Modern Dungeon Capture Starting With Broken Skills Novels & Stories

The city's nightlife was beautiful from up here, neon lights reflecting on the dark water like a shattered rainbow. But the beauty was lost on me. The price for severing the bond was far steeper than I'd imagined. I hadn't just lost my connection to Victor; my gift for runes had been sealed away along with it. Maybe this was just my fate. A weak bloodline was a weak bloodline, after all. The next morning, I walked into an antique shop. A "Help Wanted" sign was taped to the door. No Experience Necessary. It was perfect for the shell of a person I’d become.

He accessed his Status before leaving the sleeping quarters. [STATUS: KAEL DREADMOURNE] [CLASS: INHERITOR OF RUIN] [TIER: BRONZE] [LEVEL: 1/10] [SKILLS ACQUIRED] [RECLAIM (BRONZE) — ACTIVE] [FOUNDATION MAPPING (BRONZE) — PASSIVE] [STRUCTURAL ASSESSMENT (BRONZE) — PASSIVE] [ADVANCEMENT CONDITION: EXPAND FUNCTIONAL DOMAIN] [REQUIREMENT: 3 SETTLEMENTS OR 100+ POPULATION] [CURRENT PROGRESS: 1 SETTLEMENT, 25 POPULATION]

I would come back to him. Julian rose to his feet, swaying. He stumbled to the corner and wrapped both hands around the heavy steel pipe. He closed his eyes. All he could see was me carrying him through the rain. He clenched his jaw, raised the pipe high above his head, and swung it down with every ounce of strength left in his body -- straight into his own left kneecap. *CRACK.* The sickening, brittle snap of shattering bone echoed through the tiny basement. Blinding pain ripped through his entire body. His kneecap was smashed to pieces. His lower leg twisted at a grotesque, unnatural angle.

V stated and a bubble thing like status in-game, appeared! ~Player 07~ -K Whatever Rank: Fetus Job: Breaker Points: None HP: 100/100 MP: 0 Intelligence: 98 Physical Strength: 30 Mental Strength: 150 Emotional Strength: [Error] Charm: 130 Luck: -30 Faith: 0 Ability: Space Bag Gift Ability: None Slots of Gift Ability: (Random) 1 Title(s): None V started to explain what is in my status, "Your job as a breaker is simply as what it said, break anything, something, or even someone."

He looks at the mattress and sees a puddle of blood where his ass was. Aiden turns away from the bed and staggers around the room, Tears run down his face as he cries. His vision is blurry as he looks through his tears, looking for something, but he's unsure what. Not until his eyes land on something, and he knows that's what he needs. Aiden stumbles across the basement toward the piece of broken metal hanging from the radiator. He grabs it and begins pulling as hard as he can. He wiggles and pulls on it until it finally breaks off.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

The daemons not only provided inner cores. Many parts of their bodies such as horns, scales, and claws were extremely hard or naturally possessed incredible abilities, suitable for making artifacts or even treasures. However, their sheer numbers posed a challenge. To alleviate inflation on the island, Adrian came up with a plan—to establish the Skill Depository. The immortals could choose to contribute to Forgotten Shore, exchange for contribution points, or go to the Skill Depository to exchange for fighting techniques. Adrian had no good impression of Genesis, so why would he bother about them?

I hold the picture up for her to see, “and here is you kissing him. You can't see his face clearly for the obvious reason that his face is buried on yours but you can see his tattoo, clearly identifying him.” I was ready to give her the world, I put her first in everything and that still wasn't enough for her. “I'm an idiot,” I murmured, staring into her eyes one more time feeling more broken than ever. “I never want to see you again. Get out of my house” I say quietly. “Adam, I don't know who's behind this or what they stand to gain from it but I need you to remember the promise you made to me. I need you to trust me and know that I'm telling the truth.” She walks a step closer, “I didn't d

"If the company doesn't work out, then, I'd have to move over to phase two immediately." Dante couldn't find anything to bring down the Moore empire. That alone was frustrating. He hoped to blackmail the young lady into forfeiting the Gadget Co contract. But he was able to secure a meeting with her. That was the beginning point. He was hellbent on convincing her to drop out.

The rest, crimson red. My breath caught as my eyes locked onto her face. Bruised, pale, drowning in her own blood, yet unmistakable. It was her. The little doll from the alley. The one I saw the night I got shot. Now unconscious, covered in wine-colored blood. Something raw and unfamiliar tore through my chest, swallowing reason whole. I moved before I could think, kicking the damn door open. They froze. Declan’s sharp blue eyes snapped to mine. But there was no smugness there. No confidence. Just a flicker of realization that things had just escalated far beyond their control.