Chapter 13: Snow Wolfs Blood

BEEP BEEP... BEEP BEEP...

*sigh*

I crawled out of my warm bed sheets and slammed the alarm clock. I felt a sharp pain in my hand as I fully woke up. The alarm clock didn't stop because I turned it off, but because I destroyed the entire thing.

Sleepily, I brought the trash can over to the desk and swept the broken alarm clock into it. I also plucked the metal shards that were in my palm as I walked downstairs into the kitchen.

Knock knock knock

There was knocking coming from my door which made me flinch slightly. It could have been anybody but it is most likely…

"Here is your breakfast," says a maid, rolling a cart with multiple plates of food into my room.

"Thanks, you can leave now," I say shooing her away.

Once she left, I picked up one of the pancakes and bit into it while opening my inventory. I then pulled out a large vial with snow-white liquid inside of it. The liquid was thick and had partly frozen near the top.

[Snow Wolfs Blood]

[The blood of the snow wolf has icy properties that can counter or devour anything related to fire. This can also be used as a material to make different potions that can increase resistance against cold environments. Nobody has ever dared to swallow it since you need a strong fire to counter the cold effects that will quickly eat away at your body.]

Next, I pulled out a sword that looked like a hybrid between a normal sword and a rapier. It looked to be made of crystal blue gems that replicated ice.

[Frostbite]

[This sword was forged from the bones and blood of the Snow Wolf King. It has the properties of ice and anything that gets cut by it develops a tattoo that will soon freeze the victim within 30 seconds.]

I swung it around a couple of times and surprisingly, it fit my hand well. I wasn't proficient in it, but it felt just right in my hand, almost like I could master it at any moment in time. The more I swung it, the colder I felt the temperature in my apartment drop. The sword wasn't an exception as it started to accumulate ice.

Pulling my hand out of the black and green panel, I then pick up the vial of snow-white blood that I placed on the coffee table. I popped open the cork and brought the tip of it to my mouth and…

GLUG... GLUG... GLUG...

It had no particular taste almost like water. It went down smoothly as well, but I instantly got a brain freeze. Also, a freezing sensation spreads from my heart, all the way to the ends of my organs. It felt like multiple knives were being stabbed into it while frost accumulated on my skin.

I felt my breathing slow, so I immediately activated [Weak Quetzalcoatl's Ancient Fire] and punched my ċhėst with it. I coughed up some blood, but I also felt the freezing sensation dissipate the longer I held the rainbow fire near my ċhėst.

[You have fully digested the Snow Wolfs Blood]

[Your skills will ȧssimilate with the frozen properties]

…

[Weak Quetzalcoatl's Ancient Fire cannot ȧssimilate with frozen properties]

[Remaining power will be ȧssimilated into Fiery Blood]

[Name: Lucy]

[Race: Human]

[Level: 17/25] (20/25) XP Needed

[HP: 38/38 MP: 38/38 SP: 18/18] - Above Average

[Strength: 33] - Above Average

[Defense: 33] - Above Average

[Magic: 33] - Above Average

[Speed: 33] - Above Average

[Skills: [Weak Quetzalcoatl's Ancient Fire] [Ice Fossilized Snake Necromancy] [Royal Ice Crown]

…

[Shop]

[Inventory]

[Map]

…

"God damn…"

I decided to activate [Royal Ice Crown] for now since it's the only one I haven't tested out yet.

Ice particles start to fly off my skin and form a crown fit for my head in my hand. It looked like a crown version of frostbite.

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[Royal Ice Crown]

"What the fuċk is up with that last part? Is that necessary…? Well whatever, shall we get onto killing… James," I say while throwing the last piece of pancake in my mouth and placing the crown onto my head.

…

I was currently walking down a different path to my school and was in my new casual clothes that I washed last night so I was smelling fresh and clean.

I haven't seen anybody from my school and if they did, they probably wouldn't even know that it was me. The changes to my body weren't that drastic but the breaking point was that I always wore a dirty white dress to school. Nobody has seen me out of that same dirty white dress.

"I didn't notice any change in my personality when I placed the crown on my head, but the room did start to accumulate frost on the walls. Maybe I'll notice a personality change when I talk to somebody… but for now, I'll leave it off. I'm probably going to draw more attention from my clothes anyway," I mutter to myself.

Backpacks or bags weren't needed for school unless you wanted to bring something personal. All educational material has all been transferred online, so everybody had to buy at least a ŀȧptop to do the work they gave out. Also, the school didn't hand out any ŀȧptops for the poor students.

Mom always lent me her ŀȧptop, but since I had already memorized all of the material, I was able to complete the work in about 30 minutes for all 6 of my classes.

The "physical education" or the combat practice class didn't have any online work. Though if you didn't have any ability you would always get sent to the nurse's office at least 4 times a week.

I always feared that class, so I never attended after going there for about 2 weeks.

"Maybe I can use PE, to practice hand-to-hand combat since I'm just relying on my new stats and skills. I can also try the sword practice class that happens after school, but I might get killed,"

If I fight a rich young master and his hand accidentally "slips" and kills me, he could just bribe the school to let it go. Of course, I would have to reveal some of my skills which would expose me. Power-hungry families would try and hire me and if I refuse, they would just threaten me.

There's nothing they can threaten me with besides my life, but killing an entire family would be troublesome right now.

"Oh, I'm here," I say noticing the massive school in front of me.

It was huge, but it didn't have all of the expensive and fancy furnishings that most rich schools had.

I gulped as I stepped through the gates of the school. Many people looked at me, unaware of who I was since I had my hood up. I could only cringe at the many stares that crawled on my body.

Even some students came up to me, either wanting to be my friend or hitting on me. I kept rejecting them, with some getting mad and storming away, but since the number of people approaching me kept increasing, I decided to pull down my hood.

You could hear the gasps of many students as I walked into the school whilst also checking the time.

"8:23 AM," I mutter.

This might've been the first time I was early in a while.

As I walked down the hallway to my first class, Dungeon History, I could hear many whispers related to me. Most of them were about how attractive I got since before, my pale and frail figure was pretty average. I got the nickname "mouse" due to this.

Being bullied had scarred me so whenever I ran into somebody who was trying to bully me, my voice would always be quiet. Adding to the fact that I was small and… cute if you cleaned me up a bit, "mouse" was the perfect nickname for the previous me.

Now you could call me a cool beauty since I wasn't wearing a dress, but streetwear. I don't even care about my image anymore since it was ruined by James. Plus this streetwear is just comfortable.

Since I was looking down at my feet, I "accidentally" bumped into somebody, but knew it was on purpose.

"Hey little mouse, how is your mom doing. I heard she had an accident,"

I looked up and saw James with two lackeys by his side.

I need to play the part otherwise I will draw attention to myself.

I slowly shrunk back and once again ran into his two lackeys that held me in place.

"Did you start selling your body? You look more beautiful than cute now, perhaps that is why you can afford clothes like these…" James says with a smug face.

I started to shake uncontrollably… which is what James thought but I was doing it on purpose to fool him.

For some reason, I felt no fear towards him. Even though he's scarred me so badly, none of it is surfacing when I see his disgusting face. The only thing I felt was a wave of deep anger that could consume anything.

He started to punch me with his fists lined with rocks again. His fists still hit hard but it wasn't anywhere near the pain I felt from before. This pain was more like stubbing your toe while the previous pain was like getting your entire toe cut off.

I knew bruises were going to form but there was no chance of internal damage.

…

*cough* *cough* *cough*

I was currently lying on the floor from getting punched in the gut so many times. James looked down on me like I was an ant while moving his mouth next to my ear.

"I don't know how you escaped death, but know that I will make your life even worse than before. You will eventually beg me for death once I'm done with you," James whispers into my ear.

He rises back up and gestures for his two lackeys to follow him.

Since I was pretending to be hurt more than I was, I also stood up while holding my gut, only flinching slightly. The people around me were surprised but then felt a chill go down their spine.

I stood straight up while looking directly at James's back. A sadistic grin that said "You won't escape me" was plastered on my face. I couldn't hold it back for some reason, despite the numerous amount of students around me, staring and observing me.

"I feel like I'm going to have some fun in the next 24 hours…"

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