Cheat Awakening

Chapter 446. The Irony of Powerless Potency

[ Name: Gristle Bilebelly

Level: 58

Race: Hume

Gender: Male

Age: 31 y/o

Occupation: Apprentice of The Order of the Cursed Souls. Minor Merchant and Slave Trader of Agusta Kingdom.

Title: None

Status: Extremely Injured, Infertility, Binge-eating disorder (Minor)

[Skill]

World Weaver

Life Siphon

Sanguinem Pactum ]

"Infertility? What does this mean?" Myne, who was encountering the unfamiliar word "infertility" for the first time, scratched his head in confusion. He focused on it, hoping the appraisal would provide further explanation, and it didn't disappoint him.

[ Infertility: A medical condition that occurs when a person is unable to conceive a child even after having regular unprotected sex for at least 12 months. ]

"Aha!" Myne exclaimed softly with a surprise. "So that's why the fatty couldn't get Rosewell or any of the others pregnant. If I could, I'd definitely give him a few dozen more such disorders. The bastard deserves it," He muttered angrily, moving on to Gristle's skills, which didn't look simple no matter how you looked at them.

[ World Weaver:

Description: The World Weaver is a dark and forbidden magic skill. To activate it, the caster must have absorbed the life essence and soul of at least ten individuals. This brutal act fuels the caster with a grotesque amount of raw magical energy. This energy, a twisted echo of the stolen lives, allows the World Weaver to tear open a temporary rift between two worlds.

The portal leads to a completely random world, chosen by chaotic magic fueled by the devoured souls. The caster has no control over the destination; however, after visiting a world once, he can return as long as he has enough magical and soul energy.

However, the attack requires direct physical contact with the target, making it difficult to use against agile opponents. Obstacles that are not physically attached to the target can disrupt the flow of energy, rendering the skill useless. This magic demands a blood sacrifice, a horrifying cost that can be a significant moral hurdle for the caster. A Life for a Life!

Cooldown Time: 5 Minutes ]

"...AAHAHAHAHAH!"

Myne himself couldn't pinpoint what he found so humorous in this skill, but he couldn't stop laughing and almost shed tears. The way he looked at the fatty was no longer as cold and furious as if he wanted to eat him alive; instead, it turned into one full of Schadenfreude.

In a fit of manic excitement, he even went to the unconscious fatty and gave him a few slaps on the back of his head with fake sympathy before ruthlessly stripping him of his skills and carefully pasting them onto himself.

Then, he quickly pasted the Ultra Regeneration skill onto the fatty, ensuring he could torture him to his heart's content without worrying about accidentally killing him from blood loss or heart attack, etc.

As soon as the skill was pasted, the fatty's body twisted slightly, white steam erupted from his body, and his severed arm began to regenerate. Within a minute, his eyes fluttered open.

"AHHHH! My arm! My arm, you bastard, what have you done? My arm... My arm? Huh?

Wasn't it cut off by you?"

The fatty, right after regaining consciousness, started screaming like a pig. He didn't realize that there wasn't a single pain in any part of his body. Instead, he looked at the smiling Myne before him and started yelling at him. However, halfway through, he saw his supposedly cut-off arm moving in front of him as he pointed his finger at Myne in anger.

Confusion replaced his anger, question marks swirling above his head. He couldn't help but utter a bewildered question:

"What nonsense are you babbling about?" Myne retorted coldly. "When did I cut off your arm? After I took off your bracelet, for a minute you lost consciousness, and when you woke up, you were already screaming like a pig," He added while looking for a good torture tool on the ground, and showing the fatty his backside, which was an unpleasant sight.

"Ohh? So that was just a nightmare?" The fatty's voice crackled with confusion and doubt because the pain he felt was so real, so vivid he could still recall it clearly. This made it hard for him to believe it was just a nightmare.

"Found it! Who knows, maybe you have gone crazy. By the way, I have a few questions to ask you. I hope you can calmly answer them like a gentleman and not make things difficult for both of us," Myne said while holding a Pincers. He walked in front of the fatty and spoke with a gentle smile before grabbing the fatty's free arm and putting handcuffs on it as well, so it wouldn't disturb his work.

Now that the fatty didn't have the bracelet, Myne didn't have to worry about him breaking free from the chains.

Sweat beaded on the fatty's forehead as he saw the Pincers in Myne's hand. "Gulp! Certainly, anything I know, I'll answer honestly. But can you please put that... that dangerous thing away? I don't feel well around iron objects. I think I might have an allergy." He spoke hurriedly but with full politeness, not wanting to offend Myne and invite disaster upon himself.

"Relax," Myne said, his smile still innocent like harmless to animals and humans. "I'm just taking a look at it. It's my first time seeing this kind of tool, so I was a bit curious and wondering what does it do exactly... You have used it a lot, right? Why don't you enlighten me?"

He then started a small chair for himself and a small wooden stool for the fatty. He put the fatty's poor left leg on the stool and pasted his leg there with the paste skill. He sat on the chair comfortably, wondering what kind of twisted explanation the fatty could offer in this kind of situation, where even world stupidest person can say what going to happened with him next.