I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 69: Transversing The Gloomy Forest [part 2]

By the time Northern realized how much trouble they were in, it was too late.

Just when he decided to close the distance between him and Night Terror, to inform the creature of the danger they had failed to see while hoping that it would understand that at times like this, running away was not a bad idea.

A bigger Corpse Eater suddenly jumped out of the darkness, slashing downward on Night Terror’s torso, but the latter had already seen it coming and was able to lurch backward a moment before.

This provided it with the chance to react with an even more ferocious attack, launching its claws into the abdomen of the monster.

The air seemed to split as Night Terror’s monstrous arm lunched forward, easily piercing into the monster’s abdomen with its sharp claws and coming out from the back.

The powerful Terror raised the impaled monster to the sky, bathing itself in its black blood, as four eyes gleamed with the promise of more horror to come.

At that moment, the smaller corpse eaters jerked backward and began to scramble back into the darkness, running for their lives.

Northern stared, frozen in surprise.

’Crap...I know it’s powerful, but... crap once again! This is so unfair.’

Night Terror retracted his hand from the monster’s abdomen, leaving its body to lifelessly topple to the ground. He turned around with a whitish core in his hand, looked at Northern in the eye, and swallowed it.

Northern raised a brow.

”What the hell was that for... you don’t have to rub it in my face!”

Night Terror seemed to shrug while turning away and walking ahead.

Northern looked around them, a slight frown creasing his brows.

’It’s still not a bad idea that we should move quickly to avoid any further confrontations with these things.’

Considering the size of the corpse eater Night Terror had just killed, It was probable to guess that its danger level was higher than a Hazard.

’...or maybe Disaster or even calamity.’

That was oftentimes the explanation for a creature’s differences from the others.

Who knew if other monsters of higher danger levels might be around? This was why the Northern deemed it best that they should try to get out of the forest as fast as they could.

So, he hurried forward while thinking of what he was going to do to hurl Night Terror into action.

Upon getting towards the monster, Northern increased his speed, rushing forward as fast as he could... the result was of course... impressive.

At that moment, he seemed to shoot forward, eating up the distance between him and the walking Terror.

Northern, upon reaching the monster’s side, grabbed its hand and then bolted forward again, dragging Night Terror with him.

At least that was how it was supposed to go.

However, the terror pulled back its hand, dragging Northern back and flinging him away. Northern rolled back with quite a bit of force– blame the tremendous speed he was using.

He tumbled to the ground and rolled away before managing to spring back up.

Night Terror watched with a priceless ”oops, sorry” expression etched on its face.

Northern silently stood up and walked forward without saying a word.

Perhaps it was because of the flood of embarrassment he was currently drowning in or he was just so angry with the monster that he was not going to care anymore.

Night Terror watched the human walk past him without saying a word.

Its head slowly followed Northern as his little figure walked from the back to the front and continued to go deeper into the forest.

Weirdly, the stalwart monster converted its face into a sorry expression that made its hideous appearance a little bit acceptable.

Northern suddenly stopped and marched back angrily.

He stopped in front of Night Terror, frowning and almost bursting from rage due to the anger that almost consumed him.

”I was trying to save your life just now, did you have to do that?!”

Night Terror jerked its head backward as the human, in the process of shouting, spat into his face.

Northern didn’t seem to have noticed, but the monster was trying to avoid being bathed with his spit.

”Can’t you see it!” Northern shouted again.

Night Terror cocked his head, cleanly dodging another spittle.

”We could die in this forest, there are so many of those things. Shouldn’t we be running through this place right now?” Northern asked in a panicked manner.

Night Terror moved back a little, dodging the last of the human’s angry spit. It moved back and rested one of its horrifying limbs on Northern’s shoulder.

Northern’s eyes lowered towards it, and they looked back at the monster’s hideous face.

”What?” He grunted.

Night Terror did not say a thing and just continued to pat his shoulder.

This kept going on for a couple more seconds. Eventually, Northern felt irritated and flung the monster’s hand away from his shoulders.

Northern had thought that he would at least save Night Terror’s life more than the latter had so that he, too, would prove to the monster how strong he had gotten since that first encounter.

But he couldn’t help but admit that Night Terror was an overpowered monster.

Their continuous journey through the forest further cemented this fact into his head.

With Night Terror’s refusal to run through the forest, Northern had no choice but to walk side by side with the monster. Since he couldn’t boast of having a great sight in the dark.

And as predicted, they were attacked by even more Corpse Eaters of higher danger levels.

[You have slain a Disastrous Savage: Corpse Easter]

[You have gained +2 talent fragments]

Northern was surrounded from all sides, but he was holding on well, with the Mortal Blade in one hand and the silver dagger in the other.

He carved through several monsters with his weapons, as white and red sparks blinked in the pitch darkness at intervals.

He was fast and quick to spring into action, but the pitch darkness greatly limited how much he could do.

Northern could only go for the kill when they were lunging towards him.

Because of those times buried in the war, Northern found out that he had developed extremely fast reflexes and his sense of perception had greatly increased as well.

It was as if he could sense murderous intents.

The moment a monster lunged at him with its crude teeth ready to tear him apart, he could accurately sense it without having to see it coming, and he could even tell where the attack would be coming from.

If he was too late to spring into action, his reflex was always saving him by the skin of his teeth.

His heart would beat tremendously as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

Every moment he barely saved himself from being killed, it made his blood curl.

There was no getting used to the fear of death.