Chapter 13: Survival of the Fittest
'Shit...'
Lucien had made a terrible mistake. He should have fused with the Tome when he had the chance. He'd been a fool to look down on Level 40 monsters just because he'd stumbled upon a sword meant to slay Level 100 beasts—and could wield it without Level limits thanks to his Class.
He'd truly underestimated them. But now wasn't the time to wallow in regret.
Before the Red Wolf could tear into his groin, Lucien twisted his body, ripping his legs free from the other wolf's jaws and flipping over its back. His increased strength made such a move possible, though the pain of tearing flesh from fangs burned worse than he'd imagined.
Lucien didn't waste a second. As he rolled away, he jumped to his knees and scrambled to his feet, running with a staggered gait. The Red Wolves gave chase immediately.
He summoned the Tome as he ran.
'Damn it, I'll get another one later!'
White light poured from his hands, and the book began to dissolve. It scattered into fragments of light, and suddenly Lucien stopped.
The Wolves stopped too, their eyes blazing with red fury—and something else. Wariness.
Lucien turned slowly, opened his palm, and grinned like a madman.
Fusing with a Tome felt completely different. The potion and earrings had barely registered, but this—this was something else entirely.