Chapter 147: A King’s Hunger
They stood in the silent street, the five bodies at their feet a testament to Nox’s brutal efficiency. The faint light from the distant lighthouse cast long, distorted shadows that danced around the corpses.
Elisa poked one of the bodies with the head of her warhammer. "Well, that was anticlimactic. I was hoping for a real fight."
"His methods are... effective," Mela admitted, though she looked a little pale.
Serian just watched Nox. The cold, detached way he had dispatched the entire guild was terrifying. The boy she knew, the one who smiled at racing games and got flustered by a simple compliment, was buried deep under this new, monstrous power. ’Is this what it means to be a king in this world?’
Nox was ignoring them, his attention focused on his new interface. ’Liona, allocate points. Fifty points. All into Strength.’ He felt the familiar surge of power, his muscles coiling with a new, satisfying density.
[Strength: 162 -> 212]
’Now, the boxes.’
[Rare Skill Box opened! Skill Acquired: Minor Regeneration.]
[Rare Skill Box opened! Skill Acquired: Basic Mana Sense.]
He almost laughed. ’Useless.’ He already had a better regeneration skill, and his Void Gaze was leagues beyond basic mana sense. ’Liona, consume them.’
[Acknowledged. Consuming redundant skills... Skill data assimilated. Void Eater has gained a marginal amount of experience.]
’So I can even eat my own useless skills. Good to know.’