Dark Souls Chest Mimic の小説・ストーリー

“You came here thinking you could take my fear and twist it into chains. But I don’t need to fear you anymore.” The projection trembled at the edges. Its image glitched for the first time. “I know who I am,” Dain said. “And I know who she is.” The mimic turned to dust in the wind. And the Vein roared back to life through the valley, stronger than before, as if remembering itself, too.

I snapped awake with a jolt, finding myself trapped in a void of pure white. The last thing I remembered was jumping off the elevated display stage. "You are not dead." A voice suddenly echoed from the depths of my consciousness. Unlike the System's glitchy, synthetic drone, this voice carried a profound and commanding authority. Without warning, scenes of everything that had happened after my death flashed before my eyes like a fast-forwarded film. I saw Kendrick clutching at empty air, kneeling beside the drying pool of blood as he completely lost his mind. He would spend the rest of his life trapped in an endless prison of regret.

After a while… Why the heck can’t I shoot one? This cheating sleazebag! I swear there’s something off from the start when I saw his face. Damn it this old geezer, if only I knew this sooner then all of my gold coins would have been worth to buy something instead of wasting in this game I can never win “Oh look! So that’s why it won’t fall off? It was nailed on top of the bucket so it won’t fall”

After a few minutes of rushing through this mess, Chaos ate dozens after dozens of mimics, he took outside the salt he had saved inside his Inventory and enjoyed their taste with some salt, and even took away some ale to see if it could go with it, and it did. He also shared it with everyone as they enjoyed a meal while slaughtering monsters that could easily kill people like nothing… By doing this, it felt as if they were insulting the dungeon core itself. It was getting ridiculous at this point… [You learned the following Skills] [Mimic Monster Bloody Bite] [Mimic Monster Body Slam] [Mimic Monster Body Projectile] [Organic Stone Shell Creation] [Inner Flesh Manipulation] Chaos glanced at t

But the mimic didn’t react like a person being overpowered. It only locked its eyes on me. And smiled again. Before either of them could pin it down the mimic launched itself upward and clung to the wall like gravity didn’t apply to it. Its head twisted at the wrong angle as it stared down at us. At me. Xves pulled me behind him and spoke quietly without looking away from the creature. “It marked her.” Aleksander’s breathing was sharp. “Meaning what exactly” “It won’t stop,” Xves said. “Not until it finishes the replacement sequence.”

she said with a pleased smile, “she will step into this place. And when she steps in, you will lose her.” “Melissa would not enter this chamber,” I said. “She will,” the mimic whispered. “Because she thinks she can save you.” My chest tightened. “No.” The mimic nodded slowly. “She is already trying to reach you.” I swallowed. “If she comes here, I will reach her first.” “You are trapped,” the mimic replied. “What will you do when she appears right in front of the creature.” “I will get to her,” I said. “I do not care what stands in my way.”

The Spirit's voice filled the space between them, between all things: "Eva . Daughter of the debt. You are not tried for your mother's sins, nor for your mother's courage. You are tried for your own. The mimic comes. It wears no face but yours. It carries no weapon but the truth you have buried. Speak, if you can. Fight, if you must. But know this: what defeats the mimic is not strength. The realm has no use for strength in the weighing of souls. Only what is true will hold." The darkness finished its gathering. The mimic stepped into the light. It was Eva, and it was not. It had her height, her build, the slight stoop of her shoulders from years of bending over textbooks and hospital beds a

It twisted, faster than anything should move, and its face split open to reveal rows of teeth like broken glass. I dodged left. Marcus came in from the right, his sword taking the thing's arm off at the elbow. Black ichor sprayed across the desk. The Mimic lunged at me, all pretense of humanity gone. I caught it with my blade through what passed for its throat and pinned it against the wall. It thrashed for maybe ten seconds. Then went still. My tattoo pulsed. +25 credits. Class D Mimic eliminated. Twenty-five credits. For almost dying.

Elora pulled blood again that morning. Mine ran silver-bright. Brighter than any Lunan should have been. Elora muttered, "She’s burning from the inside," as she observed the enchanted fluid twist. The memory shell of the mimic was not made to last this long after fusion. Her soul wasn’t given roots. It’s anchoring now in you. And your vessel wasn’t built for two.” I looked down at my hands. No scars. No changes. But I could feel it. We were splitting and stitching ourselves simultaneously.

Vic said complaining to himself. "Detect!!" "How can the chest be under the leg?" Vic was surprised.