Berserk Of Gluttony の小説・ストーリー

What he saw then had left him speechless. Pavan had partially awakened a dormant physique—something incredibly rare. The Berserker Physique. A brutal, chaotic body-type known for unmatched strength, terrifying stamina… and mindless destruction. According to Danial’s inheritance scrolls, the Berserker Physique was almost mythical. Usually only seen in monstrous warriors or heavily muscled body refiners. Pavan was… well, Pavan. Smart-mouthed, lean, and occasionally lazy. How he had that physique was a mystery.

The bloody army flow so fast, leaving the flashing afterimages to fill the glowing darkness. These afterimages are bloody, and while it spreading, the glowing darkness is shaking miserably. The bloody army's united voice mumbled, “Berserk, head to the order... Search the priestess!” In an instant, the berserk flash their eyes open, and the bloody eyes slowly engulf with glowing gold. They vanish in their position, causing the repressed golden flame to burst into open!

However the opposite might lead to a catastrophic domino effect. The actual problem here was numbers of beasts pitted against a limited stamina of the party members, and yet their numbers kept increasing. Although the fact that Berserk skills increase a user's strength by 2.5 times is indeed alluring, they also send users into a weakened state. Nevertheless, even if they all decided to turn berserk, the simple math would tell them that it was still far from enough. Their rate of killing was lower than the rate of new beasts appearing out of the shadows.

“This is who we serve?” “Shut the fuck up, Pride,” Wrath barked. “Gluttony, help him.” Gluttony dragged his feet forward lazily. Ashiel pulled a dagger, but Gluttony raised his hands. “Relax. I don’t bite… unless you ask.” Cris signaled Ashiel to lower the blade. Gluttony pressed a heavy hand against my chest, and energy surged into me. My body steadied, the burning in my veins cooling. “I’m giving you a taste of strength,” Gluttony muttered. “Sloth could drain the poison out completely, but he’s asleep. And he doesn’t like being woken up.”

You bitch! Faith's face turned as white as a sheet with every word Felix said. She couldn't defend herself, so she could only glare at me with a hateful look in her eyes. I simply smiled at her. The truth was, Faith did give birth to Felix's pup. However, I had switched out their pup for another one a long time ago. Felix was beyond furious. He struck Faith directly in the chest with his massive claws. Faith's agonized cry echoed around the room as she soared through the air and crashed onto the ground in a heap.

As I watched Daniel Miller devour an entire bucket of fried chicken on my phone screen, a heavy wave of fullness hit my stomach. The feeling made no sense. I hadn't even had a sip of water all day. It seemed I had been right. Even though I had been reborn, nothing had actually changed. Whatever Daniel ate still transferred straight into my stomach. While I was still frozen in shock, Daniel took out a giant plate of spicy aglio e olio. A half-gallon bottle of soda sat beside it.

*Gulp* Aegeus downed the entire potion in one swift gulp. His eyes quickly transitioned to the red of Berserk, and his aura grew vastly stronger. “Ahhh!” he screamed as the potion travelled through his bloodstream and filled every part of his body. He could feel his blood vessels being destroyed and healing simultaneously at a very fast rate. As he slowly sank into another period of insanity, there was only one thought running through his mind. “This isn’t a simple Berserk Potion! It activates the latent power in you. It is a Potential Awakening Potion!”

Benitez erected and took two small steps towards him, his hands on his pockets with his head down, "You recognize me, that's a good thing." "You wicked being. To hell with you!" Bagwis exclaimed with contempt. He slowly looked at him with eyes red as burning coal, cheeks swollen and peeling off, and black liquid oozing slowly from his nose. He is intimidating him with terror to test him. He wanted to see if this guardian was the same as the rest he encountered before, the unsubstantially valorous. Guardians who fought for one battle, for one goal, for Bulan alone and nothing else. Bagwis snatched his knife and pointed it towards him. The brave soldier did not even flinch. His exclusive fearl

It was that moment he felt he wanted to laugh but cannot find he breathe to laugh. "Kira my wind spirit, bring my anger upon those who took me ungrateful, within the gods who bestowed the Wind Spirit Kira, bring me the honor and bring me the justice to those who fall under my grips, you are granted to berserk my spirit." He mumbled to himself, however, that mumbled is not as what the man thought, he was talking to the spirit rampaging in this chamber, a spirit made for war, and a spirit is given by the gods that the East has worshiped.

It was the first time, after knowing him for so long, to see him this way. The Dongyue she had known was an incredibly calm man. But today, he resembled a barbarian in berserk mode. Barbarians were melee warriors who had a unique ability, the war cry, which enabled them to enter a stage of insanity and cut everything down in their path, including allies. Hence, it was called the ‘berserk mode’ by her elders. Xiyu just stared at Dongyue without uttering a single word. Probably he also sensed her discomfort because instead of admonishing her, he took her in his arms and deposited her back on her bed, where he stayed vigil at her bedside, contemplating his thoughts seriously.