Chapter 83 – The Rising Rage
Chapter 83 – The Rising Rage
“Oh yes, I found this item, it’s some kind of elixir, I believe. You should look at it.”
Tyler’s gaze snapped to the vial Cupcake Crab held out, shimmering with an otherworldly glow even under the dim lantern light. His eyes narrowed, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple as countless possibilities sparked in his mind. Then, squinting closer, he tried to make sense of the strange characters written on it: [Σℓιχιя σƒ τнє ιммσяταℓ κιηg]. He frowned deeply, his brow furrowing so tightly it looked like it might collapse into itself.
Cupcake Crab explained, “Consuming it is supposed to make you invincible.”
“Yeah, I’m not buying that,” Tyler grumbled. He pulled the cork from the vial and inspected the shining golden liquid inside. There was no foul stench, no ominous glow—just a soft, gentle shimmer. After a moment of hesitation, Tyler thought of [Undying Tenacity] and slowly gulped down half of it.
Cupcake Crab’s claws flailed wildly. “Hey! Hey! Stop it! Why are you drinking it now?! It’s a waste to use it now!”
Tyler swallowed, blinking. “What?”
Cupcake Crab shifted awkwardly. “No, nothing… so do you feel any different?”
“Not really, the taste, it was just regular water. I don’t particularly feel any difference in my body.” Tyler checked himself, flexing his arms, patting his chest.
Cupcake Crab’s expression turned comically nervous as he crossed his claws. “So what should be the effect of the potion? Does it make me invulnerable or something? Or is it like I revive automatically even if I die?” Tyler mused aloud.
Cupcake Crab hesitated, rubbing the side of his frosting-draped head. “I’m not sure, but it’s definitely not the latter one.”
Tyler’s eyes glimmered with a mischievous spark. “Hey, why don’t you try to pinch me? Let’s see if this body is truly invincible or not.”
Cupcake Crab shifted backward, eyes wide. “Are you sure? I don’t think that’s a great idea…”
“Just do it, Cupcake Crab, it’s not like I can actually die from being pinched—” Tyler said with a sly grin.
Before he could finish, Cupcake Crab pinched him sharply. A sudden, piercing pain shot through Tyler’s arm straight into his skull, and he let out a shriek that rattled the crates.
“OW! THAT HURT! THAT HURT, YOU JERK!” Tyler bellowed, face twisted in agony.
Cupcake Crab clicked his claws calmly. “I already told you, it’s not a great idea.”
Tyler hissed through his teeth, rubbing the red mark. “Ow man, you could’ve used less force while pinching.”
“I apologize,” Cupcake Crab replied, tilting his head with exaggerated sincerity. “But I think I have to go now.”
“What?” Tyler snapped, whipping his head around to face him.
But Cupcake Crab was gone. No trace. Not even a frosting crumb. It was as if he had evaporated into the thin, salty air.
Tyler barely had time to process when heavy footsteps thundered outside. The door slammed open, and five towering figures barged in, swords gleaming under the lantern light.
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[Enemies Identified: Pirate, Level 77 x5]
Tyler’s fingers curled around the hilt of his sword, his eyes narrowing into burning slits. He rose, a low, dangerous chuckle rumbling in his chest.
“Come on then… let’s make this interesting.”
The raccoon-crow hybrids lunged at him all at once, their cutlasses slicing through the air with vicious arcs. Tyler ducked instinctively, the cold whistle of steel grazing past his ear. He swung his leg around, sweeping two hybrids off their feet with a brutal kick. The other three converged, snarling, their eyes gleaming with savage excitement.
He pressed his hands together and let out a deafening [Screech]. The piercing sound vibrated through the wooden walls, making the hybrids clutch their heads in agony, their faces contorted in raw pain. Tyler didn’t waste a moment—he shot out a thick [Spider Web], the sticky threads wrapping around their arms and legs, yanking them violently to the ground.
With quick, agile movements, Tyler scrambled forward, grabbing a metal sword from one of the immobilized hybrids. Its surface gleamed dully in the flickering lantern light, blood grooves promising carnage. He swung it with feral precision, slicing through their defences, his blade tracing silvery arcs that ended in guttural cries and falling bodies.
The floor beneath him turned slick, and each footstep left a red echo. Tyler’s breath came in ragged, primal gasps, each inhale stoking the embers of his fury. He felt the old rhythm of violence course through his veins like an addictive song—an echo of countless battles fought under distant, storm-wracked skies.
Without pausing to catch his breath, Tyler stormed out of the cramped room and into a narrow corridor dimly lit by swaying lanterns. Another group appeared.
[Enemies Identified: Pirate, Level 78 x4]
Tyler’s eyes narrowed. Without hesitation, he launched forward, his body a blur of speed. Using [Dash], he zipped past them, leaving only a cold gust and a glint of metal behind. Before they could turn, he twisted around and smashed into them with a savage [Ram], sending them crashing against the wooden walls. Splinters exploded outward like brittle stars.
Their swords clanged onto the floor, echoing in the hall like distant war drums. Tyler stood in the middle, chest heaving, his hair sticking to his sweat-slick forehead. He wiped a smear of blood from his cheek with the back of his hand, his lips twisting into a wolfish grin.
His ears twitched. Heavy footfalls—more pirates.
Tyler turned his head slowly, every muscle in his neck taut as a drawn bowstring. His eyes flickered across the hall.
[Enemies Identified: Pirate, Level 77 x7]
[Enemies Identified: Pirate, Level 78 x5]
A sharp pain throbbed in his side. He glanced at his status bar—low PE, dangerously low health. His vision flickered for a moment, edges darkening, and a metallic taste flooded his mouth. He clenched his teeth so hard his jaw popped.
“Only one more skill,” he hissed to himself, his voice low, almost guttural.
His fingers hovered over the skill window. The icon shimmered ominously.
[Skill: Poison Mist]
[Deals 20 damage per second to all targets within range, for 20 seconds. PE Cost: 12]
A tremor raced down his arm. He knew if he pressed it, he could win—he could annihilate them all. But a shadow crept across his thoughts, an image that clawed at the edges of his mind: his brother, falling. A companion lost because of this very skill.
His hand hovered, trembling.
No… not again… The memory stabbed at him like a thousand poisoned needles. His heart thrashed in his chest, a thunderous drum echoing in his skull. The grief, once dulled, surged up his throat like bile, choking him.
He withdrew his hand, shutting the window in a sharp motion. His breathing slowed, his shoulders dropping as if crushed under an unseen weight.
A sudden, violent tremor rocked the entire ship. Tyler’s knees buckled, and the pirates screamed as they toppled over each other like a pile of broken marionettes. Weapons scattered and clanged, echoing like mournful bells.
Tyler’s eyes darted wildly, catching sight of something shining on the floor—his titanium twinswords. His heart surged with raw adrenaline. He lunged forward, seizing the blades in a swift, desperate motion.
As his fingers closed around the familiar hilts, a primal roar ripped from his chest. He activated [Berserk], his veins flaring with molten rage. His movements blurred, each swing cleaving through flesh and splintering bone as if he were a living hurricane.
Screams filled the corridor, mixing with the sound of tearing wood and gushing blood. Tyler’s vision turned red, his thoughts dissolving into pure, violent instinct.
[+210 XP]
[Level Up! Tyler Level 129 → 133]
[Attribute Points: +4]
Tyler exhaled, steam rising from his lips like smoke from a dying forge. The glow in his eyes hadn’t fully faded, his knuckles still white on the hilts of his twinswords. Deep inside, something monstrous still coiled and snarled, waiting to surge forward. He knew this was only the beginning — and beyond the trembling deck, an even darker challenge awaited him.