Free Web NovelChapter 15: You sure talk too much... for a dead man
His eyes widened to their absolute limits as a sudden realization hit him, and he decided to use the only leverage he had left to save his life.
He bared his teeth, trying to force a sense of authority into his shaking voice as he barked out a desperate threat.
"I-I’m in the Moonshade guild..." Orat stammered, leaning forward as he yelled the name into the quiet air. "You hear that! If you kill me right here... they’ll surely come after you! The guild investigators will trace this back to you, and they won’t stop until you’re dead!"
He pointed a trembling, bloody finger at Leon, his fear rapidly turning into a manic, aggressive tirade as he tried to scare the porter into backing down.
"You hear that..." Orat shouted, his chest heaving as he threw caution to the wind. "They’ll hunt you down, along with everyone you hold dear! They will tear your life apart piece by piece! Just take what you’ve already taken from our inventories... and leave me the fuck alone!"
He glared at Leon with a mixture of intense hatred and absolute terror, his voice reaching a frantic, screeching crescendo.
"Don’t get way in over your head, you fucking prick!" Orat roared, his body shaking violently.
Leon however, only scratched his ears carelessly at his words. He moved his fingers slowly against his skin, treating the captain’s loud, desperate threats about the Moonshade guild as if they were nothing more than an annoying buzzing sound from a tiny insect.
He looked down at Orat, his gaze cold, steady, and entirely empty of any human sympathy. He adjusted his grip on the invisible hilt in his hand and spoke in a flat, calm whisper.
"You sure talk too much..." Leon said, his voice cutting through the quiet forest like a sharp blade. "For a dead man."
Orat was about to say something else in response, his chest heaving as he scrambled to find more words to save his life.
But before he could even open his mouth to speak a single syllable, his time completely ran out.
His head was separated cleanly from his neck by a swift, blinding horizontal slash from Leon’s invisible weapon.
His head rolled heavily to the ground, bouncing once against the dirt before dropping directly in between his own outstretched legs.
His eyes were still wide open, frozen in a permanent state of pure, unadulterated terror as they stared blankly at the sky.
Thick, dark blood pooled rapidly around the severed neck, staining the grass in a wide circle.
Bort, seeing the horrific and sudden fate of his party leader, completely lost whatever sanity he had left.
The big man scrambled to his feet in a blind panic, abandoning all thoughts of begging, and turned around to start running away as fast as his legs could carry him.
He trampled through the bushes, desperately trying to put some distance between himself and the terrifying player.
He hadn’t run very far into the dense trees, covering only a few frantic yards, before a crescent slash came flying toward him from behind.
This time, the projectile was entirely different from the last one, as the sharp slash was heavily coated in bright, roaring golden flames.
The fiery crescent slash traveled through the air with a loud, crackling roar, instantly overtaking the fleeing man.
It struck him dead in the center and sliced his massive body cleanly into two equal pieces, cutting all the way from the middle of his head straight down through his spinal cord.
The two severed halves of his body fell heavily into the dirt, collapsing in opposite directions with dull thuds.
The flesh was audibly sizzling against the damp ground, as the intense heat from the golden flames rapidly cooked his internal organs and muscles from the inside-out. Wisps of dark, foul smoke began to rise from the remains into the air.
Leon looked around at the absolute carnage, his eyes slowly sweeping over the scattered bodies completely surrounding him.
The entire party had been utterly annihilated in the span of a few minutes, leaving him as the sole survivor of the encounter. freewёbnoνel.com
A low, dark amusement bubbled up in his chest, and he chuckled lightly at the sheer absurdity of how his life had changed.
He swiped his sword through the empty air with a single, sharp motion, returning Excalibur back in his inventory.
[Level 15 Player killed!]
[+60EXP]
[Level 14 Player Killed!]
[+40EXP]
[Level up! You’re now level 4!]
[Level up rewards: +9 points allocated to each attributes, +18 points free attributes granted]
’Nice... I’ve gotten stronger again.’ he thought, nodding in satisfaction.
The rapid progression was far beyond anything he had ever experienced during his miserable days as a mere porter.
With the eighteen free attribute points he had just gained from reaching level four, his available points had grown significantly.
He now had fifty four attribute points in total sitting in his reserve, a massive leap from the former thirty six points he had been holding onto previously.
He didn’t hesitate to invest his newly acquired points into his attributes to further increase his strength.
He carefully allocated exactly ten points to each of his main attributes, watching the numbers shift on the system screen before finally checking his status window again to see his updated progression.
[STATUS WINDOW]
[Name: Leon Allistar]
[Race: Human]
[Talent: Legendary Draw(SSS)]
[Class: Swordsman]
[Title: None]
[Level: 4]
[EXP: 0/500]
[H/P: 410 <Vitality 10 X>]
[M/P: 490 <Mana 10 X>]
[Magic Damage: 49 <Mana 1 X>]
[Physical Damage: 47 <Strength 1 X>]
[Magic Resistance: 49 <Mana 1 X>]
[Physical Resistance: 46 <Endurance 1 X>]
[Attributes] freeweɓnovel.cøm
[STR: 28 >> 47]
[AGL: 25 >> 44]
[VIT: 22 >> 41]
[MANA: 30 >> 49]
[END: 27 >> 46]
[Skills: None]
[Attribute points: 4]
Leon clenched his fists tightly, holding them out in front of his chest as he closed his eyes to focus on his body.
He could physically feel the sudden, massive increase in raw power coursing rapidly through his veins like a surge of pure energy.
His muscles felt much denser, his mind felt sharper, and the lingering exhaustion from the previous dungeon escape vanished entirely, replaced by a profound sense of physical vitality.
