章 1765: Bonafide Demon Slayers

'I fucking knew it. Shit was too good to be given for free.'

Eren vented his frustration with a string of curses directed at the goddess, dismayed at the apparent theft of his hard-earned Origin Force Points. If there had been a table in front of him, he might have been tempted to flip it in a fit of rage.

It seemed to him as if the goddess had offered him the Unique Skill with the sole intention of siphoning off his Origin Force reserves. While he appreciated the Skill's effects, he found fault with its reliance on the rare Stat.

He would have preferred if the Skill had tapped into the more replenishable Mana or Spirit Stats. He could recover them easily with a day of rest. So he would have had no problem using the Unique Skill more freely.

Risking exposure as the true inheritor of the Elder Ichor bloodline, Eren had turned the world of Labh Salem upside down to amass around 8000 Origin Force Points.