The two boys departed from their stalls, the sound of running water echoing in my ears from a faucet, before the doors swung open, and I phased out of my stall, musing at the new information.
So, I’ve confirmed Hoplite is here and apparently, I’m called a Planewalker.
The last time I faced Alhamis’s Champion, it ended with a bitter retreat of abandoning Zlosta and fleeing with my tail literally between my legs. Unfortunately as it was, I couldn’t beat a boy who snapped his fingers and summoned black holes. It was simply unfair.
If I poison him, would I still get the experience?
I mused it over. Killing Hoplite with poison was a bit far-fetched. Surely he’d have measures against it. Maybe if I used hostages? No, that would only work if the hostage was someone he couldn’t afford to hurt.
I needed a Champion’s Blood to be able to get the Heart of Sisyphus and right now, Hoplite was the nearest Champion available. But getting his blood would be… difficult.
“…I just need to check the mirror and I’ll be right ou – “
I was invisible. I made sure of it. Yet, the boy’s gaze landed directly on me, just as my gaze landed directly on him.
Neo Saintarelli
[AAA Recruit]
[Lance Brigade Member]
Lv. 14
He was young. Seventeen, maybe eighteen. Dark-brown hair and burning green eyes, babyish face and tanned skin. He was so young that for a second, I believed he would have a better sense of self-preservation, and understand that his life weighed on what decisions he made next.
Unfortunately, he was young, and thus, stupid. His mouth opened to sound the alarm and my body moved faster than I had ever willed it to. Invisible to visible. Intangible to tangible. My right hand jerked, claws tearing out his Adam’s apple. His cry became a muffled gurgle.
The scent of blood was divine. My teeth, against their will latched his bloody throat.
Bliss shot through me as I ripped his larynx lose. Blood splattered all over the bathroom. The sensation of meat sent wave after wave of ecstasy down me, so much so I almost moaned in delight.
A nightmare shall be as a nightmare is to be.
The boy staggered, dropping forward. Blood pooled from the wound in his neck and I knew there was no time. There was no time to hesitate. If this…Neo boy did not emerge from the bathroom in the next few minutes, his friend would walk in. If the blood and evidence was not wiped clean in the next few minutes, there would be suspicion.
“Bon appetit.”
A nightmare must do as a nightmare must do.
I wondered, for a moment, if different humans had different tastes. Did their different physiological and genetic make-up contribute to different palatal flavors? What then, would be the recipe for the most delicious Alamirian?
Perhaps Erzili will know.
[You have slayed a Recruit of the Alhamisian Adventurer Army!]
[50,620 Experience Points Gained]
The title [Genocidal] has come into effect for the Species: [Human].
[25 Genocide Points Earned]
You are no longer afflicted by the negative status [Blood Parched]
You are no longer afflicted by the negative status [Flesh Famished]
You will need to feed again in [7] Days.
Title [Gorger] has come into effect.
I grabbed the clothes, the uniform, I realized, frowning at the bloodstains. With [Ice Manipulation] I turned on the nearest faucet, seeping the blood-soaked material with water, and then I drew the water out of it, drawing out the blood as well in an improvised wash. I splashed the bathroom with water and drew the water into the sink once more to get rid of any extra evidence.
Racial Skill: [Form Feaster] is Ready.
Skill: [Form Feaster] Lv. Max
Details: A unique skill granted to those of the Ghilan species. Partially eating humans, demi-humans or nightmares will enable you to attain elements of their physical appearance, bits of their knowledge, personality, and abilities. Completely consuming a human, demi-human or a nightmare will enable you to fully take on their physical appearance, and completely gain their memories, knowledge, and abilities.
“Yo, Saintarelli, are you jacking it or something in there? What’s taking you?”
“[Form Feaster].”
The doors opened and Vik emerged, entering into the bathroom. Taller than his friend. Buffer. Dirty blonde hair accompanied a delinquent’s face.
Vik Vistorel
[AAA Recruit]
[Lance Brigade Member]
Lv. 17
“I’m not you, Vistorel,” the words smoothly came from my mouth. “Sex isn’t the only thing on my mind two-four-seven.”
Vik glanced at me, narrowing his eyes a bit. He sniffed into the air, brows raising. “What’s with the weird smell?”
“What smell?”
“Can’t smell it?”
“I typically don’t try to smell stuff in public restrooms.”
Vik’s nose scrunched. “Good idea.” He shook his head. “Come on. Let’s go – that prick Juma’s calling us for a meeting.”
I could hear his steady heartbeat. No difference. No change. Either he couldn’t tell his friend was an imposter, or perhaps my skills at acting were vastly more superior than I realized. Walking behind him and adopting the walking style of the boy, I did a quick refresher of the new set of memories that came with my meal.
I was Neo Saintarelli. Third son of the Saintarelli family. Marisian Father and Alhamisian mother. Oh, mother is a surgeon who moved away from Maris, and father is a thriving businessman? What a beautiful family you have Neo.
The memories didn’t come all at once. I had to actively search through the collection of knowledge of Neo Saintarelli’s memories to find answers. The more I searched, the more knowledge I dredged up, and the more I learned.
And like all teenage boys… there’s a lot of memories of masturbation. Why am I not surprised?
Strange as it was, there was little knowledge on Remitech and Mystech or what a Black Keycard was. Instead, I found
