My Parasite Skill System

A loud thud resonated through the empty hall. Everything trembled and shuddered in fear under my might.

And I got to laugh. A laughter of happiness and cheerfulness. This much damage? This only was supposed to be a regular blow. I swung my sword at him–and he just wasn't strong enough.

Overflowing with even more high spirits, I struck a victory pose.

I'd tried to let the man know. He wouldn't like what would be coming at him. He didn't listen, he didn't listen.

And now, just like the others, he'll just have to lie down and pass away.

What can I say?–I simply played well.

–And the walls trembled again.

"…!"

Only a faint little extra of trembling and shuddering.

"Wha– don't tell me…!"

The walls trembled again. But it was after the shock. That human landed right upon that wall–being ridiculously slammed against its surface–and was to be dead!

According to me, that is. Dead by me. Why, why, why, then? Who could survive that? No one, right?

It goes without saying that I threw my stare right back at him. I called off my victory pose, took a step back, and stared at that corner with mistrust more than actual eyes.

The walls shuddered so faintly, and yet, in my heart, it felt stronger in might and louder in sound. Way stronger. And way louder.

My heart missed a beat when the swordsman actually moved. I wasn't scared! I was surprised. Come on. Who the hell's even that? Swordsman? Human? Actual monster, yeah.

'Bigger Monster', right, System?

I felt the swordsman when he rose. His head, neck, shoulders, and back were engulfed within the busted wall. And as he dryly chuckled, I felt void of everything.

"Heh-heh-heh…"

And that very chuckled?–It was as dry as what would happen within the next following seconds. It was too bad for me. Too bad for anyone who might've been standing there, actually.

As there was just me, though … well.

One shoulder after the other, he got himself off of his trap. After that, he only had to give a push with his back. Out of the big hollow I carved for him upon the wall; he fell down to his knees.

"Cou– cough…!"

A good mouthful of blood escaped when he coughed.

He looked so weak? What was that dread washing over me for, just a second ago, then? No, I clearly felt it. Trust your instincts. And my gut wouldn't lie.

He coughed some more blood, took one of his knees up, and then the other. Once he was up, his eyes plunged into mine. I mean, he really was far from me … and with all this blood on his face, could he even see?

No doubt he did. I guarded myself up with my sword.

And in the meantime, he barely stood straight upon his legs. The wind could blow himself down at any time. But then he did it. With his arm–his right arm and right fingers–he made a sweeping movement to the side, super-quickly; I sensed that dread again.

That long black sword? It flew right to his open hand when he ordered it to. It flew right to his hand–and he could hold it just fine. The fingers were supposed to be trash, though.

That was that. The dread I felt just a second ago washed over myself again. I gulped–the long black sword was unsheathed.

Black, purplish, thick strands of magical energy flowed out. Did it come from that sword? I wished never to see that.

I froze in place.

After those thick and overflowing layers of mana ominously were poured out of the sword–the swordsman looked just fine on his legs. He even looked more than fine. He was perked up.

"Calm … down!"

Did he talk to himself or his sword?

Within a blink, then, everything ended.

The black sword slashed through everything. Through anything. And through the whole world.

A clear cut separated everything from everything.

When I stood here; I was cut into half, too, before I died.

It was clear to me–I had never seen such power ever in my whole (not very consistent) life.

Also, I had won the swordsman over … but not the swordsman's sword.

Maybe wielding tools is important, then, Old Sipping.

When I stood here; I was dead–but I didn't stand here longer than necessary.

When the thunderbolt strikes, it disappears as quickly.

When I saw 'that,' I disappeared as quickly too. Before I tossed about some more copper coins–that human deserved that–silently appreciating all of what was happening; I fled. I ran. I lived.

And, oh, what a shame. Due to all this, I forgot my shoes where I put them.

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It'd be wise enough to recall that I yawned, some time ago. It's only been a few minutes since I did. I yawned because I felt like it. And tiredness started to take over myself.

Not so much, though, I retorted, standing against myself. Not so much at all! But still, I agree with you, kinda tired, yup.

I had decided at the moment: sleeping should be about.

Naturally, now, I worked towards that. Furthermore, wasn't 'that' it, now that I pondered it over? My quest–my guide, the following lines of my life, that which leads me into doing all sorts of things–wasn't it about that?

Getting 'all comfy,' it stated. Well, now that I thought about it, wasn't sleeping the answer? To that, it must've been.

As I said, I started to work towards that.

By now, I'd long since left the swordsman. As I abruptly hurried myself and exited the whole 'guild' area–I didn't sense him anymore. It tried to follow me, though, the swordsman. But I escaped it nonetheless. Yes, 'it.'

Now, I was out in the open. Out in that capital. It was busy, loud, but fresh.

I had just exited the Guild Bureau. And as I used to do, now, I climbed buildings up. Making sure no one would see me (people weren't comfortable with me doing that)–I preferred it up there.

And from then, I freely navigated to my destination.

The royalties' castle.

Switching between my insect-like form and the humanoid one, I made sure to stay as stealthy as possible.

The royalties' castle required me to do that. It was the heart of their kingdom. The space and land it occupied was fairly big. And giving lots of spaces for themselves, they'd also have to give many guards to secure it up.

The gardens–remember them? They were a thing. I journeyed through them taking long, hiding around the many fancy bushes and extravagant trees.

The actual castle? Well, it was more difficult than that.

I recalled it very well: last time I underestimated this maze, some people confused me with a grasshopper, chasing me down.

So that laid two problems. Two distinct problems. First off, we talked about a maze: I'd always wanted to explore it and make it my own, but I never truly got to do that; it'd be too long going with the insect brand.

Navigating inside these so many walls didn't come easy. The 'Guiding Fragrance' from the system I was helped with still was there, though! … But it didn't help either.

Without overexplaining, I could hardly follow directions, here.