The Ultimate Skill System: Absorb, Upgrade, Create, Transfer-Chapter 20 - : Invisible Ghost

The forest was alive with the sounds of nature. Birds chirped melodiously, their songs weaving through the rustling leaves as sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor.

The air was warm and carried the earthy scent of moss and pine. It was a peaceful noon, but Keiran was not here to enjoy the scenery. He moved through the trees like a ghost, his footsteps silent, his presence unnoticed. The forest was his hunting ground, and today, his prey was a Cyclobear.

Its muscular frame was intimidating, and its claws, each as long as a sword, gleamed faintly in the sunlight. The beast lumbered through the forest, its heavy paws crushing twigs and leaves underfoot. It was a predator, a ruler of this part of the forest, but today, it was unaware of the danger that stalked it.

Keiran didn't attack immediately. He was patient, his movements calculated. Thanks to his new passive ability, Sovereign of the Unseen, he gained both speed and strength as long as he remained invisible.

The skill was a perfect fit for his current situation, allowing him to close the distance between himself and the Cyclobear without alerting it.

He crept closer, his body blending seamlessly with the shadows cast by the trees, until he was within range of his next ability—Mystic Convergence.

With a quiet focus, Keiran began to absorb the Cyclobear's mana. The process was subtle, almost imperceptible, but the effects were immediate.

A surge of energy flowed into him, enhancing his physical and magical capabilities. He felt stronger, faster, and more attuned to the world around him. The Cyclobear, oblivious to the theft of its mana, continued to lumber through the forest, its massive form casting a long shadow in the noon light.

Keiran had played enough RPGs to understand how assassins operated. Stealth, precision, and timing were everything.

Unlike the Raccolossus he had faced before, the Cyclobear didn't possess the King of the Wilds passive, which allowed it to detect invisible units.

That was a significant advantage for Keiran, but he knew better than to underestimate his prey. The Cyclobear's lack of detection skills likely meant it excelled in other areas—strength, endurance, or perhaps even devastating magical abilities.

Keiran wasn't interested in finding out the hard way.

He continued to siphon the Cyclobear's mana until he reached his limit. The energy coursed through him, amplifying his abilities to their peak.

His hands began to change, morphing into sharp, green scythes that glinted like polished jade.

With a thought, he activated Colossal Frenzy, further enhancing his physical attacks. The combination of buffs created a devastating force, one that could tear through even the toughest defenses.

Keiran crouched low, his body coiled like a spring, ready to strike. The Cyclobear was still unaware of his presence, its eyes scanning the forest for threats.

To the beast, Keiran was nothing more than an insignificant insect, unworthy of its attention. That was its mistake.

With a silent breath, Keiran activated Abyssal Execution.

The skill was a perfect tool for an assassin—it ignored armor and had a high chance of instantly killing an unaware target. Keiran's body blurred as he surged forward, his movements so fast they were almost imperceptible. The Cyclobear didn't even have time to turn its head.

Keiran's scythe-like hand slashed through the air, a green arc of energy extending far beyond his physical reach.

The blade struck the Cyclobear's thick neck, cutting through flesh and bone with terrifying ease. The attack was over in an instant.

The Cyclobear's head toppled from its shoulders, hitting the forest floor with a dull thud.

Its massive body followed, collapsing in a heap as blood gushed from the severed neck.

Keiran stood over the lifeless body of the Cyclobear, his invisible form flickering back into visibility.

His expression was calm, almost indifferent, as he surveyed his handiwork.

"I didn't even need to take off my tracksuit this time," Keiran muttered to himself, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

His scythe hands reverted to their normal human form, the green energy dissipating into the air.

[You leveled up 5x.]

[You have received 60 Stat points.]

[Your HP, MP, and SP have been replenished.]

Keiran glanced at the messages, his mind already calculating his next move.

The way of the assassin was about winning without fighting, and he had done just that.

He had never been a fan of assassin classes in RPGs, but he couldn't deny their effectiveness. Stealth, precision, and overwhelming power—those were the tools of his trade now.

He raised his hand and activated Divine Inheritance. A faint glow enveloped the Cyclobear's body as its essence was drawn toward Keiran.

[You have received 7 Skills.]

[Common Skills.]

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[Wind Claw (Active): Cyclobear slashes with claws infused with slicing winds, extending the range of its physical attacks slightly and dealing minor wind damage. Mana Cost 1.]

[Gale Charge (Active): Cyclobear rushes forward with a burst of wind, increasing movement speed temporarily and knocking back smaller enemies. Mana Cost 1.]

[Stormhide (Passive): Cyclobear's fur constantly generates a faint breeze, reducing incoming ranged damage slightly by deflecting weak projectiles.]

[Uncommon Skills.]

[Cyclone Crash: Cyclobear leaps into the air, twisting its body to gather wind energy, and slams down with explosive force. The impact sends out a shockwave of slicing winds that strikes all enemies in a wide radius, shredding weaker foes and destabilizing the footing of sturdier ones. Mana Cost 5.]

[Wind's Favor (Passive): The winds themselves guide Cyclobear's movements, granting it enhanced agility and reflexes. Cyclobear gains a constant boost to movement speed, and when attacked, there is a chance the wind will divert or deflect incoming projectiles or spells, especially in outdoor environments.]

[Rare Skills.]

[Howling Tempest (Active): Cyclobear summons a raging storm centered on itself, with winds powerful enough to uproot small trees and throw enemies off their feet. The storm also sharpens into dozens of cutting wind blades, randomly slashing everything within range. Visibility drops to near zero, making it difficult for enemies to track Cyclobear's movements. Mana Cost 10.]

[Windborne Regeneration (Passive): As long as Cyclobear stands beneath the open sky, it passively draws strength from the wind itself. This accelerates the healing of wounds, restores stamina at an incredible rate, and even slowly builds up resistance against elemental attacks that harm it, temporarily boosting its defense. This makes it extremely difficult to wear down in prolonged battles.]

Keiran studied the new skills with a mixture of relief and satisfaction. "It's a good thing I didn't fight it head-on," he said quietly. "This skill set looks tough to deal with."

He had dodged a potentially catastrophic battle. The Cyclobear was a powerhouse, and facing it directly would have been a risky move.

But Keiran wasn't one to take unnecessary risks. He preferred to stack the odds in his favor, and today, he had done just that.

[For acquiring 7 unique skills, you have received experience points.]

[You leveled up 5x.]

[You have received 60 Stat points.]

Keiran allocated his newly acquired stat points with care. He distributed 20 points each to Constitution, Dexterity, and Agility, and 30 points each to Intelligence and Strength. The adjustments were subtle, but they brought him one step closer to his goal.

"Just a little more," Keiran murmured, his voice barely audible. "Soon, I'll be ready to take on the role of the hero and save this world."

The world of Eteria was a dangerous place, filled with monsters, magic, and untold challenges. But Keiran was no ordinary man.

He was chosen by Bequeathal, a hero sent to save this world from destruction. And though the road ahead was long and fraught with peril, he was determined to see it through.

As he stood in the sunlit forest, the body of the Cyclobear at his feet, Keiran allowed himself a moment of quiet reflection.

The world of Eteria would soon meet its hero, and Keiran would be ready.