Ratmorph Fang's and Magic Spells

[Ding!]

[Rudr Level 3 Slain!]

[Soul absorbed]

[Alan Level 3 Slain!]

[Soul absorbed]

[Exp Gained: 40]

[All stats: +2]

[Title Earned: Backstabber,

It increases your chances of stabbing someone in the back and makes your presence less known]

[Name: Deimos (Apostle of the Demon Lord "Lucifer")

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Level: 2 (95/100)

Class: ?

Title: Backstabber (Not Equipped)

Strength: 26 Agility: 26 Stamina: 26

Health: 21 Mana: 161 Int: 26

Machoness: Max Money: 100 quesos

Skill point: 0 Stat point: 1

Skills: Hand-to-hand combat (mastery), Sniping (mastery), Gun fu (mastery), Daggers and knives (weapon mastery)]

Deimos rose slowly, his gaze stuck on the blood stains on his hands and knife. He took a moment to clean them, cleaning away the blood stains with the cloth.

Once satisfied, he turned his gaze towards the notifications that had flooded his consciousness after dispatching his foes and recalled them in front of his eyes.

"Interesting... A backstab title.

"It sure will be useful for me, but why does it show as not equipped?"

[You have to think of equipping the title to make it work]

[Once you have more, you can switch between them]

"Oh, so that's how it is. Well, it will be really useful then.

"Plus, I got +2 for all my stats and am only 5 exp away from leveling up."

"Now let's see the loot."

Deimos approached the fallen monster's corpse first, his gaze drawn to a peculiar radiance coming beside it.

He could make out the outline of a black dagger as he got closer, its surface gleaming in the faint light of the cave.

He stretched out and clutched the hilt with anticipation, feeling its weight in his hand.

The blade was cold against his skin, and the information about the dagger flashed by.

[Weapon: Ratmorph Fang's

Grade: Common

Durability: 50/50

Description: Ratmorph Fangs are a lethal weapon born from the Ratmorph monster's razor-sharp teeth. The Fangs are a weapon of choice for any stealthy hunter who appreciates the art of killing.

Grants: +2 attack power when wielding the dagger.

Special Trait: Poison the enemy when getting cut or stabbed in their skin by the dagger (-1 health per 3 seconds)]

"I haven't seen other weapons yet, but I have to say, this really suits my taste hihi…"

He wasted no time in storing the black dagger, employing the storage feature he learned and even used to his advantage against Alan.

The feature had proven to be a useful asset, allowing him to quickly and effectively access and store his weaponry and other things.

Then he marched steadily towards Rudr and Alan's motionless forms, his gaze scanning their bodies for any signs of valuable objects or items.

Near Rudr's body, he discovered a scroll. Its archaic symbols attracted his attention.

Turning his gaze to Alan, he noticed a hammer lying by his side, which he had used in battle.

First, he picked up the scroll, and information flashed by.

[Magic Spell: Boulder's Rain

Grade: 1 (cannot be upgraded)

Required Mana: 20

Casting Time: 2 sec

Description: The wielder of this magic spell can summon massive boulders from the ground and rain them down on their enemies]

"hmm… this is the same spell that Rudr used. What is this, cannot be upgraded and Grade means here?"

[There are different types of magic spells available, and the Grade indicates their level and power]

[Grade 1 lowest to Grade 9 highest]

[You can level a Grade 1 spell to another level by using skill points]

[But this spell doesn't have that feature]

"Hmm... I got it.

"I may get many different skills and spell scrolls in the future. Some of them might be upgradable and some might not be.

"At least it is better for now; I will think about this later, how it works and all."

*hmmmm*

His attention was drawn to a soft whisper in his ear, a voice that he recognized as Rose's. It was faint but indicated that she would soon awaken from her slumber.

"I should get to work and reap more rewards, hihihieheheh…

*****

Rose gradually regained consciousness and became aware of a warmth emanating from her surroundings.

She opened her eyes to find herself cradled on Deimos' lap, his face a mask of relief as he stared down at her.

"I am relieved that you woke up," he said.

"Your face looks even more hot from this angle," she muttered slowly under her breath.

[Machoness activated]

"I am sorry?"

"Nothing,"

Rose tried to stand up, her eyes scanning the scene around her, taking in the details of her surroundings. Her heart fell with anxiety when she spotted the blood soaking through Deimos' shirt.

"Quickly take your shirt, be quick," She said.

"uhh.. Okay,"

Deimos began to slowly remove his shirt, wincing in pain as he did so.

Rose stared as he displayed the cut on his shoulder, the battle scars still visible. She could see the seriousness of the injuries and knew it needed to be treated right away if they were to continue their journey.

She summoned the proper bandages and began to carefully and precisely patch the wound.

Rose couldn't help but look around as she put the bandage around Deimos' wound, taking in the strong lines of his abs and the sculpted muscles of his arms and chest.

Her pulse beat faster as she realized how close she was to him, and she couldn't take her gaze away from him.

"About the monster, after you fell unconscious, I saved you from it, and then Alan and Rudr helped me.

"We fought hard, and in the end, we killed it, but it took Alan and Rudr's lives with it," Deimos spoke.

Deimos extended his arm, directing his finger towards the lifeless figures that lay beside the slain beast.

"Oh, that's bad. I hope they can find peace in the afterlife." Rose replied, but her gaze was still on his body.

Deimos became aware of her gaze, and a slow smirk formed on his lips as he savored her attention.

"Huh... about that hot spring. Would you like to go there with me?"

"Of Course!" She replied so quickly like she waiting for him to ask.