webnovel

Blood Art Summoner: I Can Summon My Paintings

Blood Art Summoner, "I can summon my paintings." What to expect other than Blood, Art, and Summoning? Riyan Rebel, a world-renowned painter, plummeted to his death while trying to paint the view from the highest point on the earth and transmigrated in the body of a high schooler, Ryan Hunt, who died due to a series of misfortunate events.  The new world is a 'Parallel Earth' with a few minute changes, and one of them is a mysterious tower, which had surfaced in the south pole on the day Riyan Rebel transmigrated there.  Seven days later,  An omniscient voice calling itself tower administrator made a worldwide announcement, "Mortal Reigners climb the Tower of Trials to defend your world in Mortal Realm Wars. And do not repeat the same mistake as your predecessors."  What is this mysterious Tower? Who are the Mortal Reigners? What are Mortal Realm Wars? What mistake did our predecessors make? How will all of this affect Riyan's life on parallel Earth?   ********** [Congratulations! You have successfully painted a chicken using fresh chicken blood. Your chicken painting has successfully captured the chicken's life essence and has met the conditions of the skill 'Blood Artist.' Summoning Blood Art...  Blood Art: Chicken(Rare) Level: 0 (Exp: 0%) Health: 20/20 Stamina: 20/20 Strength: 1 Agility: 2 Defense: 1 Intelligence: 1  Skills: Peck, Glide, Blood Feeder Peck: A quick move by a chicken using its beck to deal one damage to the enemy unit at the expense of one stamina point. Glide: The chicken can use its wings to get carried by the wind, soften its fall, dodge in the air, and jump higher.  Blood Feeder: Chicken can feed on fresh blood to restore its health and stamina. ]  "I am an Artist, not a Necromancer. You walking leather canvas and red paint." ~Blood Art Summoner "With your blood as paint and your skin as a canvas, I shall pour life into my creation."  ~Blood Art Summoner "With the blood of my enemies, I shall raise them as my paintings." ~Blood Art Summoner

IGotStones · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
30 Chs

Explosion

For Amber to clean the mess on the living room floor, I had to completely heal Stan because the stab wounds on him were the source of the mess. Now that I had him all tied up, I had little to worry about, so I fed him the remaining potion. 

[Item: Health Potion(Common)

 Durability: Consumable (90%>>0%)]

[Name: Stan

 Health: 95/100]

After drinking the remaining Health potion, Stan's body looked like it had gained new vigor and rejuvenated as the stab wound under his rib cage healed in seconds. Now that his injuries were no more, Stan struggled, trying to free himself from the ropes constraining him.  

*Thuk* 

I stabbed the bloody knife next to Stan's face on the floor, a few centimeters away from his eyes. And warned him, "Be a good boy, and I will let you go after your wife is done cleaning up your dirty blood in my living room, or else I don't mind stabbing you again." 

"That's funny. If my blood is dirty, what about your blood, boy? After all, my blood runs through your veins. Hahaha!" Stan laughed. His expression looked hideous, filled with frustration and sadistic tendencies. 

*Wham* 

"Shut your mouth" I kicked Stun in his gut. He moaned in pain but still maintained his hideous irritated expression. It made me want to kick him more, but there was nothing to gain from hurting someone who couldn't defend. Not to mention, I would be no different from him. 'My actions define me, not my blood.'

[Name: Stan

 Stamina: 13/100]

Currently, Stan wasn't much of a threat because his stamina was at the bottom. Nearly dying due to blood loss has drained his energy. Almost nearing the bare minimum limit. So even if I untied him, he would go down quickly, unable to fight due to exhaustion. 

"All done?" I asked Amber, inspecting the leaving room for bloodstains. Only when I couldn't find any stains did I turn to Amber and say, "Good job. You are free to go. It is a hassle opening that jammed door. Use the window." 

*Sigh* Amber didn't complain about using the window. She rushed to the window next to the front door, opened it, and was about to climb out of it—

"Hold it!" 

"What now? You said I could leave after I cleaned the bloodstains. You promised." Amber turned and complained. She could have just ignored my words and climbed out of the window, but she didn't. Instead, she followed my orders. I seemed to have managed to tame her. 

"Untie him and take him with you," I ordered Amber, pointing at Stan lying face down on the floor. 

"Okay." Amber didn't need me to repeat myself twice. She followed through with my orders without a single complaint. 

*Thud* *Click* 

After the adulterous ex-couple left, I closed the window and locked it. The neighborhood where I live is not safe. There have been quite a few home invasions in recent months, and they escalated over the past week with the surfacing of the tower of trials. Though I didn't have anything worthy of stealing but like all professions, thieves also have dumb thieves. So it is better to be safe than sorry. 

….

"Hey, Amber," Stan called out to Amber. But she didn't answer him. Instead, she hastened her pace towards her car as if she didn't hear him calling her. 

"Bitch, stop." Enraged, Stan snapped at Amber. Irritated, Amber stopped, turned to face him, and asked in annoyance, "What?"

"Let's meet at the sunset motel," Stan ordered Amber with a vulgar smile. Even though due to his lack of stamina, he could barely stand. His intentions were clear. He wanted oral favors from his ex-wife. Let her do all the work while he laid back comfortably, enjoying the oral experience to the fullest.  

"After letting your little son punk you like that? You wish." Amber scoffed at Stan and mocked him for getting beat up by his son. 

"Little? Damn it, woman, from which angle does he appear little to you. I don't know what my mother fed that fat fuck? He is anything but little." Stan argued, trying to defend his manhood in front of his ex-wife, but it only sounded like him bitching and making excuses for his incompetence. 

"Of course, you would say that. Old soft man can't even defeat his own son. Go, relieve yourself with tissue paper and lotion. And lose my number from your phone contacts." Amber mocked Stan mercilessly. Her words shattered Stan's already cracked pride to pieces. 

"You…" Stan was boiling with rage. He wanted to slap Amber for her demeaning and arrogant words. But his stamina wasn't enough to put his thoughts into action. To not get beat up by his wife trying to beat her, he could only suppress his anger for now.  

"Me? What?" Amber asked arrogantly. 

"..." Stan could only grit his teeth, faced with Amber's smug smile and arrogant gaze. 

"That's what I guessed. *Spit*" Amber reached her car and spat on the ground, openly displaying her disgust for Stan.

*Thud* *Vrooom*  Getting into her car, Amber drove away, leaving Stan in the dust. 

"Argh! Bitch, you will pay for this!" Stan screamed at Amber's car as it grew smaller in his sight before turning around the corner.

*Thud* *Vrooom* Stan opened his car door and glanced at his childhood home menacingly before entering his car and driving away in haste.

Making sure that the adulterous ex-couple had left. I headed to the kitchen to fill up on the fruits and sweets that Amber had brought. I didn't have the patience to make another ramen. After all, It had been a long night. 

Highway 69, it was a lonely night. Soon the graveyard silence covering it was disturbed by the roaring engines of the two cars speeding on it. 

"Why the heck is that bastard following me? Wasn't I clear enough? Asshole! Let's ignore him. He will have to stop following me at some point." Amber cussed after she saw her ex-husband's car follow her. She assumed that he was after her for some pity sex. Her husband should know better by now that she doesn't take pity on anything.  

*Bump!* *Screech* 

"What the fuck!" Amber almost lost control of her car as Stan bumped into her car with his car while breaking her taillights. 

*Bump!* *Screech!* *Bump!* *Screech!* *Thud!* *Crash!* 

"Son of bitch, does he want to kill me?" After the first bump, Amber slowed her car to yell at Stan, but he took it as an opportunity to push Amber's car off the highway and crash it. 

*Screech* *Thud* 

Stopping his car at the crash site, Stan got out of his car and walked toward wounded Amber, who was struggling to open the stuck door, crying for help, "Help! Help!" 

"Bitch, we were married for more than half a decade. By now, you should know better than to mock me." Uttering those words, Stan lit a cigarette and walked away, ignoring Amber's pleas. 

Reaching his car, Stan opened his car door and turned to take one last look at Amber's car before throwing his half-finished cigarette at its leaking fluids—

 *Boom!* 

And fled the crime scene with a blast, "The bitch is down, son of the bitch remains."