Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

Charles realized something and exclaimed, "I understand!"

"Blessings will generate corresponding abilities based on inner desires. Refresh effects will also follow a similar direction!"

"Awakening an ability based on a strong inner desire might be difficult. But changing a skill simply based on a desire is much simpler!"

The former is creating something from nothing, while the latter is merely a redistribution of experience points.

"Just now, my will to survive overcame all other forces, thus giving birth to the ability to lock my health and save my life! And luck seems to only determine the quality of this kind of skill."

Realizing this, Charles became even more confident about his future!

"At least I can decide which skill pool to draw from; whether it's an R or an SSR, that's up to luck!"

Having figured out all the key points, Ciel stopped in his tracks.

……

In the brief moment of thought, the negative effect of decreased durability became apparent.

Charles felt his body getting heavier and heavier, while the footsteps behind him became clearer and clearer.

He turned his head and saw that the two pursuers were already less than ten meters behind him.

"We can't waste any more energy, we need to finish this quickly!"

Charles drew a scarlet dagger from his pocket and abruptly turned to stand still.

"What? You stinking rat, aren't you going to run away?"

"Haha, you can't run anymore, can you!"

Seeing that Charles had stopped, the two also slowed down, like cats playing with mice, gripping their longswords and grinning as they approached step by step.

In the dimly lit passage, Charles slowly raised his head. The azure glow of the fluorite illuminated his chin, highlighting his eyes, which radiated endless malice. A slow smile crept onto his lips, revealing a triumphant grin.

"You think you've got me cornered?"

"if not?"

The man in white sneered, his steps unwavering, and he crossed half the distance, leaving only six meters between the three.

Five meters…

Four meters...

"Let's first figure out who the hunter is and who the prey is."

Charles leaned forward, and as the white-robed man accelerated forward, he simultaneously stomped his right foot on the ground, leaping high into the air towards him.

The white-robed man's pupils dilated, his eyebrows and eyes relaxed with excitement, he blocked Charles's flying knee strike with one hand, and forcefully swung his longsword down.

stab-

Immediately afterwards, warm blood stained the white robe and splattered on his face, causing the man in the white robe to tremble all over.

That's the feeling! It's watching life gradually lose its movement right before your eyes!

thump—

Immediately afterwards, he felt the sensation of being hit by metal on his face.

"Hi-ha...ga...uh uh uh..."

He wanted to burst into laughter, but a strange sound came from his throat.

Charles wasn't slashed away, but a large gash was cut open diagonally across his chest, and blood gushed out uncontrollably.

At the same time, the favor behind it is burning hot.

Ciel knew that his passive ability to "go wherever he wants" had been triggered!

He is immune to the negative effects of being knocked away, and his power will now be amplified like never before!

Taking advantage of the brief pause in mid-air, the white-robed man blocked the knee strike with one hand, threw out his money bag with the other, and crossed the safe distance with his other hand, precisely slicing open the white-robed man's throat with a crimson dagger.

"Hey... what are you doing?!"

The other white-robed man immediately slashed Xia Er across the waist with his sword, then kicked the wound in the process.

puff-

A mouthful of blood was held in Charles's mouth, and before he hit the rock wall, he spat it onto the man's face.

The moment he landed, Charles rolled to the side, and taking advantage of the moment when his opponent's eyes were covered in blood, he rolled and slashed the man's femoral artery.

Gushing blood spurted out like a fountain, quickly soaking the floor.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The white-robed man took out a high-grade elixir from his robes and sprinkled it on his wounds, but there was no sign of them healing. He turned his head in astonishment and stared at Charles.

Ciel grinned lewdly, revealing his blood-stained white teeth: "It's no use. This knife contains an incurable curse. You won't survive!"

"You...you're a madman! You're a madman!" The man in white robes pulled Charles up from the ground and punched him repeatedly in the face.

He never expected that this kid would be so ruthless, wanting to trade his life for theirs!

"Hahahaha... The harder you try, the more blood you bleed..." Charles grinned mockingly.

"How are you feeling? Are you starting to feel dizzy?"

"Come on, what's wrong? You're out of energy? Keep hitting me!"

Charles collapsed to the ground, desperately protecting his incurable dagger. He allowed the white-robed man to vent his anger. In just four minutes, the white-robed man collapsed weakly against him, letting Charles push him away, watching with despair as Charles used the dagger to slowly slit his throat.

He never imagined, even in his death, that this guy, who had been slashed in the chest and whose intestines were spilling out, would have the strength to continue doing such a thing.

But he will never have the chance to know the answer.

……

After dealing with the two pursuers, Charles clutched his stomach and collapsed to the ground, kicking and rolling around frantically.

"Ouch! O ...

Even though the "Go Where You Want" immunity to most abnormal statuses and the "Fragile College Student" skill provided combat continuation, he was not affected in any way and was not overwhelmed by pain and fell into a coma.

But being struck by two attacks that nearly cleaved him in half, the excruciating pain was unbearable. And the skill's immunity effect made it impossible for Charles to be stunned!

"No wonder... Mundo went crazy..."

Ciel clutched his stomach, picked up a bottle of alchemical potion made from his own blood that had fallen to the ground, used the liquid to rinse his intestines briefly, and then stuffed it back into his stomach.

He leaned against the rock wall, waiting for the medicine to take effect.

Time ticked by, and a wave of heat spread across his body. He looked down at his chest; his flesh was gently undulating, his dislocated ribs were gradually healing, and some filth and dirt were being squeezed out of the wound.

In just five minutes, Charles's wounds were completely healed.

"Hahahaha-"

The pain that had been tormenting Ciel disappeared, and he raised his arm, covered his eyes, and burst into laughter.

As she laughed, tears welled up in her eyes.

The enemy's overall ability is roughly at level 1, grade C.

But he was too weak, so weak that he could only resort to such wound-for-wound, sudden attacks to barely manage to kill one of them. He could only rely on the incurable curse to drag the other person down until they bled out too much.

There are countless more battles like this waiting for him.

Weakness lasts only a moment; more often, it is the pain that drives the spirit to become increasingly frenzied.

Charles gripped his dagger, picked up the money bag that had been thrown away like a sandbag, and looked again at the passage ahead.

This time, he held the power of resistance in his hands.

"No one can stop me! I will live! I will live better and freer than anyone else!"

With this resolve, he wrapped his money pouch, licked the bag clean, changed into the same white robes worn by members of the secret faction, and stepped into the battlefield.

"Ready to die, you scum!"

Chapter 12 This year's college students are really hard to kill.

Inside the narrow alleyway.

Charles, dressed in a white robe, walked forward leisurely.

Since I got this skin, no more sneaky old foxes will hide in a corner and give themselves a 'Demacia'.

As he rounded an intersection, Charles's ear twitched as he overheard a low conversation.

"Those righteous bitches seem to be coming at us. Should we go help them?"

"Never mind, our mission is to keep watch, unlike those attention-grabbing guys. Be careful not to get scolded by Lord Valeta."

"But how can I dedicate my life to Lord Thanatos if I stay here indefinitely?"

"Don't worry, when the adults need you, you'll have your chance to shine."

Hearing this, Charles blinked, and a bold idea popped into his mind. He deliberately made his footsteps heavy, hoping to draw the attention of the two people ahead of him.

"Who?"

The two men in white robes drew their long swords, their fierce gazes fixed on the dark passageway.

Charles stepped out slowly, and when he revealed himself in a matching white robe, the two relaxed their guard slightly.

"Why aren't you keeping watch at your post? What are you doing here?"

I could sense the superior tone in that person's voice.

Charles stood at attention, pounded his right fist on his chest, and offered his heart: "Lord Rudra's order: Plans changed, all personnel to support the front lines. Go and teach those righteous bitches a lesson."

One of them suddenly had a glint in his eyes: "Great! Finally, I can serve my lord faithfully!"

This person... is a follower of Death? Ciel glanced at him.

Thinking of that group of self-destructive lunatics, he decided to make them his first target.

The other person frowned; this didn't align with their pre-departure plan. But the executor this time was indeed Lord Rudra, and those not on their side wouldn't know.