A Soulsborne's Traveler System

Chapter 9: Deadman's Resolve

Now that I think about it has been a long while since I checked my status hasn't it? I wonder how much it changed?

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[Titles: Chosen Undead]

[Souls: 0 ] [Humanity: 0]

[Sl : 6]

{Vitality : 11 }

{Attunement : 11}

{Endurance : 11 }

{Strength : 11 }

{Dexterity : 11 }

{Resistance : 11 }

{Intelligence : 11 }

{Faith : 11 }

[Skills]

[ Inspect ](Active)

[ Pain Tolerance lv.8 ](Passive)

[ Boxing lv.4 ](Passive)

[ Basic Acrobatics lv.5(max) ](Passive)

[Critical lv.3 ](Passive)

[ Broken Swordsmanship lv.5(max) ](passive)

[ Multitasking lv. 3 ] (passive)

[ Throwing lv.8 ] (Passive)

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[Traits]

< Curse of Undeath >, < Deranged >

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Good, good. My skills have grown well against the Asylum Demon. In fact, they are very good but then why am I still failing miserably against the Asylum Demon? He is slow and I can dodge him reliably with my acrobatics as long as I don't panic against him. And my critical skill enhances my attacks when I land it.

/But 2 x 0 is still 0 isn't it?/

That's my problem. This is no longer just a skill issue. I just don't have the tools to beat the Asylum Demon. I have a broken dull sword and some bricks as my only offensive tools against a giant demon with a club the size of my body. Maybe I could do it if I could increase my stats by working out but unfortunately, my hollow body doesn't grow or regenerate naturally so I can't build muscle.

What can I do? I've tried everything I could find. I even tried prying off the metal prison bars to no avail. Just what can I do against something that completely outclasses me in basically everything with only some broken swords and bricks?

/Did you even think you stood a chance in the first place? Did you really believe in your own hype so much that you convinced yourself that you could beat it? Just admit it, even with a system you are still worthless. Wouldn't it be better to just hollow than to torture yourself like this? You are just torturing yourself meaninglessly for an impossible goal./

It felt like the whole world was crashing down on me. I felt my own voice both taunting and pleading me taking the shape of a centipede made of the many, many, corpses I left behind with their mangled bodies and their faces twisted in anguish stitched together in a shape resembling a centipede. It crawled around me suffocatingly.

/You gain nothing by continuing./