The Abused is The Abuser in Another World

Chapter 10: Elderglen's Shadow

Noir moved deeper into the dense forest, each step purposeful and filled with a growing sense of power. Every time a creature attacked him, he responded with lethal precision, his new skills allowing him to adapt and fight more effectively. He felt the strength of his enemies feeding into his weapon, The Grimreaper, which seemed to hunger for more.

Another beast lunged at him from the shadows—a creature resembling a massive bear, its fur matted and eyes gleaming with a savage light. But this was no ordinary bear; its muscles bulged unnaturally, and its claws seemed almost metallic, sharper than any natural weapon.

Noir dodged its swipe effortlessly using Umbra Step, his movements fluid and fast. Asmodeus's voice echoed in his mind, "Good, you're getting better at this." Noir could almost feel the demon's pride in his tone.

He focused, using The Grimreaper to counterattack, swinging it in a deadly arc. The weapon seemed to sing as it sliced through the air, cutting into the bear's thick hide. With a final, powerful strike, Noir brought the creature down, its massive body collapsing to the ground with a thunderous crash.

The moment the bear fell, The Grimreaper began to glow with a menacing red aura, feeding off the essence of the fallen beast. The weapon seemed to pulse with a life of its own, emitting an aura that consumed the bear's corpse until nothing remained but ash.

A new notification appeared on Noir's dashboard:

New Skill Gained: Claw of the Wild
Enhances physical attacks, mimicking the power of a wild beast's strike. Grants increased strength and speed to physical blows, with a chance to rend and tear armor or hide.

Noir smirked, feeling the energy surge through his body. He could feel his muscles tighten, his reflexes sharpening. He continued deeper into the forest, eager to test his newfound abilities.

As he moved forward, a hissing sound caught his attention. A massive snake slithered through the undergrowth, its scales glistening like emeralds in the dim light. It struck with lightning speed, its fangs aimed directly at Noir's throat.

But Noir was ready. He dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the deadly fangs. He countered with a quick slash of his scythe, severing the snake's head with a single, fluid motion. The Grimreaper flared again, the red aura enveloping the snake's corpse, absorbing its essence as it had done with the bear.

A new notification flashed before Noir's eyes:

New Skill Gained: Poisonous Fang
Infuses attacks with a deadly toxin. Any wound inflicted by the user has a chance to poison the target, causing gradual damage over time and weakening their defenses.

Noir felt a wicked grin spread across his face. His weapon was becoming more potent with each kill, and he could feel the abilities stacking, building his arsenal of skills. So, it grows stronger the more I feed it... Interesting... he thought.

He continued his journey through the forest, and soon, he noticed a disturbance up ahead. A herd of creatures—a mix of deer, wild boars, and other beasts—were running frantically in the same direction, as if fleeing from something. Their eyes were wide with fear, their movements panicked.

Noir's eyes narrowed. This could be an opportunity... He tightened his grip on The Grimreaper, feeling its hunger resonating with his own desire to test his new powers.

He stepped into the path of the oncoming herd, and with a swift motion, began to strike and swing his weapon. The Grimreaper glowed with a dark, predatory light, and each swing sent out a ripple of energy, slashing through the air. The beasts fell one by one, their bodies crumpling to the ground, the red aura of The Grimreaper reaching out like tendrils to consume their life force.