Chaos Cycle: The Eye of Genesis

The poison resistance in his system was working on eliminating the poison, though the meagre amount of mana made it quite difficult of a task. Without considering another second, Wrik invested ten points that he gained through levelling up into intelligence. Even though he was investing in such a situation, he did not feel it was a waste. After all, raising mental ability was the hardest through training. Moreover, there was something else he got from there.

[Your intelligence has reached 50 points, you have awakened Mana perception LVL 1.]

[Mana Perception LVL 1:

Mana perception makes it twice as easy to handle mana than without this ability, and the recovery speed of mana rose by marginal speed as well. All your abilities will cost 20% less mana as your sense of mana in the surrounding rose by another level.]

It was a general ability that everyone got, but it was still a great thing to have. He really could feel the presence of the flies better than before, and that did make a difference. Moreover, his mana was recovering faster as well. He would need ten seconds to get half of his mana back, though he did not know if he could have these ten seconds without putting his life on the line. only investing the ten points gave him the chance.

The huge corpse fly was only a couple of yards away from eating his head when Elior pushed his leg, using the void abstraction to jump at the tornado before him. Even though he did not get what he intended, he still got over the monster and closer towards the berserking chaotic mana currents.

The flies came at him in the tornado as well, and instantly his body was forced to the direction that he did not want. He could not do anything there, only working so that the berserk tornado did not tear his body apart.

Elior was feeling an overwhelming amount of berserking pressure on his body and even his armor was barely keeping up.  The flies were in a better state—at least, the bigger ones. Elior felt the pain and agony of his body breaking but he actually managed to get the ten seconds he would need to get his mana back to a level where he could still fight.

Working on his leg, he managed to climb on the tornado. His armour was only havoc now, with blood dripping all over. He really made a bad decision to move to the tornado, though he had no other option than this. At least it killed dozens of the flies while only the bigger ones were coming for him. Though he did not get the credits for the dead flies, he felt satisfied with their doom. 

The tornado will collapse the moment the dungeon would break and he was attempting to keep busy the monster for that much time. A foolish and suicide plan if anyone else thought of it, and it was the same for him as well. Luckily, he had some experience in this. He could faintly remember doing something like this, though that was when he was in the third order.

There were five huge flies that were after him now, and they climbed the top of the tornado as well. Elior's eyes narrowed at them as they approached him.

Elior formed a formless space plate on his legs to stand properly on the tornado while the Monster approached him. He might be able to deal with one if he had the chance, and he was working for all that as well. Has anyone ever succeeded in killing a monster of third-order when they were only in the first order? There had been a few, and Elior was trying to do just that. Not just because it will give him better rewards, but because he had no other option.

His eyes looked for the weakest of one of the flies, but he could not decide on it. In the end, he chose the first one that came at him. He let the surge of chaotic force in the tornado carry him, as he rushed at the ones that were coming at him.

When the corpse fly was only a couple of yards away, Elior rose, lunging. He was not trying to dodge the monster this time. What he did was climb on top of the three meters long tedious fly and work his rapier on its back.

He did not end it there, and it was far from being ending there. It was a lot harder to kill a third-order monster, much less an undead. What he did after that was even more outrageous. The corpse fly was doing its best to throw him away, but how could Elior let it—after all, he get through so much pain to reach there. Even the armour was in tattered condition.

Elior concentrated his spatial ability on his less to shoot himself in the middle of the tornado with the monster where there was a less surge of wind of chaotic mana current.

Elior ignored the current damaging his body and fell with the fly into the middle of the tornado where a deep silence reigned with the chaotic mana current surrounding it. 

Elior managed to get a safe fall as he was above the fly when the two of them fall though it jerked him away immediately reaching the ground. Even though it fell from two hundred metres high, the fly was far from being dead, though fairly injured. Elior guessed it would still take him a lot of him to kill it. 

He stood up again, coughing out blood. His sense of direction was a mess, and the poison was consuming his mana, but still, he stood straight with the twin rapiers in arms, narrowing his eyes at the three metres long corpse fly that was screeching at him. 

He had managed to get alone with this one, and there was only one option for him currently.

Kill it, level up, and get the rewards to kill more flies. 

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Elior is quite suicidal in my opinion, what do you guys think.