[ Essence Absorbed ]

[ Strength +2, Agility +1, Stamina +5 ]

"Attribute points? It really gave me attribute points. That's unbelievable!"

Raizel muttered, almost sounding mad from the sheer excitement.

Even as a 33-year-old soul, Raizel felt so exhilarated that he literally jumped into the air with joy.

The baby wyvern had now shrunk to a bag of bones, its very essence drained by the Convergence Spear.

The potential of this weapon was nothing short of terrifying.

With it, he could practically ignore level restrictions. In terms of raw stats, he would be far stronger than his peers.

He was now on the true path—toward becoming the Undisputed Domain Lord of Antimagic.

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The morning sun had barely crested the mountains when Raizel stood at the heart of the battlefield, surrounded by the skeletal remains of the Baby Thunder Wyvern. A faint breeze rustled the scorched leaves as dawn's light cast long shadows through the trees.

He stood in silence for a few breaths, absorbing the magnitude of what had just occurred. Then he tightened his grip around the Convergence Spear.

No more hesitation.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, adjusted the fingerless gloves that clung to his hands, and sprinted deeper into the wilderness. Each step was confident. Lighter. Stronger. Even with the fatigue of battle, he felt more energized than ever.

Thanks to the wyvern's essence, his body was more stronger..

The Strength in his arms. Sharpness in his vision. Agility that allowed him to bend, twist, and move like the wind.

And he was hungry for more.

The day had only just begun.

---

"Graaah!"

A growl echoed through the foliage.

Raizel's eyes narrowed, and he crouched low behind a bush.

Three Dire Fang Boars thundered into the clearing, snorting and stomping. They were each as tall as a horse, with black, armored hides and tusks that gleamed like polished stone. Normally, a single one of these beasts would pose a serious threat to a group of mid-level players.

Raizel smiled.

Perfect.

He charged without warning, his body blurring into motion. The first boar turned to face him, but before it could react, Raizel launched himself into a spin, the spear arcing in a clean slash across its throat. The beast crumpled, twitching violently.

The second boar let out a screech and charged. Raizel dodged, sliding beneath the tusks, and drove the Convergence Spear upward into its underbelly with brutal force. Sparks erupted from the impact as the creature howled in agony.

The third managed to ram him in the ribs, knocking him against a tree. Pain shot through his side, but Raizel didn't falter. He gritted his teeth, steadied his breath, and flung the spear like a javelin.

The weapon pierced the boar's eye and sent it collapsing in a heap.

Three kills in less than a minute.

But he wasn't done yet.

"Let's see what you've got," he murmured, retrieving the Convergence Spear.

He thrust it into the carcass of the largest boar and activated Attribute Absorption. A dull pulse shuddered through the spear.

[ Essence Absorbed: +2 Strength, +1 Stamina ]

Raizel's eyes glowed faintly crimson.

"Excellent! Let's hunt some more."

One by one, he drained the other two boars as well. Though the gains were minor, it didn't matter. Every point was another brick in the foundation of a legend.

---

Hours passed.

Raizel became a blur of movement through the Rovon Wilderness. He hunted tirelessly, tracking creatures across rivers, through burrows, up rocky slopes, and into fog-laden groves. Whenever a magical beast was slain, the Convergence Spear would be driven into its core.

Each time, a notification followed:

[ Essence Absorbed: +2 Strength, +1 Agility ]

[ Essence Absorbed: +3 Stamina, +2 Intelligence ]

[ Essence Absorbed: +1 Strength, +1 Stamina ]

The numbers began to add up.

At one point, he stumbled upon a brawl between two monstrous creatures—a Gloom Serpent and a Sunclaw Bear. Raizel watched, waited, then struck when both were weakened.

He killed them both with surgical precision, claiming their essence.

The spear seemed to hum now with an eager pulse, as though it hungered as much as he did.

By midday, his stats had risen dramatically—far more than a single level-up would have ever offered. He had already gained at least 75 attribute points.

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[ Player Stats ]

[ Name: Raizel Ashblade ]

[ Title: Savior Of Bone Village ]

[ Reputation: 150 (Friendly) ]

[ Level: 16 | EXP: 73000/80000 ]

[ Class: Anti-Megus ]

[ Spells: Nullification Field (E), Nullifying Strike (E) Quick Steal (F), Red Berserker (E) ]

Stats:-

[ HP: 440 /440 ]

[ Strength: 91 ]

[ Agility: 80 ]

[ Stamina: 160 ]

[ Intelligence: 52 ]

[ Available Attribute Points: 0 ]

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Seeing the new stats, Raizel grinned with satisfaction.

They weren't just numbers, he could feel it inside. He was getting more stronger, more close to go beyond mortal limits.

He already have 9 times of average human, but he want to keep going.

He didn't want to stop.

Eventually, Raizel stumbled upon an abandoned outpost.

It was a ruined wooden structure overtaken by vines and moss. It was quiet. Eerily so.

He approached slowly, senses heightened. Then he heard it—a soft chittering sound from within.

"Bang!"

He kicked the rotting door open.

A swarm of Deathspike Spiders burst forth, each the size of a hound with needle-sharp legs and venomous fangs. Most adventurers would flee.

But Raizel smiled welcoming the challenge.

He activated Red Berserker.

A blood-red aura flared around him, his muscles surging with power. With wild, yet controlled swings, he tore into the swarm. Spear slashes became arcs of death, each strike killing two, sometimes three spiders. His movements blurred into a chaotic dance of precision.

When the final spider collapsed in a hiss of acidic steam, he dropped to one knee, chest heaving.

"Whew…"

Then he grinned again.

One by one, he plunged the Convergence Spear into their twitching bodies.

[ Essence Absorbed: +4 Intelligence, +2 Agility, +1 Strength ]

[ Essence Absorbed: +3 Agility ]

[ Essence Absorbed: +2 Strength ]

On and on it went.

---

By the time the sun began to dip below the horizon, Raizel stood atop a cliff overlooking the forest. The wind tugged at his coat, his hair fluttering as he stared across the valley below.

Every inch of his body felt alive.

He opened his status window once again.

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[ Player Stats ]

[ Name: Raizel Ashblade ]

[ Level: 17 | 90,700/100,000 ]

[ Class: Anti-Megus ]

[ Spells: Nullification Field (E), Nullifying Strike (E), Quick Steal (F), Red Berserker (E) ]

Stats:

[ HP: 490/490 ]

[ Strength: 123 ↑↑↑ ]

[ Agility: 105 ↑↑↑ ]

[ Stamina: 232 ]

[ Intelligence: 66 ↑↑↑ ]

[ Available Attribute Points: 0 (Absorption Gains Applied Directly) ]

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He was stronger than ever before.

Much stronger than any normal Level 17 player.

He was approaching the stats of players several levels higher, and he hadn't even used traditional level-ups to do it. The Convergence Spear had turned him into something else—something dangerous.

Raizel sat down on the cliff's edge, watching as the sky turned orange and purple. Birds flew overhead, and the sounds of the wilderness returned to normal.

But deep in the shadows, something else was watching him.

He didn't know it yet, but his unnatural growth hadn't gone unnoticed.

Not by the system.

Something else.

<Kekeke… You're doing good, Raizel. Keep it up. Grow stronger—because you'll need it in the future, kekeke... >

Raizel couldn't hear the whispers.

He was now in a trance, and still hadn't logged out of the Game.

There was a strange glint in his eyes, something unreadable. Almost like he was possessed.

He sat there quietly for a moment, absorbing the power pulsing through his veins. The feeling of getting stronger, getting rich vitally was addicting.

His body brimmed with vitality, and he didn't want to let go of that sensation just yet.

With a small breath, he stood.

Then leapt off the cliff.

Once again, the predator began his hunt.

And the moment his feet hit the ground, every monster in the forest seemed to sense it.

A chorus of shrieks and howls echoed through the trees. Panic swept through the beasts of the Rovon Wilderness. The balance had been broken, and chaos reigned.

They ran, they hid—but it was pointless.

With each kill Raizel made, the wilderness grew quieter.

Time passed.

Not hours. Days.

Three whole days since that moment atop the cliff.

Three days of nonstop hunting.

He ate when necessary. Slept in short bursts beneath the trees. But mostly, he hunted.

The Rovon Wilderness, once filled with magical creatures of all kinds, was now almost barren. Trails of bones, bloodstains, and decayed mana fields marked his path. Even the sky above seemed more still, as if nature itself was holding its breath.

Inevitably, people from the nearby city began to take notice.

Whispers spread like wildfire. The disappearance of beasts. The dried-up bounty requests. The empty monster nests. Something unnatural was happening.

The guilds and local factions sent out a special investigation team—an elite group of high-ranking scouts, trackers, and mages.

And soon, a name spread among them all.

Crimson Demon.

Witnesses spoke in hushed tones.

"A red demon… wielding a white spear."

"A blur of red light cutting through monsters like they were leaves."

"Magic doesn't work on him. I saw spells vanish before reaching him."

"The spear… it absorbs something. The bodies shrink. It's terrifying."

"He doesn't kill people, thank the stars. But I swear, if you get too close... it feels like death's watching you."

He was described as a phantom, a monster among men.

The Crimson Demon had become legend in just three days.

People began to panic.

Some tried to stop him.

Concerned guild members, resource conservationists, and independent adventurers stepped forward to confront him.

But Raizel was like a demonic shadow. Unstoppable. Uncatchable.

Magic slid off him like water.

Magical weapons failed to even scratch him.

He never attacked the humans who came after him, but none of them could stop him either.

And the real problem had only just begun.

If the Wilderness truly faced extinction, if the monsters were wiped out, the city would suffer.

Adventurers, alchemists, blacksmiths, and traders all depended on the magical materials gathered here. Monster cores, pelts, bones, herbs from monster-inhabited zones—it all came from the Rovon Wilds.

The economy, the supply chain, and even the food trade relied heavily on this place.

And now, it was being drained dry by one man.

A man with a terrifying white spear.

A man called… the Crimson Demon.

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