Miasma

Now that Brandon had 4.4 corrupt points, he decided to try reassigning the points again. The points were assigned to strength, but something happened.

[Code for "Strength" corrupted]

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Name: Brandon Sanchez

Race: Human

Lower Class

Awakening: Digitized (73%) [...] Thunder (28%)

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Health: 40 (2,000)

Strength: 10*

Agility: 65

Resistance: 50

Energy: 90 (1,800)

Miasma: 42

Control: 60

Attitude: 347 + ??

Free Points: 9 + 0.4*

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Cold Mind Level 5 (93%)

Lightning Manifestation Level 3 (23%)

"What happened to my strength?" Brandon's face turned pale.

[...]

[After analyzing the master's body, he is stronger than before. According to the few records I could read with my current capacity, one corrupt point is equal to 10 points of normal strength.]

Brandon's pessimism turned around when a smile appeared on his face. "So, does that mean at the first level, I can become 10 times stronger than anyone else?"

[It has not yet been confirmed that corrupt points can break the barrier of 600, where they may even stop before that.]

Brandon lost his excitement again. Still, it was inconclusive how far he could go.

[Remembering that the production of the vest ended 3 days ago while he was sleeping.]

Brandon remembered that he had left the production of a vest. He just didn't remember where it was.

Brandon searched everywhere for the vest, but he couldn't find it. "Did someone come into my room?"

[YES, if the master allows me, when the vest was finished, it was immediately transferred to your dimensional collar.]

Brandon stopped searching. "Wait, if you knew where it was, why didn't you tell me?"

[The master seemed so entertained and excited searching for the vest that I couldn't interrupt him.]

Brandon rolled his eyes. "Is it me or do you sound more and more human every time?"

[Insufficient data. My mother is calling me master, I'll be back later.]

"If you don't have a mother," Brandon yelled. "This AI is evolving more and more."

"Well, let's see this vest," Brandon said, pulling the vest out of his storage and holding it up to the light.

It was a red vest with small black spots. It was open in the middle with buttons to fasten it.

Brandon infused his energy into the vest to see its function. The vest disappeared and covered Brandon's body.

At that moment, Brandon felt his cells become active and felt like he would never get tired.

[Unnamed Vest: Puts the user into a frenzy for 5 minutes, doubling the distributed damage while their resistance remains unchanged for 10 minutes. The vest turns black when it loses energy and recharges in a dimensional day, returning to its reddish color.]

"What a great function!" The clothing he had obtained until now barely had functions like slowing wear or some small shield.

"If I can make this function faster and produce it in quantity, I could open a great store," Brandon thought. "Not just to create clothing and weapons. I had plans to embark in other areas as well."

Brandon left through the window as usual, jumping between buildings until he reached outside the shelter.

He had his newly created mask and vest, as well as his double swords on his back. Previously, he had only ventured into the outer areas of the wasteland, but this time he decided to go further in.

His strength had increased significantly, and now he would need more cores to corrupt his other stats.

He spread his wings and flew into the barren wasteland, heading towards a mountain that separated the outer and inner wasteland.

As he moved deeper in, it became darker, and the only source of light was the glowing reddish miasma. The thicker the miasma became, the more points per second of this energy he gained.

On his way to the mountain, he had dodged and left behind many beasts that only slowed his progress.

Brandon was flying over the land when he encountered a group in front of him. They wore suits that emitted a light that repelled the reddish energy.

Brandon didn't pay attention to them, he just increased his flying height and passed over them.

However, his mind resonated with alarms, and he flapped his wings with force, rising to see a stake the size of a tree pass just inches from him.

He maneuvered his flight and turned around, undoing his wings to fall in a nosedive.

The fall caused his body to shake as he hit the ground, but it didn't affect him much. "What does this mean?" Brandon commented.

The group approached, and it could be seen that there were five of them. A druid, two orcs, and two centaurs.

"You don't have to know who we are. Just give us the treasure that allows you to walk in the wasteland without being affected by the miasma."

They could see that the miasma surrounded Brandon as if it were normal, so they assumed he had some tool or relic that allowed one to walk normally in the miasma.

Something of such caliber was unheard of, but it didn't mean it didn't exist. The treasures in the hunting dimensions were not something that common sense could comprehend.

Brandon's face darkened. He could feel by the aura that these people emitted that their power was almost at the limit of the first level.

It was understandable since they walked naturally on the limits of the external parts of the wasteland. Brandon had no time to lose, he had to escape, so the first thing he did was almost instantaneously load two electric bombs and throw them.

Something happened at that moment. When the bombs left Brandon's hands, the energy of the bombs was dissolved by the miasma around them.

*Laughs*

"Insolent, did you really think of attacking with elemental powers in such thick miasma?" The druid commented.

He put his hand on the ground, and the ground started to move when red roots emerged. The druid smiled, and the roots began to attack Brandon. Brandon could see that the druid still had his hands on the ground.

"Luzbel, look for alternatives."

[Calculating...]

Brandon dodged the vine attacks while the other four companions of the druid just smiled. It was lucky for Brandon that they didn't join the attack.

[Master, try to use your electric attribute by using the miasma. Maybe you can attack this way.]

Brandon didn't think much and felt that energy that had been calm inside him. He used his will to move this energy through the electric core, creating two bombs again.

"Trying to attack with natural powers again? It's useless," the druid yelled.

Brandon just followed his instincts and released the bombs which, unlike before, had a white color mixed with red and black.

*Bzzz*

Brandon used his strength and sent the bombs towards the attackers, who were laughing but quickly changed their expression.

Unlike before, when the bomb disintegrated as soon as it left Brandon's hands, these bombs continued on their path so quickly that the attackers could barely react.

The electrical energy was stimulated by the miasma around it, growing in size until it was as large as the druid.

*Bzzz*

"Agh" A scream.

Bzzz