Status

'Black Disaster,' seven spears per execution. Fifteen seconds before being rendered null.

Huff! 

Huff!

Northern breathed heavily as he dropped to the floor, feeling giddy. His soul force having been exhausted after only executing the 'Black Disaster' skill trice. Which took out four to five of the lizardmen per execution.

The rest had fled in fright before they even got to him, not knowing he couldn't use the skill once more as he was low on energy.

Northern went ahead to kill off those who weren't hit in their vitals, but were heavily injured, and had managed to level-up to Lv7 in the short encounter.

He laid on the hard floor for a while, catching his breath, when he decided to check out the System skill again.

"Status!"

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|[Status]|

Name: Northern Bliss

Race: Human

Age: 19

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Level: 7 [1028/3450]

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Vitality: 150/150

Soul Force: 025/120

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STR: 14

DEX: 16

AGI: 10

INT:18

CON:12

STA:15

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SP: 30

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[Skills]

Supreme Extraction: SSS

Extracts the very essence of an object or Being.

Cost: 50SF

Duration: —

Cooldown: —

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Mist: SSS+

Summon a mist gate which leads to a demi-plane under your control.

Cost: —

Duration: —

Cooldown: —

•

Black Disaster: C+

Summons a barrage of spears from the dust of hell to take out your target from a distance.

Cost: 35SF

Duration: 15sec

Cooldown: —

•

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"Huh… Aren't these supposed to be in my game status instead?" Northern muttered to himself in confusion, at seeing his level update and supposedly in-game skills recorded on his system status.

"How do I even summon my game status—" he was asking, when his hand automatically moved and a finger double tapped at his glabella.

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|[Status]|

|[Account]|

|[Transactions]|

|[Forum]|+9

|[Inbox]|

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"Woah!" He exclaimed in surprise at the game's influence on his avatar, and ran his eyes through the virtual options board afloat on his vision.

His gaze was quickly attracted to the [+9] tag on the Forums icon, which he subconsciously tapped at, as he was intrigued at what the other players gaming experience were like.

It maximized to what looked to be a social media home page, and as he scrolled downwards, he saw the endless stream of lifestreams, posts, sightshots of the beautiful communities the other players had been sent to.

He watched a few lifestreams and was impressed at the high resolution videos. But so far, he had only seen human players, and no extraterrestrial specie.

He also deducted he was likely to be the only one who was starting off at the end of the world, and had come in contact with any real threats, unlike the wolves and boars they others had been battling from most lifestreams.

He exited and went for the Account options next, which was also similar to a social media account page, with his alias as the default name, and a mesmerising picture of him thrusting the dark spear with several others imitating his movement, shot from just the right angle.

"Woah! So cool," Northern mumbled to himself with a sheepish grin.

[Follower: 7| Following: 0| Likes: 0]

"I haven't even posted a thing. Are they intrigued by my profile photo?" Northern asked rhetorically in surprise.

He exited and checked the Inbox and Transaction options next—which had nothing worthwhile. Then he finally tapped on the Status options.

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|[Status]|

Name: Northern Bliss

Race: Human

Age: 19

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Alias: Northern Lord

Level: 7 [1028/3450]

-

Vitality: 150/150

Soul Force: 053/120

-

STR: 14

DEX: 16

AGI: 10

INT:18

CON:12

STA:15

-

SP: 30

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Luck: 3

Charm: 5

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[Skills]

Supreme Extraction: SSS

Extracts the very essence of an object or Being.

Cost: 50SF

Duration: —

Cooldown: —

•

Mist: SSS+

Summon a mist gate which leads to a demi-plane under your control.

Cost: —

Duration: —

Cooldown: —

•

Black Disaster: C+

Summons a barrage of spears from the dust of hell to take out your target from a distance.

Cost: 35SF

Duration: 15sec

Cooldown: —

•

—

"They're no different except some slight changes," Northern brows furrowed in a slight frown.

Does this means, I can use all this in reality as well? Northern mused in anticipation. But then, he remembered he couldn't even use the 'Supreme Extraction,' he had had for as long as he could remember. So why then would he be able to use this ones? Tsk.

Sigh! With a sharp sigh, Northern propped himself up and went to examine the bodies of the slewn lizardmen. 

He tapped the bodies down in search for anything useful, then gathered their weapons together at a spot, where he planned on extracting their innate skills—if they had any.

He also tried using the 'Supreme Extraction' skill on the dead bodies of the lizardmen, but got nothing. Probably because they've been dead for a while, he mused; as the skill description had mentioned 'Extracts the very essence of an object or 'Being'.'

He was exhausted and decided to check one more thing out, before logging out to get a good sleep. The demi-plane.

"Mist!"

The cloud of mist manifested and began spiralling before him, wide enough for him to easily walkthrough with the arsenal of weapons he had wrapped up in the ripped outfits of the lizardmen.

With a deep breath, he stepped through. His heart pounding against his chest in anticipation. The rush of adrenaline coursing through veins. But when he stepped in, only three words could escape his lips at the moment.

"Wh-what the hell!"

"Hello Northern… I've been waiting for a while now."