[You have defeated the pack of fiends and a green-core summoner by using your intelligence.]
[You gained 80 Chaos Points.]
The slave's vision was still blurry, even after resting for about thirty minutes. Yet his strength was enough for a faint smile to form when he saw the system message. That looked like the rumors he had heard in the noble clan.
Eighty Chaos Points? Huh. He had looked into that matter since they started their journey, and from what he understood, he guessed the points were tied to the chaos of the world — like the way he had killed that fiend before being torn apart by the pack of the fiends in the first challenge.
That was quite a lot… but still, it didn't seem to match the number of fiends he'd killed. Maybe because he had used indirect methods — the rockslide, for example. Surely, if he wanted to earn more points, he'd have to kill them with his own hands. Tsk… Yeah, at least until he could summon new creatures to heal that damned illness of his, with that, even handling a single fiend without risking his life was nearly impossible.
"It's time to take the skull piece."
A few minutes later.
Alaric stood atop the cliff, thinking of a safe way to climb down. But he quickly brushed the thought aside — with the clear proof of his blessing, he no longer doubted himself and began to descend.
As usual, he easily gripped the jutting rocks along the cliff wall without much effort. Before long — maybe half an hour later — he was at the base, scanning the area to assess the aftermath of the rockslide.
There was only one thing he could say… It was a slaughter.
Most of the fiends were dead — crushed, torn apart by sharp rocks. Some were buried completely, while others had their organs scattered everywhere. The sight was horrific… nauseating.
"Must hurry."
He blinked a few times, then started moving forward. The top priority now was to find the skull piece first — and finally make it to the peak of the mountain.
At this point, the task wasn't too hard. The skull piece would emit a strong glow, so he didn't have to worry about searching for it under piles of broken rocks. Moreover, thanks to the blessing, he somehow felt he could handle the rocks without much trouble.
"There you are." The slave's lips curved upward as he finally spotted a pillar of light beneath a heap of stones.
He rushed over and began brushing the dirt away before pushing the rocks aside. Not that he could actually move them with his strength — it was more like they shifted on their own when touched by a faint force from him.
Soon, the skull piece came into view… but so did something unexpected.
"You're still alive?"
The slave held back a smile as he looked at Butler, who could no longer move. Both of his legs were crushed under jagged stones, and a sharp piece of rock had pierced through his right chest. He had lost far too much blood — at this rate, he wouldn't last long.
There was no saving him.
"You're done, Butler."
…
"B-Butler...? M-my name is Chelsea Floyd..." Butler struggled to get the words out, then looked up weakly. Managing to turn his fragile voice into deep politely what he could.
"Sir slave... help me..."
Alaric frowned, scratched his head for a moment, then glanced aside and casually picked up a stone that fit in his hand.
"W-What are you doing?" Butler's voice trembled as a chill crawled down his spine — the slave was slowly walking toward him, stone in hand.
The slave gave a light shrug, his tone half serious, half mocking.
"I told you... you're done, Butler. I'll save you from the pain."
Butler's eyes went wide in panic, but before he could say anything, the sharp and raw stone pounded Butler's head mercilessly.
Again!
Again!
Butler convulsed for a while, but then he quickly grew motionless and died completely.
[System]: You've slain a green-core summoner.
[You gained 15 Chaos Points.]
[You have completed the Life-or-Death Mission]
[Reward: 250 Chaos Points]
Alaric spat to the side and muttered,
"Don't call me by that shitty name. Despite this body not having a name, I do. My name is Alaric Jenkins."
He tossed the blood-covered stone aside and assessed his real feeling at this moment—the feeling after killing a human for the first time in his whole life… he felt nothing. He was uncertain about that… just like he was either a natural-born murderer or this body's life had always been on the brink of death, making his meaningless emotions fade significantly.
''I guess both.''
He smiled and summoned his screen system with his thoughts, though the first time was a bit difficult for him.
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[Personal] [Summon] [Gacha] [Mission]
Chaos Points: 605
—
The slave grinned and summoned the gacha slots.
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[Use 500 chaos points to open a normal box]: 🎁
[Use 5,000 chaos points to open an epic box]: 🎁
[Current Points]: 605
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The slave rubbed his chin lightly and observed the screen system carefully. That was the only thing he had not yet researched.
There were two boxes. From what he saw, if he used the epic box, something great would happen; the rest, he had no idea. But he was certain that the normal box was not common.
By using the chaos points, he could open that box… yeah, he didn't know whether the points' function was only that or not. Anyway, he would figure it out later.
Without hesitation, he thought inwardly about using 500 points to open the normal box.
[Do you wish to open the box? Please confirm]
''Yes! Do it.''
["Do you want to open the box? Are you sure?"]
''Come on, I said do it.''
—
[Normal box opened. 🎁💥]
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[You have received a white-tier item: a useless necklace.]
''G-Great!… Guess my eyes are already blurred after a hard day.''
''A white-tier item… that is too useless and cheap, even for a slave like me also can pick it randomly in the streets of any poor town.''
There were five tiered items in the world. Actually, there were six tiers, but the white-tier item was just too worthless—so no one bothered to include it on the list.
Green-tier item.
Blue-tier item.
Purple-tier item.
Red-tier item.
Black-tier item.
All of them were named like dungeon levels. The black-tier item was priceless above all. Of course, he hadn't expected to be that unlucky. Alaric had anticipated that he would at least receive a green-tier item, but… he finally had to accept the fact that his luck was always bad.
"C–curse my luck."