Alex updated status window overview
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/STATUS\
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| RANK: S |
| CLASS: WARRIOR |
| RACE: NAMED DEMON|
| LEVEL: 98 |
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| STATS | |SKILLS |
|_______________|___________|
| HP 3460 | TRUE FLAMES |
| [+14] | (lvl 5)-Max |
| MP 3600 | EARTHSTORM |
| [+3002] | (lvl 5) |
| STR 5011 | MANA OUTBURST|
| [+337] | (lvl 5)-Max |
| AGI 852 | MANA ABSORB |
| [+152] | (lvl 3) |
| INT MAX | |
|___________|_______________|
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System NOTE: Due to a goddess's curse, all warrior skills are locked and all stats are halved. ??
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After his rigorous training regimen, which significantly increased his strength and granted him new skills like Mana Burst, and consistently upgraded his existing abilities, Alex was ready. His fireball skill had evolved into the powerful True Flames, a skill now at its maximum level. He could solidify the flames into weapons far superior to the demons' hell axes. He conjured a flame blade from his wrist and a ring of flame-like saws above his head, deployable with his Mana Outburst skill and capable of targeting any number of foes—although the MP cost was substantial. Looking at the endless supply of MP represented by the warring demons before him, a triumphant laugh escaped his lips. "Kuhahaha!" he roared, leaping into the air as if diving headfirst into a feast prepared just for him. Every demon screamed as they unleashed their strength, cornering each other without cooperation, enjoying only the thrill of cutting each other down in their desperate competition for dominance over the female demon.
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Slashing with his right hand and using his flame blades defensively, Alex reveled in the battle's intensity. Despite the curse weakening his warrior skills and requiring multiple strikes to inflict significant damage, his precise cuts to vital areas kept him at an advantage.
As he slashed through the throng, the cacophony of war felt comforting, as if unleashing his true nature. His MP was constantly being depleted, but the deaths of his fellow demons provided an endless stream of mana replenishment. He also noticed he was gaining experience points (EXP), which would increase his level and allow him to evolve. With over 10,000 S-rank demons battling before him, he believed he could
easily break the goddess's curse.
The battle raged on, demons fearlessly tearing each other apart, unleashing their skills in a chaotic maelstrom. Several figures, Alex among them, dominated the blood-soaked battlefield. His body underwent constant transformation, system notifications flashing incessantly. "But I can't stop! It's so much fun," he muttered, exhilarated amidst the hot flames and the cries of the dying. "And these aren't humans; I can't feel guilty." The sounds of battle reached the mighty throne room where Beelzebub sat. He dismissed them as the squealing of weaklings, initially uninterested in intervening. However, the sight of one particular demon caught his eye, and he settled in to watch.
Unbeknownst to Alex, he had finally broken the goddess's curse. A roar escaped his lips as the shackles fell away. A weight, heavy as a boulder, lifted from his shoulders; he felt lighter, faster, stronger. His muscles hardened, his true strength unleashed. A wicked grin stretched across his face, the aura of an S-rank demon now fully enveloping him. Looking at the remaining demons, he thought, "So many...so many sweet prizes." He couldn't restrain himself; his blood pulsed faster, time seeming to slow around him. Unbeknownst to him, this phenomenon was a sign of his imminent breakthrough to S+ rank. He effortlessly countered the attacks of the demons surrounding him, slashing through them and ripping out still-beating hearts, sending them flying through the air. By now, the act of consuming demon hearts felt normal, a routine action, even though the curse was broken and he no longer needed the mana.
Now, with his warrior skills unlocked, he was a whirlwind on the battlefield. His movements were blindingly fast, his flame sword an extension of his very being, connected deeply to his bones. His earth-shattering skills combined with his Mana Outburst, creating devastating area-of-effect attacks that obliterated his foes.
The demon king's gaze fixated on Alex. His movements were swift and graceful, a deadly dance performed with cold precision and a mischievous grin. He sliced through the fray, unleashing a torrent of Mana Outburst flames that incinerated demons, sending heads flying as he chomped down on their still-beating hearts. His evil aura enveloped him, making the other demons appear as helpless rabbits before a ravenous tiger. His shiny, bald head glowed, even amidst the blood spatter, the ring of flames around his head curling and snapping, piercing any demon foolish enough to attempt a sneak attack. "He looks like a battle god descended from the heavens," Beelzebub muttered, his fascination with the battle growing.
His drool became more prominent as he envisioned devouring Alex, possessing him entirely. "How marvelous," he murmured to himself, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "How sweet his meat would be. I mustn't miss those delicious, well-cooked tendons." The demon king's hunger, a visceral, primal urge, intensified with each passing moment of Alex's breathtaking display of power.
