Oops, I Accidentally Ascended to Godhood

Blood covered Tarkan's vision, blurring everything.

Through the crimson haze, he watched the exact moment Cassian died, vanishing without a trace, combusting out of existence.

He was truly shocked.

He had thought the dimension would eject Cassian just as, if someone failed the awakening trial.

But instead of removing him, it completely wiped him out of existence.

Tarkan struggled to get up. His body was in terrible shape, broken bones , torn muscles , blood leaking from countless wounds.

He didn't even have time to feel happy about his victory.

Because he was still in danger.

He knew Cassian came from a powerful family. The Terra Association officer back at the building had been more than enough proof of that.

Tarkan was sure of sooner or later, they would send someone to the scene. To check on Cassian.

Dragging himself to the pouch-like bag Cassian had always carried, the one he used to pull out potions during the fight, Tarkan reached it with shaky hands.

He checked the bag.

It wasn't as small as it looked. The inside was much larger, far beyond normal space.

It had to be a type of space storage artifact.

Inside was an entire stash, dozens of potions, strange books, weapons of different kinds, and other weird items he didn't recognize.

Sssss...

Even through his pain, Tarkan couldn't help drawing in a cold breath. "Isn't this overkill?"

A wave of poverty slammed into him.

Then it hit him, all of this was his now.

Wasting no time, he pulled out the same green-colored potion Cassian had used to keep him going during the onslaught, and chugged it down.

He already knew its taste and soft texture. Bitter at first, but soothing after.

One bottle, Two, Three, Four.

His body began healing.

But it wasn't as effective as before. Not even close.

Cassian had fed him so many of these during the fight that his body seemed to be growing immune to them. The healing was painfully slow.

Good thing there were plenty.

After chugging down a ridiculous number, he had finally healed enough to walk, barely. His legs still wobbled, Bones were still broken, The pain was everywhere.

Slipping the bag over his shoulder, he reached for the blood-soaked mask he wore, which was now clogging his breath. He tore it off and threw it away.

He turned and limped deeper into the wilderness.

He had to get away from the scene before more trouble came.

He wasn't in any condition to fight. And even if he was, he was sure they wouldn't send someone who would underestimate him, like Cassian.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed his body and kept walking.

After a short distance, he stopped. He opened the space bag and threw out random items he had no clue how to use or there use. afraid of being tracked.

He changed his direction, and pushed deeper into the wild.

At a small juncture, body shaking from exhaustion, he stopped again.

He removed the blood-soaked clothes he had on, wiped himself down, and changed into fresh ones he found inside Cassian's storage bag.

They were well-fitted, strange clothes with different designs woven into them. They looked expensive, probably enhanced in some way, but he didn't care.

He buried the old bloody clothes and turned again, walking even further into the wilderness.

All he wanted now was distance. The most up-to-date version is on M(VLEMPY)R.

And a place to rest.

His steps were heavy, but he kept moving, scanning the forest carefully for any sign of danger.

Buzzzt..

A sudden sound tore through the air.

His body moved on instinct.

Despite the pain, Tarkan dove and rolled to the side.

Gritting his teeth, he forced his hand into the bag and pulled out a slick, black sword, the same one Cassian had tried to kill him with in the Terra building.

His eyes scanned around him.

That's when he saw it.

A flying creature.

Its wings buzzed violently as it hovered in mid-air.

A long, needle-like stinger extended from its body, gleaming.

It looked like a bee, but was far larger, maybe as big as a small dog.

Tarkan narrowed his eyes.

He wasn't even surprised anymore.

At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if a dragon just dropped from the sky to kill him.

He had read about this creature in the beginner manual from the Terra Association.

Zumbra.

Awakened-tier from birth, Deadly, Their queen was a Crowned-tier creature.

They had habits similar to real bees, but their sting meant death.

And the antidote?

Their shit. Literally.

If a Zumbra was here, it meant there was a nest nearby.

Buzzzt...

The creature charged.

Tarkan could barely track its trajectory. It was that fast.

He didn't try to dodge.

Instead, he let himself fall flat to the ground.

The Zumbra screeched in frustration as it missed, veering away.

Tarkan immediately jumped back to his feet.

His plan had worked.

Buzzzt..

The bee charged again.

This time it came in low, adjusting its angle, It had learned. Even if Tarkan lay down, it could still get him.

So it has basic intelligence, he thought. Unlike the dumb creatures I've been killing so far...

Tarkan gritted his teeth and braced himself.

He raised his sword and blocked the incoming charge head-on.

Crack Crack

Pain exploded through his ribs and shoulders, with sounds of more bones breaking.

His body was barely holding together, running on pure adrenaline.

He couldn't go on like this.

If he did, he was going to die.

His thoughts raced.

--

[Timer: 00:00:00 (Lvl 2)]

> Reverse: Reverse time without restriction, as long as you have enough time.

Revert: Reverse time without restriction on a single target, as long as you have enough time.

Eternal Monarch Physique (Partial)

[Feral: 24 | Awakened: 0 | Crowned: 0]

[Talent: Eyes of Comprehension (SSS RANK)]

The eyes of all understanding.

Croak Boost (F-Rank):

Slight jump enhancement if the user croaks beforehand. The louder the croak, the better the jump.

Wrath of Thunder (A-Rank):

Grants control over thunder. Its true power depends on the user's imagination.

--

His timer was already used up.

His eyes locked onto the A-Rank talent he had recently comprehended, Wrath of Thunder.

A crazy idea popped into his mind.

And it stuck there, Glued into place.

He couldn't help but feel bitter.

Why? Why in every timeline, every version of my life, do I have to struggle for things others get with no effort? Why do I always have to risk everything to gain even 1% of what they take for granted?

His hands clenched tighter around the sword.

He bared his teeth.

His eyes burned with madness.

Buzzzt..

The Zumbra dove again, stinger aimed at his chest.

Tarkan didn't dodge or try to block the attack.

The stinger pierced him.

He twisted at the last second, making sure it avoided his heart and head.

The pain was immediate.

But so was his counter.

"Now!" he screamed.

He activated the A-Rank ability.

Wrath of Thunder.

Blue arcs of electricity surged from his body, cracking through the air and latching onto the Zumbra.

The creature screeched, disoriented by the sudden jolt.

It tore its stinger out of Tarkan's stomach and tried to retreat.

But it was too late.

Tarkan, bleeding heavily, grabbed his stomach with one hand and stumbled forward.

With the other hand, he raised the sword.

And swung.

Slash!

The Zumbra's head rolled off its body.

He dropped to his knees.

Immediately pulled a potion from the bag.

Drank it, It slowed the bleeding but barely healed anything.

He crouched beside the dead Zumbra and cut open its stomach.

Inside was a strange orange liquid.

He scooped it into his mouth without hesitation.

It was sweet, much sweeter than honey. Almost pleasant.

The purple veins that had started spreading from the sting, the signs of poison, began to fade.

He smiled weakly.

It worked.

He scooped and drank more of the orange liquid.

--

[Feral: 24 | Awakened: 1 | Crowned: 0]

--

His Awakened prime points had increased by one.

Just from drinking this.

Tarkan didn't stop and kept drinking.

BZZZZZZTTT...

BZZZZZZTTT...

BZZZZZZTTT...

Buzzing sounds erupted from all directions.

Tarkan looked up.

He froze.

Dozens, maybe hundreds, of Zumbra were flying toward him from every angle.

He knew.

He couldn't run.

Even if his body was in perfect condition, there was no way he could outrun them.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Tarkan didn't even realize when the scream left his mouth.

A roar of frustration.

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