Miasma pistols

Morgan stayed there plastered in pain as he was exhausted beyond belief, after all, to receive the occupation of "Miasma master", and inherit the memories necessary to utilize its uses was no easy feat.

Especially since those who walk the path of a "Miasma master" are those who willingly cast aside their humanity to enter the world of the forbidden.

As a result of such forbidden knowledge, he had to feel extreme pain, that was the trade-off to acquire it, and in all his life, he has never felt something as painful as this, compared to the knowledge of being an assistant alchemist which made his brain feel like it was on the verge of exploding in his head, this felt way worst and that was an honest fact, it was as if his brain was being burned and torn apart at the same time.

He felt nauseous, really nauseous, his head hurts more than anyone can imagine, much less comprehend, information flooded his mind like a raging river, as he began to learn the art of Miasma manipulation.

The Darkness and the shadows were one, the body and mind are just an illusion, and the soul was just a morbid concept, as its true form is ethereal consciousness, more and more knowledge invade his mind.

He was developing the urge to murder, the urge to experiment, the urge to fix, improve, and alternate, his mind became a mess, and he saw inhumane things, but beyond those inhumane acts, he saw potential, he saw beauty in the unknown, it baffled him, he needs to see the void for what it truly was until then he felt lost in his existence, he felt incomplete, he felt wronged.

However the path of a Void lord was not an easy thing to accomplish, he will reach the summit, if not now, then tomorrow, if not tomorrow then fifty years from now.

The point was the fact that to him, time did not matter, he had all the time in the world to conduct research, so for now he would worry about the present that is now.

And luckily this time around, Morgan got a skill to go with his new occupation, and the name of the skill he got this time around was called "Miasma pistols" it was a skill that allows him to create dual pistols.

Amazingly this world has no pistols, the closest things they have are bombs and cannons, the idea of a pistol or a firearm has not graced this land with its convenience as yet.

And even so, the cannons they have, are too huge to carry around, as it was made to kill fire dragons, although the most common of the dragon species, they are without a doubt the most annoying to deal with.

They're like wolves they always stay in pacts, our only saving grace is the fact, that the dragon's body is so large, they have to always stay around the mountain edges, where they can use their wings to glide in the sky, and honestly speaking, they only come to attacks village-like these if the food supply is short, it's like taking a risk for them, but compared to the other nations that had cannons this village no such means of protection, however, the Cake family did have an old siege weapon called a catapult

However though, with my new occupation, the bonus of otherworldly knowledge does have its perks, for one with the occupation of the assistant alchemist, Morgan could create new alloys including new potions, although there are zenith items alchemists such as himself inspire to create, it is but two things, life, and the Theory stone.

With the Theory stone, Morgan could create any alloys known or unknown to man, it was simple as that.

For now, however, he was lying there, resting, for about an hour, the fatigue that took over his body was too much for his weak self to handle.

But right after, he got up, still naked, it wasn't a problem seeing he had plans to steal some clothes, right after he said that, he open the Erotica and just gaze at it with interest as his thirst for knowledge find the existence of the system rather perplexing since it defies everything he knows about Alchemy and the dark arts.

"If I had to make a guess then I would say that the Erotica is the system's main body in a way, but apart from that I can't conclude or deduct anything else about its existence, fascinating indeed."

"However the material of this book is unlike anything I have ever seen, is it leather, or maybe its monster hide, aghh... No, it can't be either, leather is a little rigid, and monster hide tends to be rough 90% of the time so what exactly is it, hmmm... could it be human skin, it feels similar although a little off."

"Damit Morgan get yourself together let's worry about this some other time."

Morgan was tired but the system still said there were a couple of things that needed to be explained.

So he put the idea of testing out his power to the side as well as he asked the system.

"So what is left to be explained?"

The system replied right after the question was asked, as it said while writing words into reality.

[Well nothing much really, all other functions are locked till further notice, and it seems that you need to get to your mission's finish, let me just explain your stats board to you, ok so I'm going to turn you to the status page, as your stats is there]

Right after, the System turned to yet another page, and before Morgan's eyes, he could see there was a clear picture of him on the fine paper.

He was was 5" 5, which was considered average height, he had long black hair that was curly and reached his upper back, and passing his neck, meanwhile, his skin had a unique color tone to it, as it was albino, because of this the villagers gave him the nickname Milk.

"I know it's a stupid nickname."

But apart from that, what made him stand out the most apart from being cute-looking at best, or as my bitch of a girlfriend once said, I look like a lost and cute puppy.

Meanwhile, however, Morgan also possesses silver eyes, that go along with his skin, so that's a plus he guesses, but in this world being cute won't cut it, you need more than cuteness on your side.

Power over all, hell even our politics are based on who is the strongest, kind of stupid if you ask me, but it is what it is.

But what Morgan finds weird about his character sheet, is the fact that he was naked as well.

"So System, would you kindly explain to me what I'm looking at."

[That you on the page, it should be obvious, you see this page here keeps track of your progress and can give you a general idea of how strong and equipped you are, it even comes with a "Hp" bar to keep track of your health]

"Hp bar."

[Yeah, it's under the stats synopsis which should give you a basic overview of where you stand in this world in terms of power, hell I even went as far as putting ranking systems, to show you how strong you have become]

[But yeah check out your stat sheet]

The system told me in an excited tone, and of course, Morgan complied with its orders.

"Ok, sure I will."

Right after Morgan gazes down at his stat sheet, to see where he stands, and it reads as follows.

[Status sheet]

[Personal Information]

|Name: Morgan| Age: 18 | Race: Human | Occupation: Alchemist/ Miasma-master| 

|Level: 1| Hp: 500/500| Alignment: True neutral| Moniker: Milk | Wives: Maidenless| 

[Individual Stats]

|Strength: F>E [0.00%] |Agility: F>E [0.00%]| 

|Endurance: F>E [0.00%] |Luck: F>E [0.00%]| 

[Occupation skills]

Otherworldly knowledge: E> D+

.I was dumb but now I am smart, this skill is only given to those who have access to knowledge not of their original world, in some cases, those with otherworldly knowledge are a pain to deal with as they fight with methods unheard of an incomprehensible to the person picking a fight with them in the first place.

Miasma pistols: B+

.The ability to create two giant pistols, using your blood and shadows, and since Miasma is the power of corruption, negativity, and curses, this skill allows you to use your blood as bullets, which consist of five special curses, with different percentages to take effect, each bullet is strong enough to blow a hole in a thick tree and could shoot off limbs with ease and the five curse are as follows.

[Bleeding curse: 20%]: This curse make the victim bleed out slowly or fastly depending on the

user's desire, as it will react to the caster's emotions.

[Unhealable wound: 10%]: A regenerator's worst nightmare, revoking their ability to heal, but the curse also makes sure that the closer you are to them, the pain of said wound will double every second at a time, at a limitless rate, and it is also permanent, the only way this will not take effect is if the user is more than 5khm away from you, as the wound will disappear.

[Misfortune curse: 3%]: Slowly eats away the victim's luck stats to nothing, and the only way to rid yourself of it is by killing the caster.

[Sensless curse: 2%]: a curse that destroys one of the body's five senses, there is no cure or method to lift it, because even killing the caster won't help you.

[Absolute death: 0.0001%]: The only thing left for the victim once hit by this is death because the body, the memory, the soul, and the victim's very being and existence, will be erased to the point reality would have to correct itself.

Upon reading this my eyes, soon went to the personal skills section, although it's only one, it seems to be very strong.

[Personal skills]

.Shadow manipulation: Lvl 1: the ability to manipulate the shadows around you at a beginner level, you can now manipulate and create objects from your shadow and others.

After reading this detailed status board, Morgan was intrigued by the mere thought of having power, even if it was only a little, although it's not that satisfying if it borrowed power, but is better than nothing.

"Agh... I can't complain, I like them."

[Well I'm glad you like it, so I believe you can take care of yourself from here]

The system announces.

"Well it's a lot of information, but I think I am alright from here, thanks a lot System."

[Well I will be going into temporary hibernation, I won't wake up, till you complete your current mission, so good luck, and have fun]

"How can killing be fun."

[Aww, you get used to it, it will be like popping bubbles, but a thousand times better]

"I highly doubt that."

[Hahah well you see, anyways good night]

And with those words, the Erotica shrinks down in size and returns to its chain form as it wraps itself around my neck.

"Well, I guess I have to come up with a plan to kill that damn sicko, sigh I never killed a person before though, haha... well the quickest way to off him would be one bullet through the head.... although the mission said I have to torture him, mmm.... this going to be harder than I expected."

"Ok... let's test out the miasma pistol."

With that said, Morgan began to look around for a decent target, but in the end, he just settle on a tree, it was forty meters away from where he is standing.

"This should be far enough."

So with that said, he gazed at the tree before him, paused as he closed his eyes; and began looking back at the knowledge presented to him, so he can use his newfound skills, with that said he began to picture two pistols in his hand.

And when he did that a weird aura of different colors began to manifest in both of his hands, you see in his left hand a red aura appears, while in his right a black aura appears, the two auras then began to form two twin pistols with long barrels, and ax-blade between the barrel and the trigger.

The two of them look different but similar to each other nonetheless.

In his left hand was a red pistol with black outlines, and symbols, while in his right was a black pistol with red outlines and symbols.

They look beautiful, almost like something only a noble would have.

Morgan could not take his eyes off these pistols, they were beautiful, so beautiful, and majestic looking, they were created in a fashion that can attack from close range, and long range.

"So this is the skill Miasma pistol skill, I wonder how destructive, can it get?"

He asks in awe, feeling the gun from the barrel to the trigger.

"Well, then the only way to know is to shoot something, so lets you try it out."

With new confidence in himself, he looks at the tree, preparing to shoot it.

Right after, he took up the red pistol and attempted to align it with the center of the tree to shoot and blow it to bits, but his hand was shaking too much, however, he remembered a trick in his memory, that can help him stabilize his aim, so he tries holding his breath.

'I see this works, although only a little.'

Morgan said to himself.

And after adjusting to it for a while, he manages to align it somewhat keeping it steady, so satisfied with the poor stance, he pull the trigger, and my God, a loud sound could be heard, which made the nearby birds fly off in fright.

POWWW!!!

But even after aligning the shot properly, he flew back into another tree behind him, as the recoil on this thing was insane for being a pistol.

It was like shooting a literal cannon with one hand.

However despite the insane recoil, the damage was something else, because the bullet did not catch the tree, instead, he caught the big stone beside it, breaking it in half while still piercing a piece of the tree.

Morgan was so shocked at the sight of the destruction, that he forgot the slight pain he felt at the back of his head... In both awe and shock, he gaze at the weapon in his left hand and said.

"This thing is freaking awesome."