Godseed Ascension System

4

Kael’s body vibrated with raw energy as the system coursed through him. His muscles burned, but he forced himself to stand. His desperation to survive outweighed the pain.  

The Mebitor lunged, its pincers snapping with enough force to crush a rock. Kael leaped, barely dodging the attack. He paused briefly, staring at his hands. The speed at which he moved felt foreign. He had never felt this kind of power before. Everything was sharper, clearer… better.  

[Godseed infusion active: physical enhancement initiated. Host current power level: 50%.]  

[Chances of victory: 50%.]  

Kael clenched his fists, feeling energy crackling through his fingers. But it wasn’t enough to defeat the Mebitor. It was only enough to survive—if he played it right.  

The beast roared again, its many legs slamming into the ground, causing tremors. But Kael stood firm. His heart pounded as he took a stance, ready to fight. He surprised even himself with his audacity. The power surging through his body was intoxicating. It filled him with confidence—foolish, dangerous confidence.  

[Host should target the underside of the Mebitor’s neck. It is the creature’s only weakness.]  

Kael surged forward, his vision tunneling as he locked onto the beast’s slimy back. With a feral roar, he seized one of the massive pincers, every muscle in his body screaming in protest. The sound of cracking shell echoed like thunder as the pincer gave way, spraying acidic blue blood.

“He’s insane,” the tattooed man muttered.  

“No,” Herold said, his eyes gleaming with greed. “He’s a weapon.”  

The Mebitor retaliated, curling into a massive ball and rolling toward Kael. He couldn’t dodge in time. Pain exploded in his body as he was slammed into the ground.  

“Fuck!” Kael yelled. If he had been an ordinary man, he would have been crushed. He survived, but not without consequences.  

[Warning: Host energy depletion at 40%. Continuous exertion will result in collapse.]  

“Not now,” Kael growled through gritted teeth.  

[Integration rate at 80%. Full awakening required for survival and victory.]  

“Then do it!” Kael shouted, his frustration boiling over. “What are you waiting for?”  

[ Host integration is conditional. Full access requires payment.]

“Conditional? Then why tell me all that?!” Kael snapped, forcing himself to his feet.  

“Boss… you seeing this?” the tattooed man said nervously. “The gifted guy’s losing it. He’s talking to himself.”  

Herold ignored him. He had noticed it too, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was whether Kael could truly do something extraordinary.  

Kael’s focus now was survival. His only advantage was his speed and strength. With a burst of energy, he charged at the creature, leaping onto its slimy back. Grabbing one of its massive pincers with both hands, he roared and used all his strength to snap it.  

The Mebitor screeched, thrashing wildly as Kael jumped off. Blue acidic blood sprayed from its broken pincer as it writhed in pain.  

[Warning: Host energy depletion at 20%. Survival chances reduced to 30%.]  

“Shut up!” Kael barked at the system. “If you’re not going to help, be quiet!”  

For a moment, the system went silent. But when the Mebitor’s eyes turned red, it spoke again.  

[Host has one chance to defeat the Mebitor. All remaining energy will be channeled to the feet. Strike the core with full force.]  

Kael nodded, gritting his teeth. He steadied himself, legs apart, waiting. When the creature lunged, he dodged at the last second, diving under its belly. Planting both hands on the ground, he delivered a powerful kick to the soft spot beneath its neck and leaped away.  

The Mebitor screeched, its massive body thrashing violently as it fought for life. The damaged plate on its neck oozed blue liquid as it struggled. Moments later, it collapsed, dead.  

The world around him fell quiet. Kael, panting heavily, asked, “Is… is it over?”  

[Yes. Host has defeated a level 20 Mebitor. Host has unlocked Tier 1 abilities.]  

[New ability unlocked: Monster Vitalis Absorption. Use with caution.]  

As the system’s words echoed in his mind, Kael felt an instinctive pull. He hesitated, the glowing energy pulling at him like a temptation he didn’t understand. His instincts screamed at him to take it, but something about the creature’s desperate thrashing made him pause.

But he had no control over his actions , hid  hands began to glow as they pointed toward the Mebitor. The creature’s body started to wither, its energy flowing into him.  

The Mebitor’s thrashing slowed, and soon it resembled a mummified husk. Kael dropped to his knees, exhausted, his hair returning to its normal color.  

Herold and his men stood frozen, their eyes wide in disbelief. They had never seen anyone kill a Mebitor. But Herold’s lips curled into a smirk as he noticed the glowing bottle of Vitalis that had appeared beside Kael.  

“Let’s move,” Herold ordered. “That Vitalis is ours.”  

At first, his men hesitated, wary of the man who had just killed a level 20 Mebitor. But Herold’s confidence was contagious.  

They surrounded Kael, keeping their distance.  

Kael lifted his head, barely managing to speak. “Who are you?”  

[They are the Devil Angels. Survivors and scavengers of Lorodia.]  

[Devil Angels risk level: high. Host survival in current state: low.]  

“So what do I do?” Kael groaned.  

Herold thought Kael was speaking to him. “Give us the Vitalis willingly, and you might live. Otherwise, we’ll take it from you, and I promise you won’t like how it ends.”  

Kael sighed. He was thirsty, weak, and barely holding on. “How do I get out of this?”  

[Analyzing quickest escape route…]  

[Analysis complete. Best option: flee now.]  

[Chances of success: low.]

Kael scoffed under his breath. “Great advice, genius. Why do I even bother listening to you?”

His body trembled as he forced himself upright, strength drained from the fight and the system’s maddening lack of cooperation. The Devil Angels closed in, their smirks widening as they saw their prey faltering.

Kael rose to his feet, his knees wobbling. Even in his weakened state, they hesitated. Fear lingered in their eyes, and Kael wasn’t about to let that advantage slip away. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned sideways and grabbed the large Vitalis bottle.

[Suggestion: Leave the Vitalis behind. Host chances of survival increase to 10%.]

Kael glared upwards. “Are you kidding me?!” he hissed, grounding his teeth in frustration.

Clutching the bottle to his chest, he muttered, “This is what you want, right? Fine—catch!”

Without warning, Kael hurled the glowing bottle high into the air, sending it spinning in the opposite direction. The Devil Angels shouted in alarm, their greed overriding their caution as they dove to catch the precious prize.

Kael didn’t wait to see what happened next. With a burst of whatever strength he had left, he turned and sprinted. His legs burned, his breath came in ragged gasps, but the chaos behind him was all he needed to keep going.