Modern Dungeon Capture Starting With Broken Skills の小説・ストーリー

At one point, I was in awe of my own wolf but the second, I could not imagine the amount of pain he would suffer if anything would go wrong. My hands were now on the mattress, inches away from her sleek fingers. I internally practised being soft because she seemed breakable even if I held her hand with my usual strength, I would still hurt her. "Just, fucking hold it, Adriel. She won't bite!" Zion shouted in my head, enough short on patience.

) She concentrated for a moment and tried to force the exchange, but alas, the switch skill required the intervention of both users. (You idiot, stop using my dark magic! You don't have enough mana left, it will consume your life force! Listen to me!!! Dor-) (QUIET!) Midgard jumped, on her screen, the numbers had stopped moving and a new message appeared |Subquest: Completed |Kill 50 Death Hounds |Death Hound Killed: 50/50 |Exp+5200 |Reward received: |1 soul stone / 5 elemental stones |New skill unlocked, torpedo strike, a fast and powerful punch. Inflict critical damage to the target on hit. Become invincible for 1 second.

“Things were always easy for you, rich girl. If your life was a video game, it would be stuck perpetually on 'casual'.” Hearing a demon talk about video games was, in some ways, the most surreal thing that had happened yet. “You should be thanking me,” The demon continued. “You mortals love conflict, love challenges. I just provided what your life was missing.” Janice wiped the tears from her eyes, squaring her shoulders. “Well, either way, it ends now.”

Raven POV I wake up groaning. Fuck, it feels like I've been hit by a gods damn truck. I don't even remember going to bed last night. Must have been a rough training session with the women if I feel like this. I go to roll over to get up when I realize I can't move and what I thought was a bed is actually a cold metal table. What the fuck is going on? I take a second to try and remember how I ended up here, but the only memory that comes to me is training the women and then I blacked out. I hope to all that is holy that the guys decided to pull some fucked up prank on me because if they didn't then I'm for sure in danger. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust to being opened, but once they

He raised the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle, the smart-scope instantly highlighting targets in the gloom. "Clear right," Ren said. Jax stepped out from the shadows, his data-sword glowing a soft, deadly blue. Behind him lumbered Brog, the awakened NPC blacksmith. Brog looked terrified, his massive forging hammer clutched tightly in his pixelated hands. "This isn't how the dungeon was coded," Brog whispered, looking at the walls. The stone textures were melting, replaced by a cascading waterfall of angry red zeroes and ones. "The Great Machine is eating the architecture."

Feeling something that had been broken in her mending, just a little, just enough. The remaining three days passed in a blur of drills and preparations, of weapons sharpened until they gleamed and walls reinforced until they were unbreakable. Wolves who had never held a blade learned to fight with desperate ferocity. Warriors who had seen a dozen battles trained alongside pups who had never seen blood spilled. They moved together, ate together, slept in the moments between, bound by something that went deeper than pack, deeper than blood, deeper than anything the Nameless One could understand.

This could only mean one thing. "It's a Skill" Indeed, it was a skill that allowed Aegeus to so easily break the other weapons. But it wasn't his skill. It was Aegis's! That's right. Aegis already had a few skills, and this was one of them. This skill was called "Shatter" and just like its name, it was a skill that allowed Aegis to break any weapon that was below it in grade upon touching it. It didn't even need to apply any pressure. Just touching it was enough!

At the system that wasn’t supposed to exist— But did. “I don’t fight them,” she said. Cassian frowned. “Then what?” Her answer came quietly. “I let them think they’ve already won.” He stared at her. “That’s your plan?” “It’s the only one that doesn’t feed them.” “And then what?” Aria’s gaze hardened slightly. “Then I break them from the inside.” The Architect’s attention sharpened instantly. Because that— Was something new. Not destruction. Not resistance. Infiltration. Cassian let out a low breath. “That’s risky.”

"You can change your name, your hair, everything, but I know you. I'll never forget your eyes, your nose, and the corner of your mouth." He reached for my hand, but I stepped back. My bodyguards moved in and blocked him. "Luna, why won't you acknowledge me?" Vincenzo's eyes were full of pain and disbelief. "I know I was wrong. I killed my Papa and destroyed the Camorra family. I avenged you! Come back with me. Let's start over, please." "Start over?" I scoffed. "Vincenzo, are you insane? You destroyed everything I had, and now you want to start over? You locked me in that cold room, broke our token of love, watched me get tortured, then tried to pin fake crimes on me. Did you forget all that

Humanoid shapes made of bark, bone, and darkness stitched together by corrupted magic. “Constructs,” Oragon said grimly. “Bound to the fracture.” Winter’s voice dropped. “That’s a lot of constructs.” Fenrir drew his blade, silver runes igniting along its edge. “Stay close to me.” The first wave surged up the slope faster than I expected. Everything broke into motion. Gabriel fired pulse rounds that tore through two constructs, shattering them into splinters and ash. Winter leapt forward, green energy flaring as he slammed into the ground, sending a shockwave that knocked several enemies back.