Origin Of Evil 17 Rescue

But Dorian didn't care, it wasn't the most urgent thing for him right now.

He took off his bag with difficulty, his entire body aching, his bones hurting and obviously displaced and broken.

As he took it off, he saw that the side of the bag was slashed open, rendering the bag useless. Arteon noticed with pain that most of the contents of his bag had disappeared, probably buried under the rocks.

Fortunately, he still had [Saain's Face] and a few healing items. But he had lost all of his ability books, his clothes and some other stuff.

But if he died, then this wouldn't have any use. He put on [Saain's Face] and looked at his status:

[Boring Guy]

[Race: Human]

[t.i.tle: Butcher]

[HP: 16/150]

[MP: 60/120]

[Strength: 11 (16)]

[Agility: 10 (18)]

[Vitality: 10 (15)]

[Intelligence: 7 (12)]

[Perception: 14 (19)]

[Skill: Kidney Strike, Fade]

[Ability:

[Basic Swordsmans.h.i.+p (Level 3/10)]

[Basic Hand to Hand Combat (Level 4/10)]

[Basic Dagger Mastery (Level 10/10)]

[Basic Sneak (Level 8/10)]

[Basic Throwing Mastery (Level 5/10)]

[Basic Movement Mastery (Level 7/10)]

[Basic Ice Resistance (Level 2/10)]

[Basic Fire Resistance (Level 1/10)]

[Basic Runemaster (Level 1/10)]

[Condition: -Hypothermia: Cold energy has infiltrated your body. Agility dropped by 3. If left untreated, the drop of attributes will worsen with time.

-Tiredness: You haven't slept for multiple days and made a great effort. All attributes dropped by 3. If you continue not sleeping, the drop of attributes will worsen with time.

-Heavy injuries: You have sustained heavy injuries, all attributes dropped by 2.]

[Equipment: …]

Dorian's eyes glued to his skills. He couldn't believe by how much they were raised. His Basic Dagger Mastery had made great strides toward the next rank, and the other skills he used, Hand to Hand Combat, Sneak, Throwing Mastery and Movement Mastery had all experienced a huge growth in levels.

Then, Dorian used every health restoring items he had on him, nursing himself back to health. That made his Heavy Injuries condition disappear, and allowed him to recover somewhat.

Only then could Dorian finally focus on his loot. As he looked at the beheaded body, Dorian couldn't help but sigh. Hadn't it been for the poison on his daggers, he would have truly died today. That also made Dorian re-estimate the Stingers strength.

If they were all as strong as this then it would be very hard for Dorian to destroy the Red Scorpion Gang. Then there was the even more fearsome Red Scorpion, the gang leader. He was even stronger than the Stingers, who could only overwhelm him by fighting 13 against one.

Dorian shook his head and looked at the different colors. The majority of it was green, and a few white ones.

Among the white ones, one was a book, and the other was a red pill. The book was for Hand to Hand combat, so Dorian kept it in his jacket's inner pocket.

Then he examined the red pill.

[Name: Fiery Poison]

[Type: Consumable]

[Rarity: Grey]

[Requirement: None]

[Effects: Deals 150 fire damage if consumed.]

[Remark: This will burn your insides. Literally. Can kill most normal men.]

As he saw this, Dorian began to understand how fearsome and ruthless the Red Scorpion really was. To make sure his subordinates wouldn't reveal information, he gave them this pill, so that they would kill themselves.

Dorian pocketed the pill of course, this could always be useful, he didn't have to use it himself but it could be useful for a.s.sa.s.sination.

Now, there only remained the green items. Three of them to be exact. A wolf pelt, a red robe and a pair of gloves.
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Dorian first looked at the Wolf Pelt:

[Name: Werewolf's Hide]

[Type: Material]

[Rarity: Green]

[Remark: Taken from a werewolf, this has multiple uses.]

This was the first time Dorian saw this kind of item, but he had already guessed that this existed. Those thoughts started back when he read the book he had enchanted, that required the ability Blacksmith.

He put down the pelt and took the robe. It was already red to begin with, but it had been bathing into the blood, making its color even deeper and darker, looking like the rob as actually made of blood.

[Name: Scorpion's Sh.e.l.l]

[Type: Armor]

[Rarity: Green]

[Defense: 10]

[Requirement: Own a killing aura.]

[Effects: Strength +3, killing aura strengthening]

[Evolution Requirement: Drench this item in the blood of the Stingers (1/13)]

[Remark: At first this robe was nothing more than a cosmetic object, but by being drenched in the blood of a magical being, it has gained mysterious strength.]

As he looked over it, Dorian immediately put it on. The robe had at first an unpleasant smell of blood, but once he equipped it the smell disappeared, and instead he felt his control over his aura strengthen.

But he could also feel perverse thoughts attack his mind, trying to turn him into a mindless murdered. But his killing aura seemed to work as a defense against it. He now understood the reason for this strange requirement.

Then, his gaze fell on the last item, the glove.

[Name: Arteon's Revenge]

[Type: Armor]

[Rarity: Green]

[Defense: 35]

[Requirement: Strength 15, Basic Hand to Hand Combat level 5]

[Effects: Strength +5]

[Revenge: Use to summon the spirit of the Alpha Wolf for 30 seconds. Cooldown: 30 minutes.]

[Durability: 500/500]

[Remark: After suffering from an unjust death, Arteon's spirit refused to join the other world and took the form of gloves to unleash his rage upon the world.]

As he looked at the weapon, Dorian took off his [Leather Gloves], losing their Strength +2 effect, used the ability book he had just picked up, raising his Basic Hand to Hand Mastery to level 5, before putting the new gloves on his hands.

Having finished his loot, Dorian looked at pelt on the ground, troubled. Now that his backpack had been destroyed, he couldn't bring much on him. Right now, the only things he had on him were:

[Steel Sword], [Steel Dagger], [Saain's Face], [Sampau's Claw], [Leather Boots], [Scorpion's Sh.e.l.l], his old Metal Bracers and the [Fiery Poison]. He had lost both his sub par daggers too.

Dorian stretched his body, amazed at the magical health regeneration items. A few minutes ago he had multiple broken bones and fractures, but now that his health was restored he was back in peak condition.

He looked at the severed head, and found out that his previous pity had disappeared. He looked back at the wolf pelt and an idea emerged. He folded it and used it to store the severed head before throwing it over his shoulder, and departing.

He met with another group of normal gangsters, and Dorian used the opportunity to test his new strength. The group of six gangsters barely lasted ten seconds before having all died.

At that moment, all Dorian wanted to do was to sleep, but now wasn't the moment, he still hadn't saved Charles.

So Dorian walked to the City Lord's Mansion. He would have ran there if he could, but the tiredness was too much, he felt that if he made another effort he would grow even weaker.

So after one whole hour, Dorian reached the Mansion, which was guarded by numerous guards. As Dorian approached, not even the bravest ones dared to approach him.

In the eyes of the people around, Dorian was a demon aiming to kill everything in sight. But Dorian was too tired to rein in his killing aura and thus let it all out. Adding in his robe's strengthening effect, he truly did look like a demon.

As he approached the guards in front of the huge door of the mansion, Dorian said with a coa.r.s.e voice "I seek an audience with your lord."