Reincarnated As An NPC In My Own Game
Chapter 44: ire (1)
Ta! Ta! Ta!
Kaelen was darting through the forest with the singular goal of saving the others echoing deep into the chambers of his mind.
His body felt much lighter so he easily reached speeds that he never thought were possible for a person. His muscles were much denser and tightly conjoined, exploding with power like an assemblage of coiled springs.
[!!]
He felt a sudden spike in Mana to his west and came to an immediate halt, the soles of his feet digging into the earth due to friction nipping away at his momentum.
[This is...]
His eyes widened and his breaths became visible as vapor. The temperature of the forest rapidly declined and he beheld all the greenery around him become layered with a white blanket of frost.
[...Frost Capsule?]
Naturally, Kaelen recognized this spell, which was one that was self-sustaining in that it absorbed Mana from the environment and would exist for all eternity if not destroyed or tampered with.
His body quivered, goosebumps riddling his skin due to the low temperatures ─ No, at Kaelen’s current level, cold of this caliber was as dismissible as a refreshing breeze.
...He knew that there was not a single magician in Soaring Boar that was capable of this high-tier, third-circle spell. That is, unless they substituted their life force for Mana, thus, one can only conclude that Kaelen’s trembling can be attributed to immense dread.
[No, no!]
[What have you done, Margaret?!]
■■Flame Chariot!■■
Crackle! Boom!
Kaelen’s entire frame combusted and a searing heat propelled him west, to the source of the spell. In his wake, the ice melted.
What Kaelen failed to notice at that point in time was that although he had just casted a second-circle flame spell, the flame took upon itself the vibrant pink color of his Mana.
[Come on! Come on!!]
Impatience gnawed at him and he cast the spell again, the space before his eyes almost warping due to how fast he was moving and it did not take much longer before he reached his destination.
Crack, Shatter!
He landed on the hard ice and his hopes of making it in time to at least say goodbye, shattered along with the ice as his eyes immediately landed on the two figures a few meters from him. The scene before him was like something from an art museum.
Thud.
Kaelen’s legs felt weak and he collapsed to his knees, but his gaze refused to shift from the ice-figurines that were so tragic, and yet, so breathtakingly beautiful.
Kaelen wanted to cry but his tear ducts had long run dry, his eyes swollen and his sclera having already been turned bloodshot by the saltiness and strain of his rivers of tears.
With a heavy heart, Kaelen slowly walked over to the ice sculpture and beheld the visages of two persons. It was strange to him, seeing them this quiet after he had witnessed them bickering each and every day.
[They also...]
Kaelen noticed the peaceful expressions that they both wore, and the stinging in his heart was slightly alleviated.
Tap...
Kaelen placed his tiny palm on the figure to his left— Arthur, and smiled.
"So you finally asked her out, huh? Good for you."
"And knowing her, I bet she scolded you for waiting this long to do it. haha..."
"..."
He placed his right palm on Margaret’s figure.
"Thank you for everything... For making me feel cared for."
"My first impression of you was that you were a bit of a foulmouthed tomboy, haha! I wondered how someone so pretty could have a delinquent’s personality, but..."
Kaelen inhaled sharply.
"... Out of everyone in the party, you were the most warm, caring and kind."
"Thanks to you, I..."
Kaelen could barely breathe and felt as though his heart had sank to his stomach. This was the most pain he had ever experienced, yes, even getting eaten alive by an Orc did not compare to this.
"... I finally know what a mother’s love feels like!"
His voice cracked and whatever had been sealing the reservoir behind his eyes finally broke, and he bawled his eyes out at Margaret’s feet, his every tear hardening and freezing, forming icicles on his cheeks in a matter of seconds.
He spent nearly a five minutes weeping until he finally gathered himself and stood upright.
[Hank and Helena... What happened to them?]
He glanced around, but all he saw was the frozen corpses of Orcs and nothing else.
[Did they somehow get separated, or did Honyopi...]
He shoved that dreadful thought to the back of his mind and...
[Status window.]
Ding!
The status window appeared before him, the blue light of its interface reflected on his desensitized cherry-pink eyes.
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Status Window.
Ding!
> You have slain [x1] high-level Human.
>You have leveled up!
>You have leveled up!
>You have leveled up!
>You have leveled up!
>You have leveled up!
>You have leveled up!
>You have leveled up!
>You have leveled up!
>You have leveled up!
>You have leveled up!
- You are now level 20, congratulations!
- All core stats increased by +100!
- Your Mana Pool has deepened!
- You can now cast 2nd circle Magic Spells!
Ding!
> Congratulations on your monumental achievement, you have defeated a foe many times stronger than you are!
-You have earned 3200 Exp!
- Mana Sensitivity (S+) has evolved mastery! (Tap to view more!)
- Low-level Regeneration (B) has evolved to Low-level Regeneration (B+)!
-Monarch’s Aegis (A+) has evolved mastery!
-> [Active Effect] duration has increased to 35 seconds! (Tap to view more!)
- Creator’s Eye (S) has evolved mastery!
-> [Creator’s Eye: Hindsight] subskill has been added to the [Creator’s Eye: Foresight] subskill, however this only applicable for 60 seconds within a five diameter space! (Tap to view more!)
Ding!
> Your class Magic Spearman has upgraded to Lv.12
- Your Agi increases by 1.2 when wielding a spear!
- Your Str increases by 2.4 when wielding a spear imbued with Mana!
- Your Crit increases by 0.16 when wielding a spear imbued with Mana!
- Your Agi, Str and Crit all increase by an additional 0.5 when wielding an enchanted weapon imbued with Elemental Magic!
- Caution: Ordinary spears will no longer withstand your Mana, it is therefore advised that you equip enchanted weapons.
Ding!
-You have inherited logbook of [Julius Vanger.]
-You have inherited skill book [Claws of the Fire Dragon] (Tap to learn skill!).
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[...]
The first statement uttered by Kaelen’s status window left him with a bitter taste in his mouth, causing him to scroll down, skimming through the rest of its contents.
[Hm?]
Something caught his eye and he immediately tapped his finger on the interface.
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Creator’s Eye: Hindsight.
Sub-skill Type: Active.
Rank: S.
>Description:
A decree imposed upon time itself, asserting absolute dominion within a defined radius. All existence caught within the affected domain is forced to retrace its steps, reality bending as moments are undone. The flow of time may be reversed for no more than sixty seconds, each twenty seconds reclaiming ten minutes lost. Beyond this limit, the authority over time collapses.
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"..."
Kaelen would have normally been excited to read the description of this incredible sub-skill, but not a single muscle on his face twitched as he closed his interface.
[...]
He glanced around the area.
[I’ll be able to see what happened here, and hopefully find out what happened to Hank and Helena.]
He mused, drawing Mana from his deepened Pool.
■■Creator’s Eye: Hindsight.■■
As soon as he cast the spell, a pink, transparent Dome covered the space around him within a five meter diameter.
Vwoosh~!
Kaelen’s eyes widened as he saw everything before him rewind so rapidly that he could barely even catch glimpses, but that soon stopped at scenes from exactly 30 minutes ago.
Vroom~!
Before he could even blink, everything before him was fast-forwarded, two minutes spanning a mere second.
Firstly, he saw the very moment Honyopi, along with several of his Orc subordinates, intercept the Soaring Boar party, what came after was the abduction and ruthless murder of Igor.
Then followed the desperate struggle of Hank, Helena, Margaret and Arthur against twelve elite Orcs. The battle was so gruesome that Kaelen could not bear to watch but persevered nonetheless.
Thirdly, Kaelen saw something that made his blood churn as though lava flowed through his vessels; as the number of Orcs dwindled to seven, a wounded Hank saw an opening, dashed forward and bashed the back of Margaret’s head with the hilt of his dagger after she had taken down an Orc reducing the number to six.
Amidst the confusion and Arthur’s shock, Hank grabbed Helena’s arm and abandoned his party members. Although there was no sound produced within the spell’s dome, Kaelen could almost hear Arthur’s panicked screams.
What followed was even more gruesome: an Archer’s desperate struggle against seven Orcs, they bashed him, ripped into his skin, stabbed his stomach, gouged out his eye but he fought ferociously like a madman who felt no pain. He was a rampart that stood between those gluttonous beasts and Margaret.
This was a feat that he could have only accomplished by giving his lifeforce.
Lastly, Kaelen saw Arthur, bloodied from head to toe, tumble over to Margaret. The two of them danced, embraced one another until they were encapsulated by frost. Kaelen then saw himself run to them, say a few words, weep at their feet until he stood up, and his past self walked to where he currently stood.
The spell, or rather, skill, was concluded and the pink dome withered away like rose petals in the wind.
[...]
A quiet rage like distant thunder was evident in Kaelen’s expression, his frontal lobe riddled with veins as though his head was about to explode, his usually pale skin taking on a somewhat reddish complexion.
He then turned and slowly, yet methodically, made his way toward where he had seen Hank and Helena scurry away to.
[Forgive me, Julius...]
He retrieved his spear.
[I really did try to forgive them just as you had, but...]
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Status Window.
Name: Kaelen.
Race: Homunculus.
Level: 20 (Exp: 5 458/40 000)*
Class: Magic Spearman- Lv.12*
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Core Stats.
STR: 204* INT: 209* LCK: 0
AGI: 206* MP: 210* VIT: 205*
%##%: ???
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Derived Stats.
HP [VIT + Gear Value+⁰]: 205*
STA [VIT + AGI(30%)]: 236.8*
ATK [STR + Weapon Value+³]: 207*
EVA [AGI + LCK(50%)]: 206*
CRIT [(LCK(20%) + ATK)/100]: 2.04*
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Skills.
Mana Sensitivity: S+ Rank
Low-level Regeneration: B Rank
Creator’s Eye:S+ Rank.
#>@$ :SS+ Rank (Sealed)*
Monarch’s Aegis: A+ Rank.
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Attribute Points: 39
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.
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