Ch 11
Jeremy's lungs burned as he sprinted through the decayed ruins of the Dead Scar.
The assassins were fast.
Too fast.
His legs screamed in protest, but he didn't stop.
They're stronger than me.
If they catch me, I'm dead.
Behind him, Mordis vanished into the darkness, melding into the shadows—his new power at work.
Jeremy heard the sound of metal slicing through bone.
Then—
A scream.
He risked a glance back—
One of the assassins had staggered, clutching his chest. His skin blackened, rotting at an unnatural speed.
Jeremy's eyes widened.
Mordis' weapons did that.
They didn't just cut.
They decayed.
The assassin barely had time to react before Mordis finished him off, plunging his dagger straight through his throat.
Jeremy had no time to process.
The other assassins were still after him.
He clenched his fists.
Time to level the playing field.
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Status Panel – Assassin (Lv. 20)
Name: Unknown
Race: Human
Class: Shadowblade Assassin
Level: 20
Stats:
Strength: 32
Agility: 41
Intelligence: 22
Endurance: 29
Skills:
Shadow Step – Temporarily vanish into darkness, reappearing behind a target.
Silent Execution – Deals extra damage to unaware targets.
Enhanced Reflexes – Passively increases reaction speed.
Night Stalker's Blessing – Increased movement speed in darkness.
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Jeremy's mind raced.
These weren't just some thugs—they were trained killers.
And he was half their level.
No time to think.
One of the assassins lunged, dagger flashing.
Jeremy threw himself to the side—barely avoiding the blade—but the second assassin was already there, waiting for him.
Jeremy's heart pounded.
Too fast.
Too skilled.
They were going to—
Then—
A whisper.
A faint shimmer in the air.
The second assassin's body suddenly froze.
His shadow twisted—solidifying into a humanoid form.
Mordis.
His dagger plunged into the assassin's back.
The man convulsed, choking—before fading into nothingness.
Jeremy's eyes widened.
Mordis had killed him instantly.
The remaining assassins hesitated.
That was all Jeremy needed.
He activated Necrotic Infusion, feeling raw power flood his limbs.
He dashed forward, faster than he should have been able to move—closing the gap in an instant.
The last two assassins turned to react—
But they were too late.
One fell with a silent gurgle, Mordis' blade slicing through his ribs.
The other tried to run—
Jeremy raised his hand.
Not this time.
He focused, feeling the faint pulse of death beneath his fingertips—
And activated Death's Grip.
A shadowy hand erupted from the ground, grabbing the assassin's ankle.
The man screamed, his body jerking violently as something unseen drained the life from him.
Seconds later—
He stopped moving.
Jeremy exhaled, hands shaking.
That was it.
They were all dead.
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Jeremy wiped the sweat from his brow.
Mordis stood beside him, silent, his glowing blue eyes watching.
Jeremy swallowed.
He needed answers.
Mordis is getting stronger. But how strong?
He opened his summon's status panel—
And his breath caught.
Mordis was nothing like a normal skeleton anymore.
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Status Panel – Mordis
Name: Mordis
Race: Abyssborn Revenant
Class: Reaper's Hand
Level: 10 (Evolved)
Stats:
Strength: 45
Agility: 52
Intelligence: 30
Endurance: -
Skills:
Phantom Assassin's Step – Allows the user to fade into shadows and strike from unseen angles.
Abyssal Decay – All attacks inflict a slow, rotting effect on enemies.
Bladed Malice – Manifest twin weapons made of condensed death energy.
Silent Execution – If attacking from stealth, increases critical damage by 200%.
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Jeremy stared.
This… was way beyond what he expected.
Mordis had completely evolved.
Not just in form—but in raw power.
Jeremy grinned.
This was going to be fun.