14 14 - The Minobster
Chapter 14 - The Minobster
Written By Curistyx
~[The Wyrm]~
The Wyrm rubbed his hands over his copper-colored scales as they glistened like precious metal.
Dragon Scales were the scales possessed by Dragons (No shit, Sherlock). The Skill itself created a new layer of scales on top of his original one, protecting his whole body with reinforced strength.
These scales were definitely a lot tougher than his old ones, as he couldn't even make a dent in them when he tried biting himself.
The Skill also gave him quite the boost in the Resistance Stat. It apparently has some sort of Magic Disrupting effect by directly interfering with the composition of a Spell, breaking it down to the most minute form.
One might be confused as to why he gained this Skill since he hadn't upgraded his scales yet. Turns out, Dragon Scales are derived from Fire Wyrm LV 3.
The Concentration Skill, on the other hand, allowed him to be... Well, more concentrated and less affected by his non-existent brain damage.
Quite useful, in fact.
Now, to the meat of the bones, the third ability gained from the Fire Wyrm Skill; Life Exchange.
Let Voice-chan explain it herself, why don't we?
『Life Exchange: An ability gained from Fire Wyrm LV 3.
When HP is reduced, SP can be converted to replenish HP values. Thus exchanging Energy with Life.
Usually gained after a Wyrm reaches a Lesser-rank Species, you are quite amazing.』
Oh my Dragon God, he hasn't even evolved yet!
...To possess such a latent ability. He took back his previous statement, whoever had sent him here must have been a kind and charitable soul by putting him in a glorious Shrimp Dragon's body.
Freak of Nature, perhaps that Title really did have some merit...
Even Voice-chan voiced her opinion!!!
Upgrading his Wyrmroost was truly a wise decision, he was quite confident that he now could face the world head-on!
A confidence that was about to be tested.
~[Elroe Minobster]~
~{Some Other Part Of The Stratum}~
"GROOOAAAR~!*" An African Elephant-sized Blue Lobster let out a bellowing roar that shook the surrounding magma as its lesser kin gathered around.
"Roaragrahe! Hravoragra Roaragora! (Today we feast! Delicious Wyrms, We eat well!)" The Blue Lobster roared in its primitive and guttural tongue as its limbs smashed the ground like a hammer.
-ROAR~!***
Its lesser kin cheered in roars as they beheld the news, eager to find out the taste of fried Catfish.
The Blue Lobster hoisted up the corpse of an Elroe Gunegrave and took it for itself, leaving the remaining three for the feast.
Shortly after the Megobster took its dinner, the rest of the flock practically swarmed the corpses, all eager to get their own piece of the pie.
A Lobster about the size of a chihuahua crawled around beneath its larger kin. It was a Minobster, the weaker and unevolved counterpart of the Horse-sized Lobsters.
The Minobster scurried here and there as it avoided the threat of being stomped on by its more evolved cousins, eagerly waiting for the scraps left behind.
A dozen or so other Minobsters had the same goal and attempted various strategies as they waited for any leftover meat chunks to fall off from the Lobster's feast, some of them were even climbing on top of their older cousins.
A chunk of Wyrm meat fell to the ground, just beside him. But as he was about to take it, the meat was swept away by a Lobster, who could not care less about the little ones.
=(
The Minobster was quite unlucky today as he did not manage to get even a single piece of the feast. With a downed expression, he soon left the gathering to quickly find some food.
Several other Minobsters also shared the same fate. So our Minobster, being the kind and generous senior that he was, took them in and formed a sort of temporary band.
He was the strongest one with an impressive level of 6, so he naturally took the commanding role in this endeavor.
The Minobster and the rest of his Boys separated from the main flock as they swam up the river stream, magma splashed here and there as the band traveled the Stratum.
They came across a trio of wandering Gunerush one the way, those damnable sea horses attacked them unprovoked and took a couple of their numbers for themselves.
Luckily, the Gunerush only went after the weakest members for a quick and easy meal and left the rest simply because it wasn't worth their time and effort.
Unfortunately, those Wyrms took away the corpses for themselves so the Minobster couldn't exploit the situation...
The world was truly a cruel and miserable place, even a tiny Lobster couldn't afford a fulfilling meal.
What remained of the Band, which was only about 6 Minobsters now, continued their journey upstream.
It was as if the Goddess herself had smiled upon them with grace as they had suddenly stumbled upon a partially secluded habitat with an abundance of life.
Lepriken littered the ground in patches, draining energy from the very soil itself as they released hot chemicals that the Lava Grass thrived on.
The Band stayed away from those Shrooms though, they tasted even worse than Megobster shit. The Lava Grass was less so, but they weren't vegans.
An arousing fragrance entered through their nostrils, they couldn't believe what they were smelling... A dead Belgram!
Those Starfishes were very favored in the Lobster cuisine scene, so much so that the very scent of a dead Belgram had been deeply ingrained into their DNA. They were just that delicious, damn it!
Seduced by the scent as if they had been caught in a Fisherman's line, the Band dragged themselves over to the arousing aroma.
A half-eaten corpse of a mangled Starfish was spread out on the ground, it had clearly been the quarry of a bashing enthusiast as the cause of death was most likely a type of blunt force.
Fortunately, the Hunter had clearly left its prey for the scavengers to take as the only other thing nearby were the rocks and a typical-looking Beragram shell.
A dangerous glint twinkled in their eyes, would this corpse be enough for all of them?
The Minobster immediately became wary as their eyes stared into his back...
A long and deafening silence spread to the surroundings as the Minobsters all had a malicious glint in their eyes.
The Minobster tried to predict what funny things his former boys would try doing... But he wouldn't have time to.
-BASH~!*
The blood of his own Brother was splattered on the ground, some of which hit his face, partially blocking his sight and painting the world red.
It took a few seconds before the Minobster realized what had landed in front of him; the crushed corpse of his very sibling.
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"I used to hate facial hair, but then it grew on me =)" -Remark.
Some of you have been complaining about the alleged snooze fest that this fic has become, which could be evaded if you guys just let me write Shun chaps.
The next chap will be one, don't worry... It will surprise you, my friends.
The cannon text is the source not a fucking rule book, I do what I want.
