Awareness

The target mode actually found a lot of flaws which she didn't find. Dye was a little irritated at that. Who wouldn't? There were actually a lot of flaws but she didn't notice them! She was used to be the little porcupine, being on guard to everything around her. This wasn't without reasons but because she felt threatened by her past.

Not knowing something became a sort of fear to her, but instead of the panicky type of fear, she just got annoyed and didn't want it to happen again. She wasn't one to hang up on her past now that she was Dye Red and not who she was before.

The fight went on for another five minutes, Dye's advantage. The puppet slowly uncovered her pattern, but each time, the target mode created a new pattern and threw the puppet into confusion. Dye found out that several times, the pattern was the same as before but the puppet didn't even realize the similarity.

"I don't know what you use to stand on par with me woman, but I don't like it one bit," the puppet said in a cold voice.

"I never planned for you to like it," Dye said, "anyways, you should concentrate into the fight, for all you know, you might be in shambles without knowing why."

"We'll see woman," the puppet charged over, just to miss her again.

It was creepy how the puppet spoke in a human like mannerism but with a cold robot like voice that sounds like a real human. So, the puppet spoke like a human, but his tone was similar to that of a robot. Remembering those robots from Earth, puppets could be considered a more advanced version of AI.

Robots could develop intelligence but never feelings after all.

Dye's mana was slowly recovering. She didn't need much mana with. Target mode, as if the mode was calculating the most efficient way of using mana for her. Every time she used a large portion, it didn't demand the same portion for long until her mana recovered about the same before the huge usage.

Suddenly, the puppet sped up again. It must be going on an overdrive. Dye couldn't guarantee that her spells could hit accurately and fast anymore.

She thought hard about it before consolidating an elips shaped green light above her palm and shot it towards the target ring available.

[Congratulations. Host created a new skill!]

[Name skill : _]

[Skill named Wind Bullet.]

[Congratulations. Host receive 30 mana capacity and 3 skill points for Wind Bullet. ]

[Skill name : Wind Bullet]

[Secondary skill to all wind element spells]

[No mana required/follow the wind element spell used]

[Damage : Calculating.…]

[Damage : current status 219 ]

Dye looked at the new spell she created. It wasn't that hard. To think that she created a spell and even got rewards for it. If she knew about it, she would be created a lot of spells before. Think of the benefits she could've had gotten...

Though, she wasn't able to guarantee that she was able to make another spell in a non dire situation. Only in this kind of a situation did she remember the bullets on Earth. The gunpowder masters in this world had more variations but the speed was not to par. Dye did make it faster in the higher levels on the game so it should work for low levels.

The bullet hit the target ring and the armor finally cracked open.

There inside the puppets stomach was his straw heart, encased in another layer of transparent membrane. The membrane showed the puppets consciousness. If the heart was removed and the membrane was still there, recrafting the same puppet would be a piece of cake.

The transparent membrane, as if sensing that it had become a target, tightly coiled around the heart. Thin white tendrils started to grow from it, but couldn't cover the whole heart as it had insufficient energy. The puppet didn't sense it at all. If he hadn't let go of all his emotions before, he might've realized that his heart was in danger.

But he had let go of his heart and charged recklessly at Dye.

"Checkmate."