Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 814

Chapter 814: Combat Drift

He paused on the allocation for the first time. Four hundred and twenty-one Agility had solved the runner problem, nothing in the column was outpacing him anymore, and the last Mirescutters to try had died with thirty meters of open basin between them and the passage they’d been running for.

Everything else needed feeding. Cragshell carapace cracked under his blades but not fast enough, because two hundred base Strength hit differently when the fighter swinging the sword had two-sixty Agility and the arms couldn’t cash what the legs were writing.

Gluttony’s drain windows ran short when his Endurance couldn’t sustain the contact, and Pride’s glyphs cost mana he could feel thinning with every cast. Three stances pulling from three different wells, and a body that swapped between all of them mid-combat couldn’t afford to let two-thirds of its foundation crack while the third climbed.

’Eighteen Strength. Twelve Endurance. Eight Vitality. Mana and Magic next.’

[Strength: 200 ➣ 218.]

[Sin Fusion multiplier active. Strength (boosted): 320 ➣ 349.]

[Endurance: 180 ➣ 192.]

[Sin Fusion multiplier active. Endurance (boosted): 288 ➣ 308.]

[Vitality: 175 ➣ 183.]

[Sin Fusion multiplier active. Vitality (boosted): 280 ➣ 293.]

Both Cragshells in the next wave went down in the first three seconds, his blades punching through layered stone that had cost him ten seconds per kill an hour ago, Wrath detonations blowing the carapace apart from inside because three hundred and forty-nine Strength did to stone armor what three hundred and twenty hadn’t.

The Veilstalker lunged from the haze and Alice’s beam pinned it mid-strike before its fangs found his throat. The three Mirescutters fanned wide across the basin and died in the order they arrived, because the thing hunting them was faster than anything the column could field and now had the raw power to make the speed lethal on the first hit.

He was not grinning anymore.

The grin had burned away somewhere around the twenty-fifth wave and left nothing behind it, his face beneath the rebuilt blood mask flat and blank, Wrath-red eyes tracking motion with the mechanical sweep of a body running on [Combat Drift] so deep the person inside it had stopped mattering.

The skill had been with him since the vampire dungeon, the one the system had handed him when [Instinct Overdrive] rolled wrong and he’d cursed it as a downgrade while a certain noble ’lady’ beat him half to death with the better version.

Quiet and constant since then, sharpening every fight by fractions so small he forgot it was running, and now, over an hour into the hardest sustained combat of his life, the fractions had compounded into something that moved and killed and moved again without consulting the mind underneath.

The stream chat had been unreadable for half an hour.

[Viewers: 51.4M ↑]

— Thirsty247: He’s been shirtless for twenty minutes and it has not gotten any less distracting. every kill makes it worse.

— TouchGrass: Gay

— Thirsty247: N-no...

— KaisBicep: He’s covered in blood! Whyyy is it so sexyyy?? 💀💀💀

— xo_valkyrie: Is it normal to find the serial killer energy attractive? Asking for a friend

— MoonlitSinner: It’s not normal but we’re all here so 🩸🩸🩸

Kaiden did not see the chat, for he was already killing the next wave.

A Cragshell’s carapace split down the center on the downstroke of his right blade, the stone armor that had given him trouble fifteen waves ago now parting like wet chalk under Wrath and the new numbers behind it.

A Veilstalker lunged from the haze behind it and he took its head without turning because Alice had called the approach two seconds before it committed.

Two Mirescutters broke for the passage in tandem and a blood crescent caught both at the throat from thirty meters, the construct wide enough to span the gap between them, shaped and thrown without breaking stride because his hands knew the weight and the distance the way they knew how to close around a hilt.

The next wave came and died before it cleared the basin.

Then, between one kill and the next, the chime the last hour had been building toward landed.

[Level Up! Level 59 ➣ 60.]

[You have 40 unspent stat points.]

Level sixty. Forty points, each one fatter than the last, the system compounding the difficulty gap into yields no one at his tier was supposed to earn because no one at his tier was supposed to be alive in a column forty levels above their head. Multiple levels in one hour, and the system was paying him for the audacity.

For the first time in twenty minutes his hands stopped, both blades hanging at his sides while the basin sat empty between waves. The physical stats had eaten every point for three levels straight, and the wells his spells drew from were feeling it. Pride’s glyphs cost more than they should. Alice’s Conduit link ran thinner than he liked. The body was fed, but the engine underneath it was starving.

’Twenty Mana. Twenty Magic.’

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