บท 162: Wonders of Body Magic
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A shadow rushed between two Forbidden Forest trees, cruising through the forest, zig-zagging among the trees. The figure seemed to know its way around the woods as they sprinted through the woodlands without losing much speed while twisting, turning, and jumping through any obstacle that presented itself in the path.
"This! Feels! Great!"
Quinn didn't know his way around the Forbidden Forest woodland; sure, somewhere in his mind, he had the layout of trees he had seen memorized, but Quinn never accessed or immersed those memories; it was inefficient for him to do so.
So how could he move through a densely packed forest with plenty of short-range altitude obstacles? The answer was pure athleticism — an elevated level of athleticism enabled by the use of body magic.
"These enhancements are mad!" he grinned as he spun to the side to avoid a tree, and then without missing a beat, he kept running.
Quinn was a fifteen-year-old with an above-average base physique granted to him by genetics. He exercised regularly without fail and took care of his body; as such, Quinn was the most physically fit among his weight class. His jogging speed was higher than others' sprinting speed. And currently, that person was accessing ninety percent of his total physical capability.
He kept running, running, and running. Quinn didn't stop, which was unusual as he couldn't keep running for this long, even at his ninety percent.
The answer was once again body magic.
There were two different ways a user could improve their body magic skills.
First, they could increase their percentage accessible throughout the board and enhance every category simultaneously. Quinn had employed this method to get himself access to ninety percent of his physical capabilities. But that was it — ninety percent was Quinn's limit; he couldn't push it above ninety as his magic failed due to instability. He didn't have the skill to bring his body above ninety percent.
He had reached a cap — a cap that restricted his progress, and Quinn didn't like his progress to be hindered, so he set on looking for ways to kickstart his progress so that he could continue to grow.
And from that came the second method.
Body magic was divided into five broad categories: Speed, Strength, Endurance, Durability, and Reflexes.
For Quinn to reach ninety percent, he had to access ninety percent in all five categories. He had done that and thus had reached his current limit, and that's where the second method kicked in — if he couldn't pull all five at the same time, how about tackling the five categories one at a time. One was much easier than five. Quinn didn't have to corroborate five different sets of magic and only work with one-fifth load — that was something he could work with.
Thus he started working using the second method. According to the instructions, he targeted one of five — Endurance: the ability to sustain the prolonged physical effort.
The start was slow: the first step along the way was to push his natural endurance above the ninety percent he had complete control over. The last ten percent was a tricky block to cross; his human body showed resistance against his wishes. The limit that could be achieved by pure physical exercise was eighty percent, with the last twenty percent reserved for life-and-death situations. Quinn had already encroached half of that reserve, and his body wanted to keep the remaining for its original purpose — for emergencies.
To perform any magic, the user needed to believe that what they were doing worked — During his occlumency shields build, he had believed that his hexagon design would be solid and stable. While understanding took care of the actual functionality behind the magic, it was imagination that took shape to that functionality.
So it was a slight problem when his physical instincts "believed" that the last ten percent of his physical capabilities wasn't there at all, that there wasn't anything to access, and Quinn was already working with hundred percent. Talk about a wrench in his plans. It took Quinn a lot of time and effort before he could override that physical instinct that limited him.
He did them all while channelling magic, trying different ways to mold magic to gain desired effects by running, shovelling ground, boxing, and whatnot. The result was access to one hundred percent of his stamina. He could keep doing things longer, much longer than his non-magical-base sixty percent.
Now, as Quinn ran, he passed the cautious acromantula infested area, the troll clearing, and kept running. Soon he reached yet another clear area — it was dark as the surroundings' canopy was so outreaching that they covered the sky above the clearing.
"Finally," said Quinn, leaning forward as his hands on his thighs supported his body. "Oh boy, didn't think maintaining a hundred and twenty percent of stamina would require that much control."
No matter how hard Quinn trained, he couldn't keep running at speeds closer to sprinting than jogging for a dozen minutes. To achieve that, he needed to surpass the natural hundred percent limit and enter the realm of magical augmentation.
"As expected," he mused, "I can only augment my stamina by thirty points over the all-around ninety percent. Anything above that will collapse the magic."
As the name suggested, body magic was magic and thus supernatural. It allowed Quinn to go above hundred percent and enter levels not achievable by his body. To achieve it, instead of his body, his magic covered anything above a hundred.
Currently, he could only make his magic cover thirty points on his muscular endurance and cardiovascular endurance (ability to transport oxygen throughout the body).
"Yeah, this was the right decision," affirmed Quinn, standing up straight, "Going with augmentation rather than hundred across the board. This will be a better fit for me."
When Quinn reached the ninety percent block, he was presented with two choices. The first was to get every individual stat to a hundred and then learn to manage all five on a hundred percent before entering the field on augmentation. The second choice was to get one stat to a hundred and then learn to artificially (magically) augment and repeating that with every stat before moving on to merging them to push his entire physical above its full capabilities.
Both were equally apt, but Quinn went with the second as he thought if he learned to augment, it would be easier to grasp how to merge and manage all five when he learned it.
"Alright, then, let's move on," said Quinn, ending his body magic thoughts, "now, where am I. . ."
He looked around, and there wasn't much to see except for a tree-free area surrounded by many trees.
"Well, let's move on, I guess."
He took in a deep breath and checked how long his body could take getting its endurance augmented; body magic had its limits — out of the one hundred and twenty percent that he was pulling, a hundred was his body's natural endurance, and the magic would stop if he went lower than a certain point.
"Hmm. . . without a rest, I can go another fifteen minutes," he formulated. "Let's go —"
Suddenly, Quinn felt someone was staring towards him. His attention to his surroundings peaked, and he looked around to see what had triggered his senses. His dark vision eyes peeled through the darkness.
"Found it," he whispered. It was very faint, but Quinn caught it among the tall grass and bushes present on the base of trees.
He slid his hand from left to right for an arc of water to manifest in the air. He snapped his fingers for the water arc to become razer thin and cut through the air towards the one who was watching him. The razer sharp water cut through the tall grass and bushes, but there was no one there.
"Hiding behind the tree, huh."
Magic concentrated in front of him as Quinn cast a potent piercing spell; he was going to nail the offender by going through the tree. But just as he was about to unleash the attack when he heard a growl behind him. Immediately, Quinn raised his left hand behind him and initiated a spell that could disintegrate flesh and bones on contact while holding the piercing spell in his right.
He looked back, and his eyes weren't already diluted; they would've diluted to their fullest as ten feet away from Quinn stood a wolf, and Quinn could immediately tell that this wolf was of a magical species as even while on four legs, the wolf's height came to his chest.
Quinn heard a rustle where he was about to shoot the piercing spell, and he turned his head just enough to see another gigantic wolf walk out into the clearing.
"Why do you invade our land?"
The second he heard the words, Quinn's eyes widened, and he immediately cut the supply of magic to his spells and instead charged a brand new spell and shot it towards the wolf closer to him.
The aurora blue spell hit the wolf right in the face, and Quinn watched in anticipation to see the effects, but nothing came. The wolf, other than being startled, stood there unaffected.
"Huh? why didn't it —"
Quinn didn't have time to finish his sentence as he heard a roar from the second wolf behind him. He turned to see the enormous wolf charging towards him with a snarl. The sight of the giant wolf was scary, and Quinn didn't want the wolf anywhere near him.
He tapped his foot on the ground once, and his magic responded as metal chains with cuffs shot out of the earth and snapped around the running wolf's ankles. The wolf's speed was so high that it didn't get time to stop in time, and the chains became taut, pulling all four of its legs, causing it to slam onto the ground.
Quinn didn't have time to celebrate. He turned back and saw that the first startled wolf had recovered and had just pushed the ground to charge Quinn. He breathed out, and a large strip of earth between them froze over. And from the layer of ice covering the ground, dozens of big gnarly spikes shot out with crunching and crinkling noise.
The wolf didn't seem bothered as it continued to charge, and the moment its front paws came one step within the iced region, the wolf planted its feet before taking a might leap.
"Oh, shiiit!" uttered Quinn, his eyes wide as he saw the wolf's feral face and sharp bite coming towards him.
He raised both of his to the front of him and cast. The air in front of his hands seemed to thrum in power as a circular ring distorted in front of Quinn.
「Viking's Charge」
It was a spell Quinn had learned from the Nordic book of Vikings he got from Denmark. It took him a lot of time to translate Younger Furthak for this spell into English to finally get the information on the spell's working.
The circular air ring shot the wolf and pushed him back like the wolf's frame did nothing. The wolf went flying back and yelped when it hit the ground. With the force it was shot, the wolf rolled on the ground and skid in an effort to stop himself, but the task was arduous as it took a lot of effort to get back on its feet.
But once again, didn't have time to gain with this one as the second wolf had freed itself from Quinn's chains and was already inbound for Quinn. It ran straight at Quinn with a feral shine in her eyes.
"So fast!" commented Quinn. He pulled his hand back before fully pushing the hand solid. And the magic seemed to be in sync as a thick pillar of ground projectile along with a feral for growl.
It was an instant for the wolf; the pillar shot out of the ground and hit it in the jaw. A painful yelp sounded out as the wolf rolled backward from the force.
"Stop!" yelled Quinn, raising his hands towards each wolf, "Let's talk!"
The wolf, which had been blasted in the face with the Viking's Charge, snarled at the hooded and masked human in front of him. "You attacked first, human! Why stop now? I won't stop till I get your neck in my jaws!"
"I apologize; I was startled," said Quinn, his voice distorted. He wanted the fight to stop because of his initial spell failure.
The wolf, who had been hit in the face with a pillar, finally got up, and this spoke in a female voice, "Let's see what the human has to say."
The male wolf snarled indignantly before walking over to the female wolf while keeping a vigilant eye on Quinn.
"What do you want, human?" asked the she-wolf.
Quinn stared at the two gigantic wolves, and he couldn't believe that they were standing in front of him.
"You two aren't Animagus."
The first spell he had shot was an Animagus cancellation spell that would revert a magical into their human form. Quinn knew that there were no wolves in the forest because there weren't any records of a native wolf species, so when he heard the wolf speak up, he thought that someone had figured out how to speak while in their animal form.
"Animagus, what's that?" asked the male wolf cautiously.
But it turned out that the records weren't true or at least incomplete.
Quinn stared at the wolves, observing the two grey wolves with curious eyes. "Do the two of you know your ancestry?"
The two wolves' body language immediately became defensive. The vigilance in their eyes deepened.
Quinn noticed that, and behind his mask, he smiled, "So you do know. I can't believe that I'm seeing your kind, especially here in the Forbidden Forest. . . Tell me, are you direct-progenies or descendants?"
"Y-You —! Human, you know about our kind?" spoke the female wolf. In their entire lives, they were told that their kinds were scarce in number.
"I've heard about you," replied Quinn, "answer my question, or you direct progenies or descendants?"
The two wolves exchanged glanced at each other before the female wolf answered, "Descendants."
"Fascinating!" voiced Quinn. "Is there any difference between you and the direct progenies?"
"We don't know. . . there hasn't been a direct in our tribe since our first ancestors. Other than them, we all have been descendants," answered the he-wolf. "As for the difference, it's said that they were stronger, faster, and tougher."
"Hmm, I see, I see."
The two wolves in front of were an extraordinary breed of wolves.
It was known that werewolves couldn't pass on their Lycanthropy to their children. As such, the only way to continue the species was to bite others. But there was one particular case in which werewolves could create special progenies.
If two werewolves — one male and one female. If the two werewolves were to conceive a child on a full moon night, that child when born wasn't a human but a pure magical wolf. A wolf breed that was bigger than any typical wolf species and held human-like intelligence and speech.
But this wolf species was extremely rare. The two wolves in front of him weren't children of werewolves, but children of the wolves born from werewolves. Which, in turn, was also rare as the breed was so rare that chances of seeing a direct male and direct female together were itself sparingly rare.
"How many of you are there in the forest?"
The wolves didn't answer, but Quinn didn't miss the he-wolf's glance in a particular direction. It told him that these two weren't alone and there were more of them.
'I see; I'll come to observe them later,' he thought, planning to get some observational data about this very rare species.
"Well then, wolves, point me in the direction of the cursed vault, and I'll be on my way, away from your land."
"Cursed vault? What is that?" asked she-wolf. They didn't know that term.
". . . how about cursed mines? Have you heard of that?"
"Oh, you mean the Sunken Crypt?" said the she-wolf in recognition. "It's that way. You'll know when you see it." She said, lifting her paw to point in some direction.
"Thank you, I'll be on my way."
"Human, are you thinking of going inside the crypt?"
"Yes, I am. Have you two gone inside?"
"No, we haven't," replied the he-wolf before he glanced at the she-wolf, who nodded back.
The two wolves gave Quinn a stare down before they left wordlessly, leaving only Quinn behind.
"I'm inquisitive about their culture and civilization; I wonder how it would be different and regular wolves," muttered Quinn before moving on to the pointed direction.
"I'll know when I see it, huh, let's see what's all this about."
With that, Quinn had moved one step towards the fourth vault.
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Forbidden Forest Wolves - Pure Werewolf's Progenies - Wolves ~ By Selina Gomez.
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บท 163: Altar, Beelzebub's Crawlers.
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Meeting the Forbidden Forest wolves was an unexpected yet inviting experience. He didn't think that he would chance upon an extremely rare species, and now that Quinn knew about their existence, he had made a note about observing them — he wasn't a big fan of magizoology and "alive" creatures, but with a species so rare, Quinn wasn't going to let his likes and dislikes color his judgment.
"The wolves pointed towards East," he recalled and used a point me charm (east-direction version) to set himself a direction to trek in.
Quinn sighed as he jogged East; the scenery had returned to the continuous gray dullness with the wolves gone. The bleakness was starting to get on his nerves because of the sheer monotony. He concentrated on the ground, running, jumping, sliding over overgrow vines, exposed roots, and fallen tree trunks. Quinn's feet moved according to his will, and the rhythm and sound of his steps against fallen, dry leaves dulled the boredom.
But it seemed he was bored for nothing. He skipped over an old, fallen trunk log, and as his feet off the ground, his vision caught something.
Rustle, rustle; he looked at the ground ahead of him and the small spread of dry leaves parted, and from within, came launching out a bottle guard-sized leech with a hole full of pointy for a mouth; its gross and slimy wiggled in waves as it flew towards him.
Quinn's expression immediately turned into one of disgust and irritation. He should have known better to jinx the peace, and now he had to face these.
He took in a deep breath and exhaled a white mist straight onto the leech, freezing it inside a thin sheet of ice. The momentum of leech carried it over, and Quinn caught the ice-covered worm in his hand before mercilessly turning it into a meat patty by crushing its entire body inside the ice.
His feet finally touched the ground, and at that very moment, a gust of wind pushed every leaf up and away, revealing an infestation of big leeches lying on the ground.
'Bloody knew it!' he thought. "Blood-sucking bugbears."
As the name suggested, the leeches sucked blood, and Quinn hated them with a passion. He had been bitten by them once; it was during his surveillance over the forest trolls that one bit Quinn's arm, and within five seconds, Quinn felt like he had lost most of the blood in his arm. The leeches could suck in blood like a thirsty person in desert water. That day itself, Quinn had found that the leeches worked with teamwork.
The moment Quinn's other foot planted itself on the ground, the still leeches came to life, and at once, every one of them jumped up from the floor towards Quinn. In retaliation and defense, Quinn pulled up the same shield he had used against the acromantulas. The slugs met the protection and immediately burned up.
But the semi-circular shield wasn't enough as some leeches started within the boundary of the dome.
"F**k!" cursed Quinn as two leeches bit through his Noir-gear onto his feet.
He felt them sucking his blood, and unlike last time where he had tried to pull them just to fail and had to blast them off his body, this time he went another one. Freshly drawn blood maintained a magical connection to the owner for a brief spell of time, and right now, Quinn could feel his inside the leeches' body. He grinned cruelly, and immediately, his blood inside the leeches' bodies bubbled and burned through their flesh like a corrosive acid.
Simultaneously, both of the now-dead leeches fell down onto the ground. Quinn then pulled down his shield and then blasted every bugbeard he laid on his eyes.
"Any more?" he asked to one in particular.
Quinn looked around and looked vigilant as an infestation of blood-sucking bugbears meant there was a good source of blood for them, and any source of blood inside the Forbidden Forest had a high chance of being dangerous to him.
He silently jogged ahead, keeping a careful eye on his surroundings. He had dashed around twenty meters when he had to come to a skidding stop.
"Haha," chuckled Quinn with a genuine smile on his face, "I forget that he was supposed to be here."
In front of Quinn laid a Cereberus: a hound, a monstrous hound that took so much space that it put elephants, Argog, and even the forest trolls to shame when it came to size. It had three heads. Three pairs of rolling, mad eyes; three noses, twitching and quivering in his direction; three drooling mouths, saliva hanging in slippery ropes from yellowish fangs.
"Fluffy, that's the name, right."
Fluffy, the Cereberus got up on its feet that sported sharp and long claws on its paws. The six eyes remained fixed on Quinn as multiple guttural growls harmonized together.
"Hoho, you look much more intimidating awake, bruv," smiled Quinn.
Fluffy's three heads barked and pounded its front paws on the dirt. The ground shook, and the barks filled the space between the trees.
If it was someone else of this size, Quinn would have been worried, but this was someone who Quinn knew how to handle.
Quinn built up magic into his throat before he started to whistle with a fun smile on his face. If Fleur Delacour put a dragon to sleep, then Quinn could put a Cereberus weak to music down to sleep with a whistle infused with thick bewitchment sleep spell laced into the sound.
Fluffy looked confused, and all three heads shook left-to-right, flapping their six ears. Fluffy stepped one step ahead, and in response, Quinn moved one step back and to the right.
He continued to whistle for half a minute before Fluffy went down to his feet, another ten seconds before he retreated into a dog sleeping posture, and by the end of the minute, Fluffy was sleeping soundly.
"This might be the easiest thing I've done in these woods," whispered Quinn. He didn't need to continue to whistle because of the infused, bewitching sleep magic.
Quinn walked ahead and squatted near Fluffy's paw, and stared at the black claws in interest. He shot cleaning spells on one nail before touching it.
"Hmm, I wonder how tough this nail is," pondered Quinn before shrugging and raising his arm to drop a chop charged with slicing spell on it, putting a deep gash on it.
"Okay, this is tough enough," nodded Quinn before once again raising his hand, and this time when he dropped a chop, the tip of the claw was cleanly chopped off, "well, it will get tougher when I'm done with it. Some alchemy will do the trick."
Quinn bagged the hardened keratin into his pockets before moving further East but not before rubbing Fluffy's head.
"Sleep well, buddy. You'll be up in no time."
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"The wolves messed with me, didn't they," spat Quinn, "it's been a half-hour; where the hell is the vault?! Those mutts lied to me."
He stood deep in the Forbidden Forest with his hands on his waist, looking around. He was so deep in that if Quinn couldn't recall his every step, he might not have been able to get out of the dense and spanning woods.
Quinn looked up and sighed because he couldn't see what time it was. He took out the pocket watch he used with Noir — one of his designs, a minimalist construct that didn't have any fancy functions and only a printed dial with two clock-arms covering a solid and accurate mechanism.
"It's getting late. I should —"
Quinn stared straight ahead at the ground, but he was focusing on his peripheral vision.
"Not going to lie, but I feel embarrassed," said Quinn, slowly turning to his left to see what he had caught. "How did I miss that? I've been standing here for a solid half-minute."
Quinn walked forward and stopped after ten steps. He tilted his head and stared in all directions to his front.
"A masterful work," he commented, "fascinating illusion work given the amount of light in here. Ah, now I see, it's targetting my magic and not sight."
Quinn clicked his tongue and scrunched his face. He didn't like that his magic was manipulated to influence his sense. Of the many magics he knew, Quinn considered his illusion magic to be one of the better ones. Now seeing that he was fooled wasn't an irritating feeling.
"Is this how people feel when they are humbled?" he pondered aloud while raising his hands. "Not a feeling I like, absolutely not a feeling I enjoy."
He stabbed his hand forward, and it disappeared till his elbow joint.
"Definitely an illusion," he sighed, "wait. . . what am I doing playing with it?!"
Quinn gathered his magic and proceeded to get free from the illusion. Almost instantly, the illusion fell down for Quinn, and the sight inside made him take a sharp breath.
The illusion was cast in a dome shape, and inside was another clearing.
A golden ray of light fell down from a hole in the canopy. A ray from heaven dropping down to the desolate lands, illuminating it with hope. On the ground, where the sunlight stuck, stood a square altar, bathing in the spotlight from mother itself.
Even just this made Quinn think it was a beautiful sight, but the altar in golden sunlight wasn't the only thing hidden under the illusion.
Around the raised altar, outside of the sunlight, in the darkness of the dim woods, were signs of strong and vital life. One of the most charming plants that Quinn had seen graced the land around the altar with its stunning beauty.
They didn't have the gift of light bestowed upon them from the sun above, so mother nature decided to give them their own light. White flowers bloomed on the plants, and those flowers with white petals glowed with soothing light, softly showing that not everything in the Forbidden Forest was a shade of grey.
Quinn canceled the transfiguration on his eyes as he stepped inside to see the scene like he was meant to see to it.
"Outside is white and gold," he repeated.
White was from the flowers, while the gold represented the golden light irradiating the altar.
A perfect contrast of two opposites.
"I'm moved."
Quinn carefully walked forward, avoiding stepping on the glowing plants, and made his way towards the altar. He stopped near the base of the stairs that led up to the altar to check if there was something that would discomfort him. . . but the area was clean. In the hidden clearing, there was nothing other than him, the altar, and the plants.
"Good to know."
Quinn stepped on one of the four staircases — one on each side of the square altar and started climbing. There weren't many steps in the stairs, but the height of each step was tall enough that he couldn't see the top of the altar till he had climbed halfway.
"Is that a hole?" noticed Quinn and hurried up the steps to reach the top, where he saw a hole in the floor. From its looks, the hole was part of the original design as it was perfectly round, and the tiling on the floor complimented the gaping gap smack dab in the middle.
"What's with vaults and tunnels," said Quinn squatting down, "Sin vault had one down to the antechamber, Aquatic vault going down to the front cave, and now this one." He stared inside, and with the light from above, he could see the base, and it wasn't that deep.
He stuck his hand inside and touched the walls of the tunnel going inside.
"Hmm, there are no engravings," observed Quinn, "that doesn't eliminate the presence of some magic." He sent a beat of magic through his hand into the walls, but nothing popped up on his radar.
"Good enough," saying that, Quinn snapped an end of Carpe Retractum's cord of light onto the floor, and with the other end clutched in his hand, Quinn rappelling down into the tunnel.
He wanted to start on a positive note, so — "Whoopee~!"
Squelch — The lower end of the tunnel was wet sloppy ground, and Quinn's boots dug a couple of inches into the dirt.
"Eww," groaned Quinn, "This wasn't the start I was looking for. . . ugh." He looked around and saw the entire floor was loose mud. Not a single spot of solid ground to be seen.
Quinn took a step forward, but the wet mud turned into a transfigured square of solid limestone just before his foot hit the ground, and with every step he took forward, Quinn transfigured some earth into limestone for him to walk on.
"Word smart, people, work smart," said Quinn chuckling at the end.
He lit up orbs of light for illumination, and finally, he could see inside the vault: it was a long curving corridor of which Quinn couldn't see the end. Looking above, Quinn could see roots peeking out from the top. Quinn continued to walk forward, and soon he reached the end.
"Oh, it opened up." The narrow corridor opened up to a large room — if it could be called that. The corridor's end was on a wall, but that opening was nowhere near the floor nor the ceiling of the gigantic room. The corridor end was right in the middle of the wall.
"Now, how do I get down there?" wondered Quinn aloud and peeked out. On the other end of the room, he could see a passage on the opposite wall, right beside the floor.
"Well, let's use my favorite way," he grinned and stepped a couple steps back before sprinting forward and jumping from the edge and out of the corridor. "I. Love. This!"
He joined his feet and spread his hands wide like certain hooded individuals who followed a certain secret creed that liked to jump from high spaces into carts of hay and never ever caught anyone's attention while doing it.
Of course, Quinn didn't have those skills and lacked the haystack to land in, but instead, he had magic in his corner, so when he reached the ground, he shot out Arresto Momentum to cut all his momentum and landed with utmost grace.
"And. . . that's how you do it."
Not wanting to waste any more time, Quinn jogged across the room towards the passageway in the wall. And he had just reached mid-way through the room when the ground beneath his feet broke apart and from within came out a vine that wrapped around his foot.
Quinn stopped in his spot, faced his palm toward the vine creeping up his leg, and immediately the vine incinerated into ashes.
"What the hell was that? It came out —"
For the second time in the same hour, Quinn couldn't complete his sentence as the ground beneath him started to break. The same vine that had clutched his feet began to come out the breaks.
Ten. . . thirty. . . fifty. . . soon there were around a hundred breaks in the ground, and from every single one of them, dark moss green colored whips of vines with thorns all over their curvature appeared and rose above, increasing in length every second.
Quinn didn't have any words to describe his situation. He wasn't even thinking of commenting on anything. He immediately started to back up as the tips of vines turned towards him. The turning point of chaos was sudden as abruptly, hundreds of vines zapped towards him, all homing towards one target — Quinn.
Body magic coursed through his body faster than ever as he pulled all his facilities to ninety percent with endurance (the only stat he could augment) being augmented beyond his body's natural capabilities.
'Throw zig-zags in there, zig-zags, zig-zags,' repeated Quinn reminding himself not to run in a straight line. A wise decision as vines behind him stabbed places where he had been just a moment ago.
'Beelzebub's Crawlers,' he knew the identity of the vines from taking one glance at them. Beelzebub's Crawlers were like Devil's Snare, but much worse. They attempted to constrict or strangle anything in their surrounding environment, but unlike the Devil's Snare, they didn't wait for their prey to near them; instead, they actively sought out any game that came remotely near them. Over that, they had thorns that would inject venom into their prey's body before pulling them into their ground, where the bodies would decompose, turning into nutrients for the plant.
Quinn hurriedly looked up at the passageway in the middle of the wall that connected this room to the altar's entrance with a curved corridor.
Now a problem presented itself to him in the face of danger; unlike when he jumped down from there, he couldn't go up at the same speed.
Quinn raised his hands, and suddenly, planks of earth protruded out of the great wall like a staircase along a diagonal of the surface. As Quinn jumped on the first one, it turned into limestone for durability, and with that, he started to scale the wall by climbing stairs that he created for himself.
"Oh no, you don't!" he yelled at a rough dozen vines that came stabbing towards him. His magic thrummed, and a strong cutting curse lopped a considerable chunk of the vines before they could even touch him.
But it wasn't enough; he continued to dodge, cut, and climb, but by the time he was three-quarters way up, the vines had become too much for Quinn to lop off in bunches.
"Okay, I will try that," he decided and stopped on a step. Magic ran unrestricted in his body as gusts of winds started to circle around his body, rings of strong visible hurricane-like winds began manifesting and flowing around his body.
Beelzebub's Crawlers' primitive mind didn't seem to sense any danger. They sensing their prey stop in one place saw an opportunity, and all at once, the hundreds of vines jumped at Quinn.
「Viking's Axe」
Quinn opened his eyes, and with a flex of his muscles, the violent winds, which had almost formed a dome around him, were unleashed in the form of razor-sharp wind cutters on the vines. If one could describe a plant massacre, then this was it. Shreds and scraps of vines fell down onto the ground. The venom inside the vines leaked onto the earth, and the soil sizzled from the sheer corrosiveness.
With the vines seriously damaged, Quinn didn't waste a beat and continued to climb; soon, he was inside the curved corridor.
'Don't stop; you know what's about to happen,' popped in Quinn's mind, and as if his thoughts were heard, the earth behind him started to shake akin to a light earthquake.
"Come," he voiced and stopped at the end of the corridor, standing just below the altar tunnel. "I will show you who's the boss here."
The best way to combat plants was to target them with one thing that was so harmful to them that forests worldwide fell prey to it.
"I didn't use it above because of the risk, but I don't have a problem here," spat Quinn and raised his right towards the corridor.
The shaking on the ground stopped and a silence set inside the cave.
'Here they come.' Quinn could feel it.
Like a wave of water being released into a narrow place, vines over vines of Beelzebub's Crawlers rushed into the corridor towards Quinn, filling it completely.
"Flame on," grinned Quinn.
It was abrupt. Eruptions of fire sparked across the corridor; instantly, the corridor covered with vines was now filled with yellowish-red flames, with the Beelzebub's Crawlers burning within the angry fire.
Quinn squeezed his fist, and the screams of fire became stronger as flames became stronger. He was planning to turn every vine that came after him into dust. When he stopped, the earthen walls and ground were scorched into complete blackness, and if there was light inside the tunnel, he would see the black ashes of the previously vibrant vines filled with vitality.
Deciding that it was enough for today, Quinn climbed out of the tunnel and laid on the altar beside the hole with his arm covering his eyes.
He let out a long groan and whined before he cried out,
"I don't want to go through that every time I go inside!"
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Quinn West - MC - "Oh, screw this, I'm out."
Fluffy - Cerberus - Woke up thinking which idiot cut his nails and what level of stupidity was it to just cut one.
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