《Im a Kobold, So what》Chapter 11 Boss Room
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(Race: Canine)
(Strength: 13)
(Agility: 18)
(Magical Aptitude: 0)
(Health: 15)
(Magic Points: 0)
(Skill Points: 10)
(Skills: Grapple, Claw Arts, Fang Arts, Pounce)
The dog jumped on another goblin biting at its neck while I smashed the goblins cranium. [Phew, that's another room cleared]. Cleaning the blood off of myself I examine the room. [That door...] there was an ebony door that radiated powerful magic.[This had to be the boss's room. I'll make him pay for the sight that was burned into my eyes.
I fling the door open as I rush inside. The door slams behind me. As soon as this transpired my instinct for self-preservation kicked in. Punching the door trying to get it open it failed it was locked. turning around I saw it clearly a Troll. [Status]
(Name: Swamp Troll)
(Race: Goblinoid)
(Level: 30)
(Strength: 156)
(Agility: 20)
(Magical Aptitude: 15)
(Health: 213)
(Magic Points: 56)
(Skill Points: 95)
(Skills: Earth Magic - Basic, Club Arts, Swallow, Crush, Regenerate - High, Regenerate Limbs)
(Titles: Glutton, Crusher, Hero Killer)
[No way hero killer, that's a title given to monsters who have defeated a hero one on one. don't tell me a hero attempted to kill him and lost]. Even if heroes are more careless since they can revive they still have powers from the god of light to kill one is an impressive feat to us monsters.
[Theirs no way I can take him wait maybe, DOG GO]! With that, the dog rushed forward dodging the strike from the troll's club. tearing at the trolls flesh the dog jumped off, however. The wound immediately started healing! But that was it the troll immediately stomped on the ground I felt magic coming from him. the entire floor shook as me and the dog was launched into the air. -Whimper- -SMASH-. A deafening sound broke out as the dog was smashed into the ground and dispersed. *This isn't good* Even with Max we wouldn't win I knew this well enough. But I wasn't going to willingly be this guy's snack either. Looking around for something useful I found something. There was a pile of bones as well as a longsword sticking in the ground. Hearing the trolls footsteps draw in I rush for the sword. Quickly grabbing the hilt I pull with all my strength. [HRG UGH]! The footsteps are drawing closer and closer I pull even harder. The troll now right in front of me raises its club, ready to squish me. [RAHHHHH]! going past my limits I'm pushed by my instinct for self-preservation. -SHWING- The sword comes out sending me a few feet back accidentally causing me to dodge the strike a fortunate miscalculation. Deciding not to test my luck again I raise the sword as a box appears on my screen.
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(Item Acquired: Magic Sword: Edge)
(Description: Edge is a magic sword made by a famous dwarven blacksmith Edges magic allows the user to easily cut through living organisms it acts as a normal sword against Inanimate objects just with increased durability).
*My first magic weapon*. to anyone else, this would be a one-handed sword but because of my size, it was a great sword. With this, I might be able to wound it. [ALRIGHT LETS GO]! And with that, the true battle began. Dashing in I managed to dodge its strike. sliding under its legs I slash in a circular motion cleaving both of it legs clean off. *Wow the description wasn't kidding it felt like there was no resistance at all. Making use of my distraction the troll lying on the floor uses Earth Magic to launch me away. As I make impact with the wall, a sharp stone digs into my back nearly reaching my spine as I cry out in pain. For the troll, this was the best possible outcome as he had the time to regenerate his legs. Gaining control of my body again I stood up. The troll charged at me while I was getting up. *I can't dodge* -CLASH- The sword and the club make contact but I started hearing some cracking. -CHING- The sword I was holding was cut clean in half. The blade stuck into the side of the cave as I was fling backward smashing into the wall again. Boxes started clouding my vision.
(Warning: Health dropping below 15%).
(Warning: Health dropping below 10%)
(Warning: Health dropping below 5%)
(Equipment broken: Magical Sword: Edge)
(Equipment Gained: Magical Sword: Broken Edge)
(Status condition: Internal bleeding)
(Death approaching, Time: 0:34)
(Chance of living: less than one percent)
My head is going crazy from all these messages. in my daze I remember something. *Let's try this what could go wrong* As I imagine Max scolding me I decide to do it. [Activate Skill, Rage of the Ridiculed]
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(Skill activated)
(Activated skill going under evolution)
*Evolution what's that*? With that, I felt deep hatred enter me. Hate of the pain, hate of the sorrow, hate of these little green creatures.
(Skill Rage of the Ridiculed has evolved to Curse of Rage)
I can't think anymore my mind was torn to shreds all I knew was one word, Kill. It kept flashing through my mind my body started moving on its own. I could feel being healed but only enough to keep me alive nothing else. I was in constant agony. Grabbing the broken sword I was able to lift it with one hand now. The troll noticing I wasn't dead and it came over to me. As my body stood up the club came down towards me I didn't feel fear but happiness, happiness that my target came to me. and with a flash, the troll's arm came clean of. backing up a few steps in surprise it started regenerating. [FLARE SPARK]! Using basic fire magic skill fire exploded from the troll's wound closing it up keeping it from regenerating. As the troll howls in pain, I do the same thing to the other arm. I had no thoughts of Mercy only to inflict the pain that was inflicted on me. As soon as all its limbs were cut off it fell to the ground crying tears from the pain. As I jump on its body it tries to struggle as I plunge my broken sword into its gut. With a corrupted smile on my face, I activate a new unique skill.
[Roar of Hate]
Black flames spewed from my snout engulfing the troll shrieking in pain. The sword and the Troll burned in an instant leaving only ashes. Nowhere to point my rage I slump over. The skill subsided as the door opened. {MASTER ARE YOU ALIVE}. When I Woke up I wouldn't remember any of this the only things that remains are the titles and skills that prove this encounter conspired but for now, I finally got some much-needed rest.
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