100\% Drop Rate: My Special Ability is Perfect Replication

The troll went straight for the wall, ignoring fireballs and great boulders slamming into their body like they were flies in the wind.

"My fireball isn’t doing anything!"

"It can tank Level 2 skills so easily?!"

"We’re doomed...."

"Stop it! Don’t let it reach the frontline!" Diego shouted from somewhere distant.

The goblins and smaller monsters parted ways for the behemoth, so even the players in its path began to tremble and glanced back at the mages.

They cursed and yelled back at their support.

"Put the goddamn beast down!"

"Come on, you giant pig! Just die!"

"Get your defensive skills ready! We’ll stop it or die trying like real men!"

Then Faust leapt right over them. The frontliners tried to call out to him to stop, but he ignored them. Five goblin riders blocked his path, but each of their strikes missed.

Faust flowed through them like a whisper. His axe lashed out once, taking the head of a goblin without warning. Then he was off to meet the troll for his fifteen strike!

"Hold fire," Diego yelled. "Stop casting! Let him deal with it!"

All the players on the west side wall watched the single boy charged at the troll. His stature swelled as Faust used Growth to briefly further enhance his strength. But still he looked so tiny in front of the thirteen foot beast.

Murmurs passed among the mages on the walls.

"He’s insane!"

"Must be a top ranker, if Diego said we should leave it to him."

"My spells did nothing to that monster. What is one guy going to do?"

The shadow of the monster enveloped Faust. It didn’t even look down, unbothered by the puny human. Faust smiled, rearing his axe back and using multiple skills at once.

Dash magnifies the force behind his swing with speed. Dark Maw surrounded the axe black with a membrane of darkness. Flowing viper came with a more silver color, and it looked like a black jackal and silver viper were curling from his blade. Finally Rage Strike multiplied his already massive damage.

"HAHHH!" Faust roared, pouring everything into the attack.

He skipped across the world in an instant movement. Everyone too slow lost track of him for a second, even those with extremely high Spirit attributes only saw a flicker of movement.

BOOOOMMM!

Black and white sparks exploded from the axe, slamming into the charging giant, tearing through it, decimating the goblins and Kobolds behind it.

An explosion bloomed around Faust, the ground caved in from the immense force and he even found himself being thrown back.

Shadow Step.

He touched on his own shadow and reappeared in the backlines. Everyone was too focused on the mushroom cloud of dust in front of them to even notice him. His arm stung a bit, so he retreated, ignoring the whispers of people.

"Is there anyone else that can even hit that hard?"

"What were you saying before? Something about your glorious spell not being able to—"

"Shut up! Do you even have any sense?! Shouldn’t you be more worried about how strong people are getting? Do you want a monster like that roaming Earth with our families?"

He ignored them all and flexed his sore arm. Blood Regeneration was already healing the damage done by his own attack. The cloud of dust was clearing and the troll was found on the ground.

Nearly torn in half.

The creature’s regeneration was barely keeping it alive, but it would soon die. Fireballs crashed against it and the enemy army in a barrage.

Faust climbed the wall with a simple leap and began walking across the walkways, drawing stares from his fellow players.

The participation in the third wave was increased, mostly because of how close the fight was to the city and efforts made by recruiters to go house to house.

A small group at the north gate fought along Gamebreaker, the second rank player. Jason, true to his word, had found the slowly forming gang in the Novice village. Faust recognised two of the idiots he beat up in the alley fight.

Gamebreaker was their vanguard, with his Schema ability, anything below level 5 dealt far less damage to him. He reached out and grabbed a konold—marking it with a brand of a hundred swords driven into the earth.

Then with a swish of his hand, Gamebreaker sent the kobold flying at its allies like a crude hammer. Blood and viscera covered the ground wherever he went.

A goblin smashed a hammer on Jason’s knee. But the hammer broke first. An arrow bounced off his crimson chestplate like it was nothing. He caught the sword of another kobold with his bare hand.

Jason enjoyed battle. It was written all over his face. But Faust had a feeling he enjoyed the feeling of dominating people weaker than him rather than defeating worthy opponents.

With a pang of disappointment, Faust turned further south where the fighting was less.

There Nirvana and her group led a fight that looked more relaxed and carefree.

Skeletons dominated the field, almost twenty of them were pulled from the earth but Nirvana’s necromancy. They moved sharply between the frontliners, allowing the players to focus on defense while they attacked.

Five Skeletons formed a circle around Nirvana herself as she contested three elite Kobold fighters. She used his basic sword simply with the Slash skill, but she seemed to be getting used to it very quickly.

Her sword cleaved through a Kobolds arm, her eyes flickered, and a skeleton followed up with an axe that split the enemy’s skull.

From the top of the wall, Zen fired arrows of accurate and devastating power. The system had finally given him a water spell; worst yet it was the power to manifest arrows from water. His shot manifested a great blue dragon that crashed into clumps of target with crushing force.

That ability could only be used after five shots from what Faust read when he targeted Zen’s Schema. But the water arrows had even less cooldown, meaning the archer essentially had a near-unlimited number of arrows as long as he had mana.

On the frontline, Greg fought like a juggernaut. He had grown to twice the size of a grown adult man. He wielded his new Iron-grade hammer with wild abandon.

Goblin stared up in horror as their attacks barely left a scratch on him. And his hammer turned them into flat pieces of meat and blood.

Everytime they had a break in the onslaught, the frontline would part for Thalia, who hummed as she set trap zones. Smiling despite the army of monsters behind her. Then they ushered her back in quickly.

That’s actually funny.

What wasn’t funny was Spider’s rampage. She had grown eight feet tall and sprouted two more muscular arms. Her screams shook every heart with every transformation. Her dagger and clawed hands ripped goblins apart like tissue paper. She had six compound eyes that tracked a squad of Goblin riders with eerie precision.

She dodged all their attacks with a somersault, while simultaneously lashed out with her four unnaturally long hands. The Goblins and the mounts were torn apart in seconds.

Then she fell to the ground screaming as her transformation changed again. Skeletons created a perimeter around her almost instantly and water arrows precisely picked off riders.

Faust gazed at the distant gate, a smile lit up his features. "Time to start my recon mission."