Secret Skill Berserk Mode

My vision tinges red as I feel a raw power flow through my body. I watch Wug's body fall to the ground and Harold rush towards him with his hands glowing gold. Time seems to move slower as another notification appears.

{Secret Skill activated Berserk Mode} {Racial Skill activated Ancestral Knowledge}

(All stats multiplied by x20 intelligence halved. All enemies of equal or lower levels will be affected with a fear debuff, all enemies of higher level will become cautious as an aura of rage overcomes them from yourself.) (Ancestral Knowledge active- As the last living member of your race you have tapped into the past experiences of the warriors of old. Their experience and knowledge will play in the background of your mind helping your instincts. Can only be activated in times of extreme emotion.)

I glance at the message before ignoring it and begin running towards the Don, a look of surprise appearing on its dead face before it hones in on me. As I finally reach it the revenant swipes at me with extreme speed but i watch with cold eyes as I step backwards out of the way of the incoming claw before grabbing hold of its wrist and pulling forward smiling as a loud popping noise comes from the limb before a tearing is heard. The Don lunges backwards as its arm dangles by a thread of fur and gristle, a look of shock on its face before it growls and a dark glow appears on its body before the limbs slowly begins to reattach itself.

"Pathetic creature you believe that a simple attack could cause damage to I? The great Don Juan Demousso, head of the greatest family!" The revenant laughs before its mouth clacks shut and it tumbles backwards twice before landing on its stomach. I land and begin approaching once again as the scene of Wug's falling body plays through my mind, Bubbles being tossed to the side like garbage, Wake lying in a puddle of his own blood. Anger courses through me as I blame myself for this happening. Shame at being to weak to actually fight the way I should be able to. I'm weak, I rely only on others without doing anything myself except to plan and hide in the back. I'm just reliving my old life where eventually I'll become useless but no more. The anger continues to course through me as I sprint towards the boss and wind back my cane before smashing it into the creatures jaw and watching coldly as teeth and bone fly off to the side.

"No more talking. Fight or die that's all you have left." I hear coming from my mouth coldly as the revenant rolls away from me and finally glances at me with an inkling of fear in his eyes. He roars into the sky and as the noise reaches the surrounding clearing all of the dead creatures bodies begin spasming before the skeletal remains burst from them and charge towards me. I feel my arm move as several globes of acid hurtle towards the incoming skellies, splashing across their bodies and reducing them to puddles of mush quickly. After the last of the skeletons fall I turn back to the Revenant and barely avoid the incoming tail, its wormlike appearance offset by the sharp bone blade piercing through the end. As the point flies past my head I feel several drops of Wug's blood land on my body, the reminder still coating the tip of the dangerous weapon. As the tail comes back through I slash down at it with the head of the staff, a loud crunching sound coming from it as the end dangles limply from the rest of the tail. The revenant howls in anger and begins an onslaught of slashes and punches, the next even stronger and wilder than the last, that I begin dodging as fast as possible while my body moves almost like fluid in between the strikes. Finally I see one area when the creature pulls back and my free hand flies out, my fingertips piercing through the undead's meaty chest and wrapping around the glowing crystal within it. As i squeeze the crystal and begin yanking it towards me then Don howls in anguish and pain trying it's best to keep itself moving towards me to keep the crystal inside of it. Finally after several minutes of slow movement i manage to yank the crystal out of the Don's chest and watch as the body of the former Boss creature begins withering away until with a final shriek all that's left is a small pile of desiccated flesh and bones.

I smile coldly as I hear a creature approaching from nearby and as I turn I begin realizing how horrific this ability is as I lunge towards the now standing Jeff. The hobgoblin see's my action and before anyone can react sprints to my left and delivers a powerful kick to my side, crunching is heard as my ribs break and begin to cave in as I'm thrown across the clearing and finally to my relief pass out.

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As I open my eyes I try to wipe away the sleep before realizing I can't move my arms. I struggle and attempt to stand before falling over myself and notice a strong whip has been used to tie my legs up from the ankles to the hips. As I see the bindings on myself I start getting bits and pieces of images back of my memory, my body moving almost of its own volition as I mercilessly attack an undead creature. Extreme hatred and anger flowing through my mind like ice in my veins as I move faster and strike stronger than I know is possible. The lack of empathy or any type emotional ability as I continue to do the impossible even as my own body begins breaking down throughout the fight. And finally my attack upon Jeff without any reason and the lucky attack that finally knocked me out. I feeling of complete and utter fear and shame wash over me as I remember Wug's crumpling body and the rolling form of Wake coated in his own blood. As I start to feel tears fall from my face I hear voices approaching the room I'm in before a door finally opens and a set of boots appears before my face.

"Kid you back yet or still foaming at the mouth?" I hear before Jeff's face appears in front of me as he squats down while looking at my face.

"Yea...What happened?" I say quietly as my eyes stay pointed at the floor. Before I know it I can feel the restraints being taken off me and as I'm freed I continue to lay where I am.

"Oh c'mon kid don't be like that. Your not the first monster to find out you have a dangerous skill without knowing it and honestly it could've been a lot worse. From what I saw it was some kind of Berserk skill mixed with a transformation ability. You grew a few feet taller and your fur turned a shade of black with red stripes going through it. Your voice sounded old and filled with a lot more violence than you've ever experienced plus those fingers of yours had claws with needle sharp points coming out. Best guess I have is you got possessed by something a lot stronger than you could handle and it just took your body for a joyride but lucky for us it killed that bastard before trying to squash me. Had I been any slower in my attack I'm pretty sure you would've wiped everybody out including that big fella with the hammer and tentacles you recruited." Jeff begins explaining as I nod at his guesses proving them fact. As he asks more questions I begin to realize that for the first time since coming to this world I'm scared of what I am versus everything else. As i finally shakily sit up I finally ask the biggest worry I've had while a lump sits in my throat.

"What happened to Wug? And are Bubbles and Wake ok?" I ask in a whisper as Jeff takes a deep breathe before smiling gently and sitting beside me.

"The ogre survived thanks to that gnome. Lucky too considering that tail went straight through his skin and took out a kidney and part of his stomach but Harold spent close to twelve hours straight pouring healing magic into him and he finally became stable about an hour ago. He has that orc chick fawning over him too and if you ask me getting impaled by an undead monster is the best thing that's happened to the lucky sonovabitch. The troll was fine and actually only got knocked out from the blood loss but his arm was already regrowing when he woke up and he's almost back to normal now. Wake on the other hand is still in rough shape. Three splits through his chest where the ribs are showing, punctured lung and shattered arm. Skull had a dent in it bout the size of a tacknut but luckily that Mog fellow got to him and has been slowly treating him until Harold rests and can help more. But as far as it all goes it could've been a lot worse so be thankful. As for that nasty ability of yours once everything's stable around here I'll be teaching you to both control it and limit what it can do to you. That and teaching you to fight cus honestly kid your shit in battle. But for now rest and once your rested and calm do your rounds. leader can't let his people see him as you are now if you plan to make this idea work." Jeff explains as a feeling of lightness encompasses me and I finally smile in relief as I find out nobody actually died. Once Jeff says he can teach me to control this at first I feel terror at having to go through it again but the more I think about it I nod along with him accepting the fact that even if I never use it again I want to at least be able to stay in control if it does happen. Finally as Jeff leaves the room I fall back onto my side and smile before fading off into sleep, a gentle voice in the back of my mind singing a familiar song that has me snoring before I know it.