Location: Near the border of the Salem Kingdom, Hercan is within a two-day walk.
"I don't suppose I can ask you for a snout?"
Tobacco is illegal in Hercan.
"Their king can suck my dick when I grow one." She sat up on the dead ground. She could smell the clean salty air of a sea and wondered if she could put on a bikini and go for a swim. So far, her time in this world had every indication that the sea was going to be full of monsters. She was back in her pristine hoodie, and it seems there was no stable location for her respawn point.
Life's never been nice to Ammy Blunt. And Ammy Blunt's always tried to be nice, Uncle Dave at least took her to learn some martial arts for self-respect, and she always kept up good practice. But now Ammy-Mel Blunt's stuck in another world with evil religions, and her only hope is a group of strange people who summoned her here.
Wankers.
"I need alcohol, a bath, new clothes and Prince Charming with a ton of endowment."
She deflated. Her attempts at distraction were vain. A demon had tried to take her against her will, she'd just killed nearly a dozen people, and she had to kill herself to get out of that situation. Bravado and bravado wouldn't get her around the weight she's gonna carry, and all she wanted was a guitar to sing and cry her lungs out as she sang Gotta Knock A Little Harder.
Well, Ammy-Mel, get back on the bike and rev the motor. Sea air was a nice change, much nicer than the constant rot of flesh and rubbish in the air. She started her trek across the flats at a quicker pace. She flexed her limbs to make sure they worked correctly and wondered if she'd gotten a bit stronger. Could it be the case that every death repairs her body from the strain, and those repairs leave her strengthened? That would be bloody right.
The lands were slightly more alive. Likely, there was less carbon in the ground in this area, so water could flow. No doubt, what had affected this wasteland was certainly more a curse than anything natural. If she were to have a witchy mind about it, she would amplify the natural effects to cause this with the curse and then continue to add onto it exponentially.
Nullshade, do I have stats?
Now it was silent, was it a bad question or was it down?
Nullshade, are you a person?
Integrated with your subconscious mind, you are alone, but I will grant answers like a dream granting de ja vu.
You grow stronger with each death, rest and significant achievement that will cultivate your body.
Significant achievements:
Clearing dungeons
Slaying evils (human and daemon in origin)
Ability:
Devour: consume any part of another creature of any kind to temporarily gain their abilities?
This includes blood, sweat, and semen?
Anything you can imagine from any creature you can imagine.
Wait, wait, oh my days, okay. So you're telling me, if I meet a hot mage who wants a one-night stand, male or female, all I have to do is go down on them and make sure I drink up to gain a power of theirs temporarily or lick their sweat in battle to get it?
Degrees of gain:
Sweat: Low, if a significant power is gained, it will be a one-time use
Blood: Medium
Sexual fluids: High, higher if during consensual sex
Consuming flesh: Great - extended period, one in two hundred chance of permanent gain
Consuming vital organs: Greater - extended period of time, small chance of permanent gain
Was this power granted based on my personality?
ERROR.
Answer not given. Please contact Tolmyr Nullshade.
That was the only information she needed in truth, now she had the best excuse to get a harem of hot men... and maybe women. Nobody knows your face here, nobody'll shame you on socials for this. Though it still felt uncomfortable, her body would reset upon death. So no STD issues, fuck yes. She decided to take a brisk walk toward the mountains-
That is the wrong direction, turn around else you risk facing armies of Hamala.
She spun on her heel and started jogging. Is there a place to take shelter nearby? I want to try something...
One hour if you jog. Old abandoned outpost. Warning, enemies, prepare for combat.
Can I get a weapon to take back with me?
A weapon forged from Hashtar must choose you. See Objective One.
Right, right.
Forty minutes into her travel, she slowed to a walk when zombified figures appeared ahead of her, dragged themselves across the ground with blunted swords, and one of them held a club. She immediately chose to steal that one the moment they made contact. Ammy smirked when she noticed that all of the zombies were packing showers at least seven inches long and wondered what they were like as men.
Alas, it was too late for them, and it was time to send them to peaceful graves. But since they were manipulated biomass, she guessed the only way to truly kill them was by some magical means that she did not possess. And if she alerted these lot, the rest would come running after her. The best option was to hide; she wasn't sure how they located her before, but another death was simply that. Another death.
She broke into a run toward them, and they noticed her. Jaws dislocated, sounded growls and grunting semblances of roars. She amped her right leg for an axe kick on the club carrier's left arm, which shattered on impact. The dead man dropped the club, she evaded a slow motion for a bite, grabbed up the club and collapsed the zombie's head into its torso with a downward swing. The others came for her. Only head and not the kind fellas like. One of them came clean off for a home run with one swing, and the last one, she collapsed into its body like the first.
She set off at a mad dash for the outpost, which had come into view. Dessicated watch towers, two of which leaned to the side, and the other two collapsed halfway down. The stone walls were drained of colour, and a flagpole in the middle only held a rag ruined by the elements.