2025-04-10 04:27:58Eryndor knew that sparing Lyrien will bring him more troubles in future, but he could not bring himself to kill a family member of the former Eryndor.
"Well, if he comes looking for trouble again, I won't mind sending him on his way to goddess Gaia." Eryndor muttered. He recalled the system. Now he has a system, his life in this new world will be smooth sailing. "Hey, Two-face, mind showing me my stats?" "Ding! As Host wishes." "Ding! STAT (System for Transfer and Analysis of Tactical data): Host: Eryndor Thorne Race: Half-Elf Age: 250 Status: Healthy Attributes: Strength: 30 Intelligence: 55 Agility: 40 Vitality: 50 Endurance: 35 Charisma: 60 Combat stats: Attack power: 60 Defense: 85 Health points: 100% Mana points: Infinite Accuracy: 50% Evasion: 50% Performance metrics: Goody or Chaos points: 100 Level: 1 Skills: None Gold or currency: 0 Kills: 0 kills Win-loss record: 0 Goal: None set System suggests that Host creates a goal so as to activate the system missions." "A goal huh? Wait, why is my Mana point infinite?" Eryndor asked the system. "Ding! The former Eryndor was born with an infinite Mana pool, but he had no aptitude for magic, thus he could not channel his Mana to perform any magic, not even the simple ones." The system response shocked Eryndor. Perhaps this was why the Eryndor was hated. "Hold on, does that mean I'll suffer the same fate?" Eryndor asked wide eyed. "Ding! No. With enough points, Host can learn any skill he wishes." Eryndor's brain began working on a plan. "What skill can I learn with a hundred points." Eryndor asked. "Ding! Here are skills host can learn with his meagre amount of points. FYI, host really needs to amass more points. Advanced Archery: 100 points Advanced Sword art: 100 points" Eryndor looked around. Sure Archery is good, but when it becomes useless in a melee combat. The sword art is better. "I choose the advance sword art." "Ding! One hundred points has been deducted from Host's point pool." Eryndor then felt a slight pain in his head, it felt as if small needles were pricking his brain. "Ding! Advanced Sword Art learned." "Ding! Host has leveled up." Eryndor then picked up a sword which one of the elves had left behind. It didn't feel strange to him. "Time to move." Eryndor walked deeper into the forest, lost in thought. He wondered why Lyrien and Grand Elder Thorne hated the old Eryndor so much. Sure the guy could not use magic, but he was still royalty. "What did he do to make them want him dead?" As he walked, the trees grew twisted and the bushes thicker. Eryndor felt a change in the air but didn't notice. Suddenly, three ugly orcs appeared. Their scarred faces twisted into angry snarls. Eryndor inspected them using the system and could not believe it.. they were all level 5. "Elven trash!" one orc shouted. Eryndor drew his sword, ready to fight. Behind the orcs, a goblin hung tied to a tree. Its eyes begged for help. The orcs charged, swinging their crude blades. Eryndor dodged the first orc's swing and countered with a quick slash. The orc stumbled, clutching its wounded arm. The second orc lunged, blade aimed at Eryndor's chest. Eryndor blocked, their blades clashing in sparks. The third orc swung from the side, forcing Eryndor to spin. Their blades clashed, Eryndor's training saving him from deadly blows. But the orcs' brute strength wore him down. A crushing blow sent Eryndor crashing to the ground. The orcs closed in, blades raised. Eryndor rolled, avoiding fatal strikes. He scrambled up, gasping. The orcs pressed their attack. Eryndor's sword arm trembled. Was he going to die here? No, no way, he will get his happy ending, and no one will take that away from him anymore. Adrenaline began surging. With renewed strength, Eryndor struck. A swift kick sent one orc stumbling. A precise slash felled another. The last orc stood, enraged. Their blades clashed. Eryndor's vision blurred. The orc's blade sliced toward his neck... Eryndor dodged. The orc stumbled. Eryndor seized the moment. A decisive blow ended the battle. Eryndor stood panting. "Ding! Congratulations to Host on defeating three high leveled orcs. Host has been awarded 300 chaos points." "Ding! Host has leveled up thrice. Host is now level 4" The goblin watched, wide-eyed. "Thank you," it stammered. Eryndor approached, sword still trembling. "Who did this to you?" he asked. The goblin's gaze flicked toward the orcs. "Razgut's clan... they raid our village... take slaves." "Ding! Does Host wish to make the goblin his subordinate?" The system asked. "Wait what!? I can do that!?" Eryndor blurted out in surprise. The goblin looked at Eryndor in a weird way. "Ding! Yes but the other party has be willing. To avoid unnecessary attention, Host is advised to communicate with the system through telepathy." "Fine." Eryndor replied. He then turned to the goblin. "I'll help you. But first, will you become my subordinate?" Eryndor asked the goblin. The goblin's eyes lit up. "Yes. I'm Grimp. Thank you." "Ding! Subordinates: Name: Grimp. Level: 2. Skill: beginner class archery." Eryndor smiled. "I'm Eryndor." Grimp's gaze fell on Eryndor's sword. "You're strong." Eryndor sheathed his sword. An idea began to form in his mind. He turned to the goblin. "Are there any other goblin clans nearby?" Eryndor asked Grimp. "Yes. Me go ask help from Gobrou clan, but orcs stop me" the goblin replied with a crestfallen expression. Eryndor was thinking. If Grimp was caught here, that meant one thing.. these orcs here were scouts sent to find out about the next clan. This was good. If Grimp hadn't been caught, the orcs won't need a reason to stop, and may have gone ahead to the village and cause chaos. But now the orcs are dead, he could go over there and acquire more subordinates. "Ding! Host can simply defeat the goblin clan leader and take over the clan. Goblins and orcs respects the strong. If the clan leader is to fall by Host's blade, then Host can easily be made the new goblin chief." Eryndor liked that idea. But why stop at one goblin clans, when he could take over the orcs and perhaps the entire forest. Lyrien called him an insignificant half-breed, well, he will show him who truly is insignificant. "System, use the three points and give me skills suitable for me right now." "Ding! Three hundred points has been deducted from Host's point pool." "Ding! Host has learned the skill, Flaming sword." "Ding! Host has learned the art of self regeneration." Eryndor smiled. "We'll get you home, Grimp. Now, lead the way to the Gobrou clan.”
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Chapter 81. The Stepbrother
Morning sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the hallway. Lucius descended the stairs, his stomach growling.As he reached the landing, voices drifted from the foyer. Mr. Von Doom and a stern-faced commander stood near the entrance."...bringing some fresh meat for the soldiers and hunters," Mr. Von Doom said."Much appreciated, Monsieur Von Doom," the commander replied."We'll need all the help we can get. Our scouts report the beast's movements are unpredictable."Mr. Von Doom nodded. "I've heard rumors of a Chinese princess joining the hunt.""Silvia, yes," the commander confirmed. "A skilled huntress. We're assembling the best team possible."Lucius lingered, listening."The hunt will commence soon," the commander announced. "We'll require a local guide. Someone familiar with the forest's layout."Mr. Von Doom's expression turned polite but firm. "I'm afraid I must decline. My duties here are too pressing."The commander's eyes narrowed. "Understood, Monsieur Von Do
Chapter 80. Silvia
Silvia sipped her ale, her eyes scanning the bustling tavern. Fellow hunters gathered around, their voices rising."The King's bounty is 10,000 livres," one hunter boasted."I'll take that beast down myself," another hunter claimed.Silvia listened intently, her expression unreadable.A grizzled hunter, Diego, leaned in. "I've heard it's not just any beast," Diego said."Rumors say it's a lycanthrope.""A werewolf?" a young hunter repeated, wide-eyed.Diego nodded. "The villagers have seen it. Tall, with razor-sharp claws and teeth."Silvia's gaze narrowed. She had heard similar stories in China. Of the Jiangshi, bloodthirsty creatures roaming the night. But this beast seemed different, more powerful.A burly hunter, Argent, slammed his fist on the table."We'll need traps, silver bullets, and men with steel nerves."The group nodded in agreement. Silvia remained silent, her thoughts racing. She had left China to escape the Emperor's expectations, to find adventure and purpose.Now, s
Chapter 79. Fierce Confrontation
I gripped my knife tightly, my senses on high alert. The Darach's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, its gaze hypnotic. "You're... different," the Darach repeated, its voice low and menacing. "A threat to my existence." My heart pounded, my breath caught in my throat. "I won't back down," I said, trying to sound braver than I felt. "You've killed many innocent people, and now I can do something about it."The Darach chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "We'll see about that." Without warning, it lunged, its massive body blurring as it struck. I tried to dodge, but the Darach's speed was incredible. Claws swiped across my chest, tearing fabric and flesh. I grunted, pain searing through my torso. I stumbled backward, knife flashing in the dim light.The Darach followed, its eyes blazing with fury. I felt dizzy from the pain, but I knew that any mistake would make me its next victim. "You should have stayed hidden," it snarled. I parried its attacks, knife slicing through the air. But the Dar
Chapter 78. A New Path
I burst out of the basement, my heart racing. The mirror's reflection still haunted me – purple eyes, blood-stained hands, and razor-sharp canines. I sprinted up the stairs, slamming my bedroom door shut behind me. Breathless, I rummaged through my worn leather bag. Amidst the chaos, a tattered book emerged. Its cover, once a deep blue, now faded to a muted gray. The pages yellowed with age. My trembling hands opened the book, revealing my mother's handwriting across the pages, a mix of ancient languages and cryptic symbols. Teachings she had shared with me before her passing.I flipped the pages until I got to the part I was searching for. My mother had once taught me about the werewolves. In fact, she had once told me that my Uncle, General Maximus Decimus, was rumored to be one of these ungodly beasts. My focus was now on this page where my mother wrote down details of werewolves."The most famous mythological account of werewolves comes from the legend of Lycaon, a king of Arcadia
Chapter 77. A beast no doubt
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Chapter 76. The Curse
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