Reborn As An Evolving Monster



Under the dark barrier, the white-scaled Monster Devoured as fast as it could to replenish its Mana, Endurance, and Health Points.

Suddenly, 

Thump- Thump-

'They fell...? Was the Magic or-'

"I call upon thee, the Destroyer above all other Destroyers. The one whose name became synonymous with Destruction. The one whose Strength rivaled that of the Primordial Behemoth..."

An Incantation.

The white-scaled Monster had encountered neither foe nor ally who had used Incantations.

But his experiences and the discussion with the Undead Lich led to a shiver going down his spine.

Sacrifice. Give & Take. 

The stronger a Magic Skill is, the harder it is to use. The simplest application of that thought is the cost of Mana. The stronger a Magic Skill is, the more Mana it consumes. But using more Mana isn't the only way to sacrifice. 

The Link between the Forest and Yarnha made the Spirit powerful, but it also made it vulnerable to attacks on the forest.

Incantations take time. They also reveal one's intent and location.

Who would want to chant an Incantation before using a Magic Skill?

The vast majority don't want to, which is why none have until now.

But that's partly because most believe them to be unnecessary. 

Most importantly, Incantations can be considered as a part of a Ritual, or even a Ritual in and of themselves.

For Summoning Magic, Incantations are, more often than not, necessary.

Mark brought down the barrier immediately

"The Destroyer, The Twelfth Of The Fallen, and The Fifth Calamity..."

Its Titles had been called.

A greenish-dark Aura started rising from the Undead Lich's body.

Mark brought his hands together.

Purging Ray-

One of the Signs above the Undead Lich disappeared after opening a Portal which took away the attack.

"Answer my call, for the sake of our ambition..." The Aura started separating from the Undead Lich.

Mark leaped forward!

Too many Signs!

Attacking from afar won't cut it.

But the Incantation was already coming to an end.

"Destroy your Lord's enemies, Abaddon."

Time seemed to stop as its Name was called.

A wave that was neither Mana nor Aura traveled across the room.

The floor, walls, and ceiling started shaking.

Before even appearing, it let its presence be known.

It was completely different than before.

What was about to stand between Mark and the Undead Lich wasn't the Mummified body of an Ancient Commander.

Summoning Magic.

The Being's Titles and Name had been called.

Both Body and Soul had been called.

And the Being had answered the call.

From the greenish-dark Aura, its body emerged.

The whole structure shook violently as its feet hit the ground, and did not stop shaking.

Had the -Spark Of The Primordial Flame- not brought down the ceiling, the Being's presence surely would have.

Its Name was something that Mark vaguely recognized.

Judging by the presence and Aura that oozed out of that Being, winning was impossible.

Mark had felt it even before it had appeared.

The feeling was similar to that of being in Raven's presence.

Overwhelming strength projected by Aura.

This is why Mark hadn't stopped moving.

As soon as the Being's feet touched the ground, Mark thrust the Dark Corrupting Spear forward, aiming for the Calamity's neck.

It had dodged so quickly, and so swiftly, that Mark thought it had disappeared.

He pulled the Weapon back, and aimed it at the creature's chest.

It hit!

The Dark Corrupting Spear hit the Calamity's chest!

But it couldn't pierce through its skin.

The Calamity's hand moved. Once again, with overwhelming speed.

It grabbed the Spear.

Mark knew that he couldn't take that Spear back, so he immediately let go of it.

He ran beyond the Calamity, while keeping the Dark Corrupting Spear in mind.

Using Corruption Control, he could tell when the Weapon would move, and towards which direction.

'Abaddon? What is... What does this mean?' The Undead Lich stared at the Calamity it had Summoned. At the Calamity, it used to know. 'Why... Is your knee against the ground? Did you... Kneel? To him?'

Mark moved as fast as he could!

There was only one thing to do.

If the Summoned cannot be defeated, defeat the Summoner!

It was only once the white-scaled Monster was one step away from the Undead Lich, that the latter's gaze moved towards the former.

'What... Does it mean?'

Overwhelmed by shock and confusion, the Undead Lich could not even think about moving, dodging, or using Magic.

The white-scaled Monster's right arm was imbued with the Power of the Giants, and its fist landed on the Undead Lich's body.

BOOM-

CRACK- CRACK-

As the Boss Monster was launched towards the wall, Mark's whole body shivered.

Corruption Control-

The Dark Corrupting Spear had moved.

That Calamity was moving!

Mark turned around as fast as he could!

The Dark Corrupting Spear had been raised.

Drip- Drip-

Drops of blood fell to the ground, as the Calamity pierced its own heart using that very Spear.

'...?'

There was no time to be confused or surprised! The Undead Lich was still alive!

The white-scaled Monster quickly cut through the rising dust.

Partial Gigantification-

The Undead Lich's remaining arm was stolen, and swallowed right away.

"No more Signs for you."

The dust settled, with the Undead Lich on the ground, its ribcage and spine cracked and its arms missing. Mark was standing over the Undead Lich, with his foot pressing the Undead Lich's skull against the ground.

"Who... Are you?"

"What kind of question is that? Asking that now?"

[The Title "Potential Demon King Candidate" looks at the Undead Lich.]

'You didn't have to answer.' Mark thought.

Why did Abaddon kneel?

Why did the Calamity pierce its own heart?

Who are you?

Destroy your Lord's enemies-

The Undead Lich's eyes shone brighter for a second.

'Why... Didn't I sense them before? He holds them. Parts of them. Shards of the Deadly Sins! I should have recognized them earlier!!'

Instantly, a torrent of thoughts took over the Undead Lich's mind.

Reborn.

Potential Demon King Candidate.

Dark Magic.

Necromancy.

Abaddon kneeling.

"Did he recognize him... As a worthy Candidate...?" The Undead Lich whispered to itself.

"Huh?"

Gaavah.

The Demon Lord of Pride.

"So that was your answer..." The Undead Lich could feel the pressure on its skull increase. "Azael?"

Just when the skull was about to break,

"Ha! I'm not about to make the same mistake twice."

"...?"

Snap-

The foot had rapidly been moved, snapping the Undead Lich's neck and spine instead.

The Skull was disconnected from the body, and held in Mark's hand.

"I'm keeping you with me. Hope you don't mind."

"What?"

"You can be pretty helpful."

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