regain mobility. It roared in anger and defiahe sound reverberating menagly through the stadium.
Adding to my frustration, the undead monstrosity stubbornly refused to succumb, even after I had savagely removed its heart and most of its ans—which, might I add, tasted delicious! Amidst the chaos, a subtle sizzling sound reached my ears—a small victory, indig that my dark pudding skin was indeed corroding the beast’s flesh from within. However, it soon dawned ohat while the chimera wasirely impervious to my acid and venom (or is it poison if I’m not biting, but merely toug? Hmm...), it exhibited signifit resistance, possibly due to its innate endurance or its own toxiature.
This realization forced me to front a daunting truth: my primary passive skills, coupled with Paralysis, were insuffit to vanquish this formidable adversary. The chimera’s stubboranecessitated a neroach, a deeper uanding of its vulnerabilities, and perhaps a more creative use of my abilities. So, yeah, I started muttering a few insults toward that useless admin as I moved. This fight was shaping up to be far more plicated than I had anticipated, requiring iy and adaptability to overe—all of which meant, I had none.
As the st remnants of my newly acquired Paralysis passive dissipated, I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of frustration at Magic for wasting a skill slot on something that didn’t quite deliver. heless, there was no time to dwell on that now.
The cobra’s tail, like a relentless whip, resumed its vicious assault, striking into its ow cavity in a futile attempt to reach me. It narrowly missed its mark as I tinued my relentless onsught, tearing out anything that looked remotely important. However, I’d like to point out that onething was removed, whether a lung or iines, I found I was able to quickly dissolve it, sav that morsel with brief glee before having to dodge another se.
I found myself in a precarious yet oddly safe position within the monster’s body, plete with free food. Yet, I was only inflig slow damage on my oppo. The chimera’s acidid venomous attacks had proven iive against me. However, I wasn’t eager to jump out and face its physical blows again, especially since I still felt pain—albeit not as intense as one might expeoheless, avoidiing knocked around referable. My sole focus was ing this undead bastard to its final demise through a battle of attrition, slowly peeling and corroding it bit by bit—this was shaping up to take forever!
That being said, I had literally ripped out its heart and ans. One would think the damn thing would just keel over and call it a day. But no, it stubbornly g to life—or unlife? Whatever! It defied my efforts regardless. Frustrated and running out of options, I called forth Blight. As I unleashed this dark and cruel power, a remarkable ge occurred within the chimera’s insides. Pus-filled sores and lesioed throughout its twisted form, while a sinister mist oozed out of me, enveloping the creature in a haze of diseases that would make the Bck Pgue look like a mild flu.
However, even that powerhouse of a skill was utterly iive against the undead, merely adding a etic fir to its already rotten flesh.
There I was, my lethal arsenal proving as effective as pissing into the wind. My Corrosive and Venomous touch was about as irritating as a mere tickle to this beast, and it treated my Paralysis like a lulby that even a screaming toddler wouldn’t heed. Could this oversized furball even perceive the ierror I was supposed to instill with my skills? Yet, I felt strangely invigorated—was it Life Drain’s doing, or just my undying sadistic glee relishing the chaos?
As, everything I threw at it wasn’t enough. It seemed I was less hurting the chimera and more just annoying it as it tis relentless but futile attempts to attack me. The sail thrashed into its own body, uo reach me, while the lion head shamelessly licked the jewels that I had struck with my powerful Burst-itack—though, I’m pretty sure it had done more damage to me than to him.
Thank God I regrow my limbs—or is it the admin I should be thanking? Wait, isn’t that basically God in this messed-up reality? Pfft, as if! Screw that bitch!
“It’s a lich!” I heard Redtail’s voice yell out in exasperation. “Look for its phyctery!”
While I couldn’t physically see Redtail, his words resonated with me. “Oh, look who decided to be useful!” I muttered, though it wasn’t like he could hear me.
I wasn’t the biggest fantasy nerd, but I knew about liches and their phycteries. I just o think of where this one could be hiding. My eyes widened as I remembered hitting something solid with my face—wait, there had been a pair of them.
One for the lion and one for the snake, maybe?
With an exasperated sigh and a sarcastic chuckle, I turned and crawled back through the chimera’s ribcage, making my way down its spine. I pressed on, navigating past the rotting remnants of its stomad iines, narrowly evading strikes from its thrashing cobra tail. The interior of the monster was a gruesome sight—a grotesque dispy of deg blood and tuts. A pang of frustration and hunger hit me. All I wanted was a moment to savor a meal, but now there was no time for that.
As I inched closer to where I figured that phyctery—possibly phycteries—might be hiding, the chimera threw a fit that would shame the wildest rodeo star. It bucked and twisted, thrashing about as if it were a demon being exorcised from a possessed child, desperately trying to toss me out. But nope, I wasn’t having any of that—I g to its gnarly insides as if my life depended on it. Because, well, it sort of did. With every scrap of grit I had, I pushed deeper into its luts, my tentacle-like arms making me feel like an intrepid explorer, navigating through a pulsating byrinth of rotten flesh and bone—and, I’ll admit, I was sav the taste of it.
And boom, jackpot—I made it to the grand prize, dangling right above the beast’s s, hanging there like the world’s most disturbing delier. Now, the million-dolr question: how to crash this nasty party? That’s when it smacked me—why not go full sludge? I let go of my Polymorph, shifting bay gloriously sticky, tar-like self. Nothing could stop me now as I seeped deeper into the jerk’s sack. And there they were, glowing like glorious orbs the size of basketballs. Don’t get me wrong, I’m more of a tit-and-ass girl, but even I appreciate a rge set of balls from time to time.
No wonder my puny fist exploded upon impact.
These bad boys were begging for a beatdown. Time to smash his precious payload—but damn, I cked the right tools for a proper jewel heist.
If only I had a sword or somethiy to swing—shit! I totally spaced on snagging that toad’s sword and shield after ht!
Argh, I be such a dumbass at times.
Stud stewing, I flipped through my status page, scrolling for anything in my arsenal that might crack these nuts wide open.
V:\Assion>SAFE_MODE
CharacterStatus
Name: Bke
Rabsp; Bck Pudding
Css: Monster
Level: 25
Titles:
- [Hopeless Crusader]
Racial Skills:
- [Absorb]
- [Are Insight]
- [Corrosive]
- [Polymorph]
- [Thermal]
Spells:
- [Astral Insight]
- [Blight]
- [Life Drain]
- [Mana Focus]
- [ic Fme]
- [Paralysis]
- [Terror’s Infusion]
Abilities:
- [Burst]
- [Ethereal Mist]
- [Silk Webbing]
- [Spider Walk]
- [Venomous]
Vulnerabilities:
- [Fire]
- [Holy]
Immunities:
- [Acid]
- [Darkness]
- [Disease]
- [Dread]
- [Fear]
- [Poison]
- [Sleep]
- [Sorrow]
Uraits:
- [Oracle]
- [Polyglot]
- [Stelr Void]
Selectable Skills:
- [Dull Corrode]
- [Fear Harvest]
- [Fear]
- [Fortress]
- [Leap]
- [Shield Proficy]
- [Spirit Vessel]
- [Spores]
V:\>
Huh, if I had Spores, I’d be the one doing some hardcore pollinating around here. Let’s just say, it wouldn’t be the first time I did that to a man. He-he!
Um… Wait, wouldn’t this be sidered beastiality?
…No?
As my gaze nded on one particur skill, a devilish pn popped into my head, sparking a wild cackle that could wake the dead. Who cares if this was some dead dungeon or that I was supposedly the underdog in this fight? I had already ched victory; it was just that her the admin nor this oversized pinata had caught up yet. There I was, sthered all over the chimera’s precious nuts—phycteries, my bad! Didn’t have a bde to carve them out, but who needs sharp objects when you’ve got ic tricks up your sleeve?
With a fliy i, I triggered Stelr Void. Just like that, those shiny orbs blinked out of existence, snatched from their cozy home. As they poofed, a barrage of notifications began to light up my vision like a damn ex funting their new partner around, desperate floating attention. Not that I’ve ever dohat, nope. Never... Okay, maybe once or twice, but hey, it involved a set of twins. Though, they weren’t identical… nor the same gender. Hot as hell, though. Huh, that’s a bit gross and creepy now that I think about it—oh well, they weren’t my siblings!
V:\Assion>SAFE_MODE
BattleResult
Enemy Defeated Dungeon Boss: [Lich King Chimera]
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Current Level: 45
Level 30 Milestone Achieved [LMA]
Racial Skill Unlocked: [Withheld_By_Admin]
Level 35 Milestone Achieved [LMA]
Racial Skill Unlocked: [Withheld_By_Admin]
Level 40 Milestone Achieved [LMA]
Racial Skill Unlocked: [Withheld_By_Admin]
Level 45 Milestone Achieved [LMA]
Unlocked 3 Skill points
Milesto Level: 50
Initiate [Absorb] on Dungeon Boss: [Lich King Chimera]
> YES
> NO
V:\>
Whoop! I win! Fwless victory! Wait—
“Seriously?!” I cursed out loud as I finally took in the full notification. “You’re withholding my racial skill milestones? What. The. Fuck. Ugh! Is this for calling you a bitch, or a t?!” I screamed.
I had defeated the chimera without any... signifit assistananipution from that admin bitch, well, minus Paralysis, but it’s not like it did much at all. But to withhold not one, but three milestone skills from me? Either she’s pissed about the name-calling, or this is her twisted way of demanding payment for her so-called aid. Either way, fuck her!
Ugh, enough about her!
As I y triumphantly within my dead foe’s s, I noticed something strange happening to my body. The chimera’s defeat seemed to have nullified all its resistances. With the phycteries safely locked away within my pocket dimension—Stelr Void, a dimension I hought I’d use—I was now able to melt through the undead creature with ease. Instead of freely expl its innermost depths, I took my time sav my meal like a British-style breakfast of sausage and beans.
Oozing my way bato the chimera’s torn iines and out through the hole in its abdomen, I remained in my true form as a Bck Pudding. I could have easily made a quick exit by dissolving my way out from where I had just beehe idea of leaking out of its nut sack, like the day I was first ceived, was a no-go. I was a girl with standards, after all.
In my tar-like form, I skipped physical eyes, opting instead for the full-on sensory overload of Mana Focus for perception. Holy, I was starting to get used to it—I still hated it, of course. The disorienting panoramic view it offered was both fasating and overwhelming, kind of like having your brain tossed in a blender. So, as I oozed out of the chimera’s carcass, I quickly rushed to reform my eyes. With a surge of mana, a pair of vibrant e orbs sprouted on my gooey flowing like neon signs. I even began morphing into a sort of human-alien hybrid form, boasting all the curves of a sexy succubus, paired with a faly a mother could love—still perfeg that alien botox look. What? I sort of liked that creepy, cute aesthetic. My gaze quickly shifted to where the three statues had oood, now spicuously empty.
“Looks like they didn’t want to stick around for the encore,” I chuckled.
Before I could dive deeper into that thought, I went to cast Absorb, but a fsh of something white like marble caught my eye. I whipped around just in time to find a rge golden shield smming into my face with enough force to send me flying from my gruesome feast in an explosive impact.
