*Leopold Subaru POV*
Staring at me was a creature that resembled the basilisks from DnD, only with fewer legs, and as it stared down on me, I saw a flash as a grey blast shot out of its eyes. I don't know why, but the next second, I jumped as the two blasts hit the ground, transforming the ground into gray stone that was already cracking. I don't know why I jumped; it just felt right, and it seemed like my body was moving on its own as I lifted Gae Bolg into the air with both hands, ready to slam the thing on the beast's head.
As the spear slammed against its head, their body jerked to the ground, nearly hitting it with their full weight. Unfortunately, it seemed not to do enough to scar it off, as the beast quickly recovered, and I landed on the ground, now staring at me with hate in its eyes. Yet through it all, I was smirking, my body was forcing a smirk as though the instincts of Cu Chulainn were on full display right now.
"At least it's not a dog."
I muttered to myself, knowing that Cu Chulainn's legend involved two oaths, one not to eat dog meat and another not to refuse a meal. I think there was more to it than that, but that's the basic stuff I knew. Mostly because I got curious after watching the Fate Stay Night anime, but I didn't really delve deeper than that. It's still pretty interesting, though, honestly speaking, though I was more of a fan of Norse mythology, and Ragnarok specifically, it's interesting to think about how this singular end has to be accepted, something carved in the stars.
Either way, as the beast raised one of its feet up, ready to squash me like a bug, I charged forward, now holding my spear with one hand. Sliding across the ground, I stopped halfway and charged my spear forward, towards its gut. As the spear went upward, it pierced the beast's scales, letting out its dark red blood, which spilled nearby, as its blood began burning the grass. So as it kept spilling out, I quickly got up, turning around and running fully through the animal, as it looked between its legs, firing off another stone blast.
Reaching the other side, I barely had time to hide behind one of its massive legs, as its blast grazed the end of my shoe's ankle. Which immediately made it feel a little heavier, not enough to be detrimental, but enough to be a reminder that I have to dodge its stone gaze at all costs. Smiling though, I grabbed my spear with both hands, and instead of piercing its leg, I raised it up like a baseball bat, slamming the blunt part of it against the creature's shin.
It screamed out in pain as it snapped at me, and I took the chance to sidestep it and go straight for its eye, taking it out instantly. Overall, though, the spear's curse was starting to take effect; its body was unable to recover as blood kept pouring out of it. The eye I took out only made it worse, and while it was still relatively weak, the curse itself would still help me out a ton; the spear's effect would help restrict the beast's movements as it tried to eat, paralyze me, or just plain squash me.
I don't know, but even as I jumped backward, avoiding another of its bits, I felt excited, I felt happy for some reason. Like I was truly living my life now, as if it all led to this moment, to this battle, that my life will truly begin if I win this fight. Still, though, as I crouched down, spreading my legs and holding the spear with my right hand in teh front, and my left in the back, I smiled, getting ready to charge forward as the beast charged forward, its mouth wide open, probably wanting to eat me in a single gulp or get lucky enough to do so anyway.
I smiled still, as I ran forward, putting all my strength into this strike, hoping to finish it off. I jumped into the air, dodging the beast's initial strike as I landed right on its head, spear already digging into its second eye. The creature screamed as I heaved it upward, taking the entire thing out of its socket and tossing it to the ground. Smiling, I angled it downward, keeping my legs steady as the beast thrashed about, trying to buck me off.
I just kept on smiling through it all as I thrust it downward, tearing right through its skull and straight into its brain, finally killing the damn thing.
"It's not a dragon, but I'm sure slaying a Basilisks is still pretty damn impressive!"
I shouted as both I and this thing tumbled to the ground, landing right on my ass, the blow sending a shock of pain through my body. I shot up quickly, running back and forth as I tried to soothe the pain away, hoping I didn't get a bruise. Finally calming down, I inspected the body and immediately smelled a foul odor coming from it. Probably the things blood mixing with its flesh, probably no longer able to hold off its own deadly weapon.
Either way, nature would take its course eventually, and right now, I had no way to properly dispose of it. That and it was pretty much inedible, at least to a normal human anyway, there might be a magic beast or person out there able to stomach the things' acid blood long enough to cook it, but not me...
[Ding Requriement met]
[Mystic Slayer: Rank E- acquired]
[Lp: 5/45]
[Please choose a stat to empower]
I just stared at the stat screen, dumbstruck, not sure what to do now, confused as to why this function of the system wasn't explained to me!
*3rd POV*
Standing over a pale, skinny man, wearing nearly all black robes and a raven mask with a twirling symbol with an eye in the center of it tattooed on his right hand, was an even bigger figure dressed in a black robe, with the upper half of a skull mask on, and a bound arm. The black mage, trembling underneath him, shakily brought up his hand as sparks of red fire burst from his hand in a futile effort to try and defend himself.
The far larger man merely grabbed his fist and crushed it in his hands, breaking the mage's hand.
"AHHHHHH!"
"What the hell is wrong with you? There's no way the Magic Council signed off on this, there's no way the-"
The skull-masked man simply leaned down, shutting his mouth as he lifted his far larger arm up and began speaking in a dark, raspy voice.
"This wasn't the Magic Council's doing, no, this was just a job for an ASSASSIN!"
[Name: ??? (Hassan of the Cursed Arm Inheritor)]
[Servant Rank: 1 Star]
[LP: 5/45]
[Parameters]
[Strength: E] [Endurance: E]
[Agility: E] [Mana: E]
[Luck: E] [NP: E(downgraded)]
[Class Skill: Presence Concealment: E]
[Noble Phantasm: Zabaniya: Delusional Heart: E (downgraded)]
*Shift*
Standing in a large, empty gray room with various vines overrunning the brick foundation was a tall man dressed in a gold, blue, and black suit wth a golden mask on and robes draped over his shoulders, and a shorter one in the middle, hanging off his back. In his hands was a large leather-bound book that he was currently reading through, studying teh contents with meticulous thoughts as his hand rested on his chin.
"This castle will do for now, quite enough and plenty of materials both magical and nonmagical to work with in creating my golems."
"Although the nearby villagers are a bit too nosy for their own good, I have to keep that in mind when I'm remaking this place."
"If I can't even do that, then what's the point of being a Caster?"
[Name: ??? (Inheritor of Aviceborn)]
[Servant Rank: 1/5]
[LP: 0/45]
[Parameters]
[Strength: E] [Endurance: E]
[Agility: E] [Mana: E]
[Luck: E] [NP: E (downgraded)]
[Class Skill: Territory Creation: E]
[Noble Phantasm: Golem Keter Malkuth: E (downgraded)]
*Shift*
"RUN AWAY!"
"RETREAT, RETREAT!"
"That kid is a monster!"
Those were teh words of bandits currently running away from a ransacked village, one whose villagers were currently cowering away in fear as one lone gunman stood triumphant, a revolver in hand. Rather, instead of a gunman, it would be more accurate to say lone gunkid, as a blonde boy of average height twirled the pistol in his hand, as his red tattered scarf and black hat billowed in the wind, as a large grin widened on the kid's face.
"Well, now this was a grand fun time, wonder if anyone here can take on a real Archer!"
[Name: ??? (Billy the Kid Inheritor)]
[Servant Rank: 1 Star]
[LP: 5/45]
[Parameters]
[Strength: E] [Endurance: E]
[Agility: E] [Mana: E+]
[Luck: E] [NP: E (Downgraded)]
[Class Skill: Riding: E]
[Noble Phantasm: Thunderur: E (downgraded)]
*Shift*
Charging through a battlefield was a beautiful red-headed woman currently wielding two normal swords as she led an army of...villagers? Each one holding up a pitchfork, scythe, or any weapon they could get their hands on. What were these brave individuals currently fighting? They were driving out a rather large herd of gigantic bull-like creatures, their skin white as the moon, but their eyes red and filled with tears as they ran off back into the forest, their large curved horns and bodies trampling the trees as they stampeded away from the village.
How were simple villagers, not even wizards, able to do so? Well, it was thanks to their new leader, the red-headed woman who was currently riding a large red and gold chariot with two horses, her swords in hand as she helped protect her newfound companions.
"Keep driving them back, we need to lead them to the cliff's edge!"
"Let's teach these beasts to never underestimate a Rider!"
[Name: ??? (Inheritor of Boudica)]
[Servant Rank: 1 Star]
[LP: 5/45]
[Strength: E+] [Endurance: E]
[Agility: E] [Mana: E]
[Luck: E] [NP: E(downgraded)]
[Class Skill: E (downgraded)]
[Noble Phantasm: Chariot of Boudica: E (downgraded)]
*Shift*
Stomping through a large city with countless onlookers looking on in both confusion and fear was a large knight wearing grey armor with a bull-like helmet, odd skirt-like leggings, coupled with a red cape. In their hands was a sword perfectly matching their armor, the large thing nearly resembling a greatsword but still short enough to be only a longsword, yet packed with so much more potential power.
Eventually, the figure stopped and ripped their helmet off in frustration and began stomping in anger, fuming as it nearly looked like the young woman was about to spew out fire like a true dragon.
"Where the hell is this place!"
"That asshole said the guild was here, but I can't find heads or tails of it!"
"Does this place hate Saber servants or something!"
[Name: ??? (Inheritor of Mordred)]
[Servant Rank: 1 Star]
[LP: 0/45]
[Parameters]
[Strength: E] [Endurance: E]
[Agility: E] [Mana: E]
[Luck: E] [NP: E (downgraded)]
[Class Skill: Magic Resistance: E]
[Noble Phantasm: Clarent: E (downgraded)]
*Shift*
Currently swigging from vine to vine, were terrified Vulcans, each one quacking in their booths, well, that is if they had any. Each one is trying to outpace the other as an unnaturally stronger human and target them as prey. The human in question was wearing black pants, had dark skin, and a crazed look in his eyes. On his right arm/hand was an elaborate black tattoo and various scars across his body that looked as if they had only recently healed, and newly wrapped bandages tied around his fist.
"Oh come on, where's the love you showed all those women I heard about!"
"What a little scare of a Berserker!"
[Name: ??? (Inheritor of Beowulf)]
[Servant Rank: 1 Star]
[LP: 10/45]
[Parameters]
[Strength: D] [Endurance: E]
[Agility: E] [Mana: E]
[Luck: E] [NP: E (downgraded)]
[Class Skill: Mad Enhancement: E (upgraded)]
[Noble Phantasm: Grendel Buster: E (Downgraded)]
*Shift*
Deep beneath teh surface of the Fiore Kingdom, lay a large spherical object that was a mix of black, purple, and red, the fusion of an ugly monstrosity. The thing wriggled beneath the ground, devouring anything that got even near it without remorse, as several eyes and mouths opened all around, observing the world it could not interact with, a world free of the corruption of its old one.
Yet it longed to be part of it, to be up where the people were and enjoy this new world with them, to have truly happy memories.
Yet it knew deep in its heart...a Beast can never coexist with humanity, never truly."