21 night ambush and the savage avengers (chapter 21)
Chapter 21
In his bed, a contented Oliver sat, a persistent smile playing on his lips. He toyed with the symbiote suit, its movements now accompanied by a radiant purple glow, signaling its recent upgrade. Like an animate second skin, the symbiote crawled and clung to his form, showcasing newfound power through additional options and upgraded original features.
[ Name: Symbiote ]
[ Grade: Purple ]
[ Description: A fragment of the primordial living abyss, this symbiote consciousness has been erased, rendering it a powerful, shape-shifting entity. It envelops the user in an otherworldly suit, enhancing strength, durability, and speed to superhuman levels. However, the symbiote is vulnerable to fire and sound. ]
[ Option 1: Abyssal Surge - Unleashes a surge of dark energy, temporarily increasing the user's strength, durability, and speed by 10 times for 1 hour once a day, while damaging any living within a 10-foot radius of the user and ignoring the user's weaknesses. (Rank: E) (Active) ]
[ Option 2: Umbral Cloak (Rank: E) (Active) - Shrouds the user in an impenetrable cloak of darkness, rendering them invisible to the naked eye for the next 25 minutes. While in this state, the user can move silently and gain a heightened awareness of their surroundings. ]
[ Durability: 100% ]
Observing the new option, Oliver's smile widened. "Well, although the duration of the first option didn't increase, it did double in effectiveness," he noted, reveling in the augmented power. The symbiote's embrace induced a sense of comfort, and soon, its gentle rhythm lulled Oliver into a peaceful slumber.
-Scene Change-
The savage land lay cloaked in the shroud of the night. A realm where only seasoned hunters dared to tread. Oliver, bone sword sheathed at his waist, navigated the darkness with an ease that surprised even him. Despite lacking any manifest draconic features, his enhanced functions granted him a semblance of night vision, illuminating the otherwise obscure terrain.
His purpose for venturing into the nocturnal wilderness was straightforward—it was the night of the full moon. Tonight, the elusive moon flowers would bloom, their magical essence a sought-after commodity. When ground into a paste and dissolved in water, these flowers produced a potent elixir that accelerated the growth of plants. Oliver had previously experimented with these flowers, discovering their unique properties. The solution derived from moon flowers not only boosted plant growth but also possessed remarkable healing properties when applied to wounds.
Approaching the moon flower clearing, Oliver paused, emitting a thoughtful grunt. His keen eyes scanned the surroundings—ground, bushes, and tree branches—all seemingly undisturbed. A more pronounced grunt escaped him as his gaze ascended the trees. High above, shadowy figures lurked, armed with cold weapons and hidden among the branches, an unexpected sight in the moonlit night.
The figures, previously concealed among the tree leaves, now leaped toward Oliver in unison, prompting him to agilely retreat to avoid their sword thrusts. The crimson hue of their attire caught his attention, triggering a surprised expression on his face. "What? The same guys who were after me when I stole that golden goblet?" Oliver, recognizing the dress of these assailants, felt a renewed tension in his body.
A sudden realization struck him, and he wondered, "Wait, does that mean that I am in the modern world?" As the red-clad ninjas attacked simultaneously, Oliver found their movements sluggish. His encounters with swift dinosaurs had trained his reflexes, and his enhanced physiology outpaced the attacks of these modern adversaries. Stepping aside, he unsheathed his bone sword, radiating an intense glow, revealing its formidable status.
[ Name: Tyrant's Bane ]
[ Grade: Blue ]
[ Description: Forged from the formidable femur bone of a T-Rex and adorned with a handle wrapped in the untamed leather of a Spinosaurus, this sword exudes an aura of ancient power. Its edge, sharpened to a deadly perfection, tells tales of epic battles. ]
[ Option 1: Emberstrike (Rank: E) (Active) - Unleashes a burst of scorching embers upon a successful strike, igniting the enemy and dealing additional fire damage over time. ]
[ Option 2: Primeval Harmony (Rank: E) (Passive) - Attunes the wielder with the primeval spirits, granting a 50% increase in agility, strength, and reflexes when facing prehistoric adversaries. ]
[ Durability: 94% ]
Upon gripping the sword, Oliver experienced heightened balance, speed, and coordination. Time seemed to slow as he deftly beheaded one ninja and impaled another mid-jump. The remaining ninja, sensing the futility, turned and fled, leaving Oliver with an amused yet chilling smile. His past two years had taught him a fundamental lesson—eliminating threats was often the only viable option.
Abruptly, a luminous beacon flashed, catching Oliver's attention. He sighed, acknowledging, "Even if I am in the modern world, that changes nothing. I am still leveling up, and that is all that matters." With determination, he moved toward the fleeting light.
-Scene Change-
In the vicinity of a crumbling ancient structure, Oliver, now adorned in the symbiote, stood undaunted. His invincible demeanor contrasted sharply with the horrifying sight before him—a colossal humanoid abomination. Towering at 15 feet with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth, three bone stones protruding from its head like dragon horns, and a lower body resembling that of a horse, it emanated an aura of terror. A peculiar wizard-like figure, Kulan Gath, stood before the monstrosity, performing a prayer-like motion.
"Welcome, I am Kulan Gath, your loyal servant," he declared, gesturing toward several figures, some familiar to Oliver, others not. Among them were a badly beaten Wolverine, a recognizable Frank Castle (the Punisher), a woman with black hair and Okinawan sai, an African man in a suit with a distinctive white line in his afro hair, and a barbarian. Oliver sighed, then retreated into his shell, emerging with a large horn arrow and a spinal bow.
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A/N now these guys are the hand, and yes, he just beheaded them, and no, he isn't going to behead every enemy, (if the plot doesn't require him).
PS: i am planning on, well, i AM making a socially awkward, when it comes to talking with other people, which i belive makes sense given the history of the body and his own history, (which should be easy given my lack of social skills).
