68 Trouble Incoming

A new section had opened up in the system interface. [Special Skills]

Name: Raikou | Age: 15

Cultivation: Rank 4 Expert - 1st Level (0/1,000,000)

Energy: 3,000/3,000

Race: Human/Numen

Class: Omni Cultivator (SSS) +8 in all variable stats on each level up

Strength: 372

Agility: 407

Toughness: 438

Intelligence: 276

Wisdom: 276

Charm: 20

Skills: Fiendgod Body Refining Method (Transcendence). Cloud Steps (Transcendence). Cloud Slashes (Transcendence). Energy Cloak (Small Perfection). Aura (Great Perfection). All-Hearing Eyes (Small Perfection). Blessing of Healing (Initial).

Special Skills:

- Mimicry (Change into any form. Cannot be detected by anything.)

- Erebus (Transform into a being of darkness. Increases the user's realm by 1. Body will lose all stats for 6 months, 1 hour after usage.)

- Ao (Transforms into a being of light. Heals everything, including user, within a 100m radius of most injuries/illnesses. Body will lose all stats for 12 months, 1 hour after usage.)

(A/N: A little change)

Passive Skills:

- Skill: Sword Grandmaster (Passive)

Rank: A

Mastery: Peak

- Skill: Void

Rank: SSS

Mastery: Initial

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Seeing the improvements, Raikou's eyes felt like they would fall out of his head. One breakthrough had given him such strength. All his stats went up by 100, even his charm increased by 4!

There were too many changes that had occurred and it was too much for his mind. He took a seat to calm himself and slowly evaluate everything that had transformed. His species changing was the most mind boggling of the changes, as it was something completely unexpected. He had never heard of a 'Numen' and as such, did not know how to feel about it as of yet.

The special skills he had acquired were broken. They simply shouldn't be allowed. The Ao skill excited him, as it gave him one more trump card to save those around him. Mimicry would allow him to hide anywhere and peek on anyone.

"Hehe, should I partake in the MC tradition of peaking into the women's baths?" There was a lascivious glint in his eyes.

Shaking it off, he looked at the status once again.

His energy had shot up from 1,800 to 3,000 in one breakthrough. It reminded him that he needed to see how much energy each skill took up, but the increase was astronomical nonetheless.

"My head hurts from all this thinking. I'm going to think about the rest later." He got up and left the storage area.

The sight by which he was met wasn't one he expected. Over thirty cultivators were stood outside the storage room waiting for him. Their eyes were all filled with greed and disdain for him.

"Hand over the treasure that was born here." A bald monk-like man stepped out and spoke. "Amitabha. That treasure will only bring you misfortune, as you're not strong enough to protect it. As a monk, I am benevolent enough to take it off your hands. You can even join the monastery I am a part of."

(A/N: Every monk is a buddhist in my novel. I don't want any smart alecs bringing up some fancy history of how I used their phrases incorrectly. If you do, I may cry, so don't.)

Raikou inspected the crowd, which gave him some troubling information. The weakest of the thirty was a low level saint and the strongest was nearing the 7th level of the saint realm.

"Well, this is a problem." He thought before responding, "To everyone that wants the treasure that formed. I would like to inform you that I can give it for a fee."

The cultivator's faces lit up. None of them had attacked him so far, as they would then have to deal with each other. An imprompu auction could give them a good reason to gauge each other and give time to call for back up.

After a pause, he continued, "The fee is... You must all individually kiss my ass."

Their expressions of joy immediately twisted into rage. The monk was the first to jump forward and attack.

"Perfect! I wanted to see how strong I am right now." He smiled and unsheated Bishouken.

Raikou was stood in the middle with bodies surrounding him, all charred and cut up. Blood was splattered everywhere and he was only in his underwear. It was a peculiar sight.

"..." The people he had freed were in shock. Stood there, they couldn't move after seeing such a scene.

"He killed them all within minutes!" "A monster!" They were all whispering among themselves.

A near naked man with a sword in his hand. The onyx hilt looked almost sinister in his hands.

Little did they know, the battle was much harder for him than it looked. His energy was bordering on empty. Blessing of Healing and Aura were used to keep going in the battle and he was currently barely standing.

"Impressive. I can fight over 2 levels higher now. Before I could barely fight someone that was 2 levels higher. Heh." Raikou was overjoyed with his new strength. It wasn't one to scoff at and he probably wouldn't have to fear any cultivator that wasn't a transcendent. Getting the Haldir would be much easier now and Maria wouldn't be able to profit from it. He was excited to give her the ass kicking she was owed.

Ghost came over with some clothes in his hands. "Ice wall!" He erected ice walls all around Raikou.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Wait." The ice slowly melted and the water cleaned his body and the area around him.

"Cool!" Raikou gave him a thumbs up and put on the clothes. It was something they had found from Sawcon's living quarters. They were simple pieces of clothing in all black, but it made him look even more mysterious. Dark colours suited him even more with the violet eyes.

He rubbed his palms together, "Time to loot!"

Running around, he began removing the spatial rings and wielded weapons from the fallen cultivator's bodies.

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In the distance, a man on a horse watched the whole thing play out before riding away.