Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 948: Chapter 13: Powerful Strike (Part 2)

"The Joyful Priests are all practitioners of perception professions."

"If you can fool her, you can fool most of the practitioners."

Only after Vera put down the food and left with a puzzled look did Duncan slowly step out from the shadows behind the door.

No one sensed his presence at all.

"If I combine it with Invisibility or an Invisibility Potion, my stealth abilities should fool many masters."

"But stealth means I can’t wear armor."

To use Roguish abilities, Duncan could only wear light armor, as moving in heavy armor would alert many enemies with the sounds of metal clashing.

A small dagger appeared, shifting in Duncan’s hand like a butterfly among flowers, swiftly stabbing forward like a fleeting beam of light.

—Backstab.

The combat specialization Duncan had acquired was roughly equivalent to half a rogue, still lacking many life-saving skills of a rogue. As for legendary specializations, there were no gains, but his Mana Bar had improved significantly.

As for the legendary Torturer Duncan had taken down, the abilities he had obtained from him were a bit awkward and not very practical.

At the time, Duncan had been delighted by a series of prompts.

"Ability acquired."

"You’ve gained Advanced Weapon Mastery - Whip."

"Ability acquired."

"You’ve gained Advanced Weapon Specialization - Whip."

"Ability acquired."

"You’ve gained Master of Critical Strikes - Whip."

"Weapon Master capability fusion."

"You can include Exotic Weapon - Whip in the Weapon Master’s range of mastered weapons."

All were whip-related.

The battle specializations of the combat class have two levels: one is Weapon Mastery (specialization), the other is Advanced Weapon Mastery (specialization). Duncan had effectively taken five combat specializations from the Torturer in one go, which could be considered a ’big win.’

Unfortunately, it wasn’t very useful.

Duncan excelled in weapons like swords, spears, and blades. From the perspective of military experts, a whip was undoubtedly considered one of the ’flashy’ weapons.

The Torturer’s whip was disarmed by Duncan in their first encounter, which speaks to its combat effectiveness.

As one of the exotic weapons, a whip could only have some unexpected offensive surprises.

The problem was that the Whip of Torture – Lavita’s main weapon was the whip, and among the exotic weapons, the unique type, the nine-tail whip, a Divine Artifact called the Painbringer, so her church followers generally specialized in the ’whip’ weapon.

When Duncan killed them, most of the combat specializations he obtained were related to whips.

Crack!

Duncan unfastened his belt and lashed out, his technique almost effortless and masterful. This lash could leave the enemy’s skin intact but wrecked internally, or look horrifying on the surface yet cause no internal harm.

"With my whip skills honed to perfection like this, I could easily impersonate Lavita’s Torturer."

Though not immediately useful, it was a slight enhancement of his abilities.

Better than nothing.

Duncan put away his belt; his other weapon specializations hadn’t seen significant improvement, but his skills with daggers and short swords were on the verge of breaking through.

"Lavita once served the God of Murder – Baal."

"I wonder if I might one day try to make her submit to me."

Baal had two goddesses serving him, one was the Goddess of Torture – Lavita, and the other was the Goddess of Poison and Plague – Talona.

Inside a brilliantly lit villa.

Duncan, clad in full plate armor and wielding a greatsword, appeared at the garden’s entrance, resembling an imperial guard. The Mother of Great Bliss, adorned and surrounded by a crowd, beheld his presence and smiled warmly, naturally charming. She walked towards him with a light step and brought him to the center of the grandiose banquet.

"Tamra."

"One of the major merchants active on the Pirate Isles."

"He owns a fleet operating in Mulhorand, trading oriental spices and silk to the Sword Coast and other regions."

"A third of the smuggling trade in the Sea of Fallen Stars is handled by him."

"It is said he employs several pirate groups to eliminate competitors."

A bald man, dressed somewhat like a wealthy Middle Eastern man.

Standing intimately beside Duncan, the Mother of Great Bliss moved her lips slightly, transmitting her voice directly into his mind while raising her glass to signal to others, introducing the merchant circles of the Sembia financial fellowship to him.

"Leonard Greenleaf."

"Comes from the Cormanthor Forest, father is a nobility from the Dale, mother a Wood Elf Ranger."

"He is an ambitious fellow."

"Controls the trade route from Sambia to the Cormanthor Forest and has some influence in the Dragon Sea Bay."

"He’s the only one here who can procure quality elven goods."

"Rumors say."

"He also discovered a Netherese sky city that had crashed."

The Mother of Great Bliss leaned over, her alluring lips almost touching Duncan’s ear, her breath like orchids, she whispered, "Be extremely cautious when dealing with him!"

"Rumor has it he has dealings with demons."

A tall and thin half-elf, his eyes cunning, nose prominent, saw Duncan by the Mother of Great Bliss and proactively raised his glass in a smile.

To Duncan, this man felt like a venomous snake.

"Fitch Silvertongue."

"A silver-tongued rogue, rose to power through deceit, fraud, and extortion."

"He has strong ties to the Red Wizards of Thay."

"He controls several slave capture teams active in the Eastern Bay and Thesk, watch out for his charm and hint skills when dealing with him."

"In his youth, he was known for his licentiousness, with many wives and concubines."

"Now he enjoys hosting guests at his home, letting his concubines entertain them."