The 'Extra' Lord (Unlimited Plunder) - Chapter 63

You have plundered Claire Amonette x1.
| You have defeated a Lord with land. You have gained all of the Lord’s Units. 

| Claimed materials: Summoning Ticket 2x Warrior, Claire Amonette’s Meat and Organs x11 (Normal), Claire Amonette’s Bones x14 (Normal).

| Stats gained: 2 Strength, 4 Vitality, 8 Dexterity.

| Skills gained —

Condensed Muscles: Increase the effectiveness of one's muscles, improving Strength and Vitality by 10%. 

| Fragment gained —

Oziack's Razor Bat
| Tier: Adept
| Type: Blunt Weapon
| Description: A brutal weapon forged from the bones of a fallen beast, its surface lined with jagged obsidian shards. Though primarily a blunt force instrument, the obsidian edges can rend through flesh and armour with terrifying precision. Named after Oziack, a vicious tribal warrior who thrived on close-quarters combat, this weapon is infamous for inflicting both crushing and slashing damage in a single blow.
| Runes —
Jagged Rend: Each strike has a chance to inflict deep, bleeding wounds.
Obsidian Resilience: The obsidian lining can regenerate over time, maintaining its sharpness in prolonged battles.
Impact Tremor: When swung with full force, the Razor Bat generates shockwaves, disorienting nearby enemies with concussive blasts.
| Lord Emblem gained — Blunt Specialisation: Increase the effectiveness of blunt weapons for you and your Units by 25%. Blunt weaponed Units will start with the Skill: Blunt Weaponry. Blunt Weaponry will evolve faster than with other weapons. 

Although Owen glanced over the system notification, he absorbed the Skill immediately. He felt his muscles balloon, then retract, tightening into a condensed form. The Lord Emblem he had gained, had already planted into his System. It appeared he could gain an infinite amount of them. 

Disregarding how strong that was, Owen wasn’t in the mood to praise his Skill. A rare wrath wrapped around the entirety of his mind. What if Claire had been Caroline, or Lai? What if instead of Claire, it was them. 

Then the sadness, forlorn look of Clair’s severed head…. 

Claire's headless body rampaged for Owen. With the extra strength in his body, he met her head on. Her razor-line bat smashed against his blade. The metal in his sword groaned, and so did his arms. Owen had grown stronger, but so did Claire, and it wasn’t by a small amount.

Owen’s weapon crashed to the floor, but he had successfully parried it, barely. He copied Pyris’s move. He snapped his foot at Claire's knee-cap. All he heard was a sickening crunch as her leg twisted. She fell to one knee.

Pyris arrived. She leaped high up in the air, then descended like a comet. Her entire weight, legs combusted with starlight, slammed into Claire’s spine. 

Justin summoned lances of darkness, spearing through Claire’s body. Pyris wasted no time. She grabbed the weapons, then pulled, twisted them, turning them into huge meat-hooks. 

Lome arrived, axe high in the air. 

“Lome, cover the edge with bones and metal!” Owen shouted his command.

Lome listened. As it descended, a thick layer of both metal and bone seeped out of the edge of his weapon. Axe now in the form of a wide headed hammer, Lome crushed it into Claire’s body, strength enhanced from the Lord Emblem.

Claire, even suffering through so much, thrashed on the spot. But with her legs broken, arms smashed into pieces, she had no strength to muster. Pyris and Justin didn’t let her recover.

Owen arrived in front of her. She reached out in an attempt to grab his leg, but a lance of black metal stabbed through her hand, halting her action. 

With a drawn breath, Owen raised his blade, and thrust it deep into her heart. He held back nothing. His sword pierced through flesh and bone until it dug halfway into the tiles and rock below. 

You and your subordinates have defeated Clair Amonette (Level 32)

| Your Units have Levelled up.

Justin sighed in relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Utilising so many lances during such a short amount of time must have drained his mana reserves. Owen knew it wasn’t the end.

“You have fought well,” The old man said with humour in his voice. “But did you really think that our little play time has ended just because of the death of a pitiful human? Now comes the main event.” 

The old man’s grinning smile atop his head widened its mouth. The green smoke tumbled through the air. The old man swallowed all of it at once. Only for Owen to grin. 

At first, the old man held no reaction. But it didn’t last for long. He started twitching, veins rising, turning from a pale sickly blue, to a deep yellow that resembled the worst of poisons. He coughed and spluttered. Blood seeped from his true mouth. 

“You—what did you do?!” The old man screamed, the face atop his head twisted in pain and fury. 

Owen revealed a glass vial. Only a drop of yellow liquid remained. He waved it in front of him. “Although I have no knowledge of you directly… When I saw that green smoke. I realised something,” Owen paused. “You’re a mind dominator. You rely on empowering a host, and when killed, you absorb their suffering to power yourself. And all mind dominator’s have a weakness—”

“You poisoned the host…”

“When you weren’t looking,” Owen said, gritting his teeth. “When she was… still alive. It’s a good thing I have an alchemist who works quickly.”

The old man rose. Black green smoke seeped out of the demon’s mouth, and billowed around his arms, elongating them, looking like long, muscled arms made of green smoke. 

“Weakened or not, I’ll rip you apart!” 

The demon shot forwards. Owen, as the strongest amongst his team, had to meet the devil head-on. The devil threw a fist at Owen’s skull. Owen’s senses screamed out at him, warning him that it wasn’t an attack he could take. Owen didn’t intend to.

At the last second, Owen dodged the strike and slashed the demon’s side. There was no blood.

At the same time, just as Owen passed the demon, one powerful arrow slammed into his shoulder. Powerful tendrils of lightning joined it right after. It crackled, burning the old man’s flesh into smoking, charred skin. 

Owen noticed traces of static electricity linger around the arrow. Owen’s eyes lit up. As Lome, Justin, and Pyris met the old man’s monstrous strength, Owen retreated back to Draed and Gorath. As usual, Mirian was patiently waiting for her opportune moment to strike.

“My Lord—”

Owen interrupted. “Draed,” he said, whispering. “Focus your arrows. One more at the shoulder. Another below the heart. Make sure the arrow tip isn’t below the flesh. Just deep enough so the metal shows. Gorath, when I give the signal, give it everything you’ve got.” 

Owen then summoned a small obscure dust cloud, then glanced at Mirian. He pointed to the top of his head.

He didn’t wait for their approval as he dashed back to enter the fight. It was growing intense. The strength of the devil, even after being weakened by the poison he had prepared in case of emergencies beforehand, meant that it could kill them in one single strike if they weren’t careful.

One accurate strike from those fists covered in terrible dark green smoke, and it was over.

Because of Lome’s terrible dexterity, he took the brunt of the damage. He’d defend, only for his arms to smash into pieces. After he recovered, then it was his chest, and then legs. But he regenerated each and every time. Was it an ability of his race, or was it thanks to the bone manipulation he had gained after his Class evolution?

The plan was moving on, despite the danger they were all in. Draed had just fired the third arrow, planting just below the heart. 

Owen, sensing the moment had arrived, summoned the Orcen Totem Fragment and placed it on the floor. Not having to say any other words, the mana in the air spun and crackled, hair rising from the powerful static electricity. 

Mighty lances of electricity lit up the entire area. Just as they were about to slam into the old man and the arrows in an attempt to destroy his heart, he suddenly tore out all the arrows. The powerful lightning crashed into him. His muscles spasmed, burn marks lashed into his pale flesh.

Sand had long lightly covered the surroundings.

And then the old man laughed.

“Did you really think—”

Before he could finish his words, Mirian leapt out from the sand, and plunged her dagger deep into the man’s skull. The devil let out a wretched scream. Piece-by-piece, the man’s skull collapsed. In a burst of dark green smoke, it rose up to the ceiling before fully extinguishing. 

You and your subordinates have defeated The Grinning Devil (Level 52)

| You have reached Level 37

| Your Units have Levelled up.

| You have obtained a Title — Devil Spotter: You have met with a named monster and lived to tell the tale. All Stats increased by 5.
| You have obtained a Title — Named Killer: You have slain a named monster. All Stats increased by 10.

| You have gained the summoning Ticket: Knight x2

Owen collapsed to the floor, butt striking solid tile.

“Did you really think I thought your heart was your weakness?” Owen mumbled, wiping the blood from his skull. One of the old man’s strikes must have glanced past his head. 

Mirian kicked the old man’s body before walking over. Owen smiled. “Good job, Mirian.”

“Pointing to the top of your head?” Mirian said, sitting next to him. “What if I didn’t understand what you meant?”

“Then we'd be in a pickle, wouldn’t we?”

“And what if you hadn’t prepared that poison beforehand?”

“Then we’d be dead.” Owen chuckled. “But to think there was a named monster down here? Never would have thought it could open the door on its own. First time I’ve seen that.” Or read about it, he thought. 

The poison was something he had prepared along with all the other herbs he had given Rizael. During the three days of non-stop drakzun slaying, the alchemist had prepared it. He wasn’t known for poisons, nor did he have any bonuses towards them, but he still knew the basics of alchemy. It wasn’t so different from making healing potions—his speciality.

Although it didn’t have the effectiveness he had liked, it still made a big difference. Owen sighed in relief. Honestly, that was close. If he hadn’t prepared that poison beforehand, or hadn’t set up Mirian’s success… Could he have won?

He didn’t know. But it was time for his bonus reward.