Re: Elf Prince—A Degenerate's Second Chance-Chapter 42. Not The Same
42. Not The Same
The black orb slid down his throat and down into his stomach where it dissolved, a small feeling of warmth almost unnoticeable filled his stomach for a few seconds before it vanished. The young elf did not show any sign of discomfort as he looked at something only he could see.
[You have consumed a dormant beast core
You have grown stronger]
The young elf weakly gazed at the information that appeared shortly after.
[Name: Eryndor Sylvaren
Race: Elf (Holy)
Title: Fallen Prince, Degenerate
Rank: Beginner Mage
Core: Dormant
Attribute: (Divine), (Legacy Of the crescent prince), (cursed)
Magic Point: 980/1000]
On seeing his his mana point the young elf started to pull at his hair as he screamed out in agony and rage. "What the hell, so damn close to 1000. What kind of bad luck is this?"
Eryndor could not hide his emotions any longer, the magic point he got from the consumption of dormant beast cores has dropped considerable. The effectiveness had dropped below half, he had only received 20 points from consuming the beast core of the whute fur mountain wolf he had just killed. The stronger he felt he had become the less effective the beast core was, he hated that loss.
What frustrated him was the fact that he had managed to kill almost all of the beasts on the mountain. If some of them still lived then they would have relocated to another mountain, he would usually employ taking them one at a time till he had gotten them all. Eryndor made a fire he used to roast strip of the meat, there was no cooking spice with him so he had to eat it after it was done on the fire which he had gotten used to.
As he ate ravenously in what had been his only meal in a few days he tapped his feet on the ground in an agitated manner. He was paranoid, his eyes darted in every direction as if seeing a creature moving through the dark whereas he was haunted by memories of the past. As the howls of the blizzard blew past the cave his pet owl flew in not a moment too soon and landed on the ground next to him. Eryndor proceeded it hand it a few strips of meat which it proceeded to devour.
Eryndor has hoped he would reach the awakened mage level before going back to challenge the king of the mountain but at this rate he would spend more than a few weeks out there.
"Fuck I hate my cursed luck", he cursed inwardly.
He proceeded to check out his other set of information one more time.
[Magic Proficiency: Mid
Mana Control: High
Mastery: Normal Mana Control
Mastery Ability: Wind magic (Low)
Mastery Ability Description: Basic control over wind magic
Mastery Ability: Flame Magic (High)
Mastery Ability Description: High proficiency over flame magic
Mastery Ability: Body Tempering Flame Technique
Mastery Ability Description: A body forged in the flames of the world can withstand the most brutal of forces
Mastery Ability: Basic Swordsmanship (High)
Mastery Ability Description: The basics of all swordsmanship is said to be the foundation of all swordsmen
Mastery Ability: Moon Style Sword Art (Mid)
Mastery Ability Description: The inspiration of the moon god only a select few can wield]
After going through everything Eryndor sighed and resisted the urge to punch himself again. Instead he relaxed and said with a clear distaste in his voice. "Why am I so damn mid. It’s been a whole year now and I feel like I’m still at the starting point."
He willed the third page to appear and it did, spelling out the words to him.
[Items: Ice Fang
Item Type: Dagger
Item Rank: Normal
Item Description: They say the fang of a true ice serpent carries a paralysing chill
Items: Leather Hide
Item Type: Armour
Item Rank: Normal
Item Description: A strong and reliable hide
Relics: Golden Eye
Relic Rank: Divine
Relic Description: Eye of the dragon monarch, it perceives the movement of heat
Allies: Snow
Ally Rank: Normal
Ally Description: A simple helper and eye in the sky might be a useful companion
Soul Essence: 7]
After reading all of the information displayed Eryndor dropped on his back and sighed heavily. It might not seem like it but he had truly grown stronger than his previous self, to think that a few months ago he did not have any leverage to his abilities and now he had a handful. But it still was not enought to save him from the monster hunting him. He almost bit his tongue in frustration as he thought to himself.
"If only I reached the next level then none of this would be a problem, I am so screwed if I face that thing again." He thought as he glanced around the cave he was in, his eyes looking desperately at the entrance as if expecting something to appear there. He held his breath and waited patiently, bidding his time waiting for something that never came. After an hour passed he relaxed and started to fall asleep with his little ally keeping watching ready to alarm him on any strange movement. That was the only reason he could sleep.
He had been sleep deprived for days and he did need the rest. Slipping into sleep his body seemed to go numb and his consciousness slipping away. Almost an hour later Eryndor kicked away with a loud gasp, hot sweat flew of his sweaty face, half his wear was soaked in sweat. It took him a while to calm down and say under gritted teeth.
"That bastard even following me into my dreams, I swear one of this days I’ll fucking kill you."
He hated feeling weak again, not after all the effort he has out into being better. Silver the silver feathered owl was silently looking at the exit and occasionally glancing at its master. Eryndor did not say a thing, he did not go back to sleep so he did the only thing he could do to calm himself. He trained. His form was a marvel compared to when he had started his swordsmanship training, his feet nimble as he fought against the thing that haunted his dreams in his mind.
All of this suffering could be traced back to one day, the day things got truly serious.
