Becoming a Monster

"Fuck me…"

The webs Noah shot out at point black range connected with the King's arm at the same time as Noah dodged it.

The webs not only covered its arm but proceeded to travel to the King's body before it wrapped around its torso linking it together.

It wasn't enough to fully impair its arm but unfortunately for the King, they weren't taking turns to attack. A flurry of more webs made its way, encasing its upper body in webs. No amount of strength it possessed would help it release itself when Noah's own strength had seen a qualitative change.

With only one functioning arm and leg and a sword that it could no longer wield. The King continued to struggle free while it roared for help, but it forgot one important fact. A King is no longer a King when it has no one to lead.

While the group behind him were struggling just to stay alive, Noah made his way around the King's body before coming to a stop atop its head.

The two stared into each other's eyes for a moment that seemed like a lifetime to the ones fighting for their life.

"Grrrrwww-"

The King roared one last time before it's eye was pierced and the sword continued to pass through its sockets before drilling through its brain.

The King's eyes dimmed before the glow diminished and was left with two hollow sockets that were soon filled with blood.

This would be the best time for Noah to help out with the werewolf but his skill wasn't that easy to cancel out at will. There was a goal in mind that he had while he activated it and before the skill can end, he must finish the goal that was set.

And so, he feast!

It was difficult to fully analyze the diversity of Noah's plight against the two monsters until they had to fight one themselves.

The four groups from earlier that defended against the Kings minions and now Marks group, stood together to potentially take down the werewolf. However reality can be a bitch.

"Nooo Kelsey!" A scream sounded among the clatter of heavy steps and screams.

A female tried to pry into the wolfs face with their sword but underestimated the werewolf's prowess. She Assumed the wolf was as fast and powerful as the minions before it, but soon, a claw half the size of her body swatted her across the area before crashing into the stands. The way her body skidded across the rows of seats left her nearby friend frozen from shock. She didn't notice the shadowing looming over here until she found herself in a dark room covered in liquids.

Confused and afraid, she moved about before she smelled something so abhorrent that she couldn't help but gag in response. When she realized that it was the werewolf's breath, she was already going down it's throat still alive.

'If this beast is this powerful then….how powerful is the zombie Noah was fighting all alone?' Jasmine wondered while she observed from a distance. Originally she came thinking she could help with the regular zombies now that she wasn't able to perform her magic at this time.

But when she saw the wolf being outnumbered yet still running rampant around them, she just couldn't muster the courage to throw away her life.

Mark wasn't any better, he didn't have the mana to contend against it. His sword could inconvenience it, but without his aura to sharpen the blade, he had no hope of actually making any wounds that were significant. The fight would be even harder if it wasn't for the three main players currently fighting.

"Everyone….behind…me…" Paul stepped up again with a battered shield in hand and his axe in the other. But something seemed different about him. His entire appearance, including his shield, turned jagged. Everything about him looked as if it was made out of stone.

Screeeeech!*

When the wolf approached and clawed on top of him. Sparks rebounded off the shield while subtle white scratches appeared on his clothes. He was actually able to stand his ground against the wolf's might.

Clang clang clang!*

His tenacity almost became his downfall, the Werewolf continued to rain down attacks as if using him to sharpen its claws. Paul's death was almost certain until Grim and Arachne entered the fight.

First Grim used the opportunity to jump on its back and furiously striked its bladed arm into the wolf's spine repeatedly. It resembled the mad image of its master. While Arachne tried to do what she couldn't against the king, she sank her fangs into the wolf's hind leg. However this time, before she jumped, she left a thread of her webs tethered to the ground while she kept a firm hold around the wolfs legs.

She learned a lot from watching her master fight. She couldn't instinctively use her webs as a form of attack like Noah could since jumping spiders don't require their webs to hunt. But that didn't stop her from trying to become more innovative.

Arachne hoped her poison would do a better job than before but the werewolf's healing trait still proved tenacious enough for the venom to be almost ineffective without a bigger dose.

While roaring in pain, the werewolf halted its attack to deal with Grim first. With its arms that were almost longer than its entire body, it easily reached behind itself to crush Grim like the bug he was.

This was the moment Arachne waited for.

Whoosh!*

Jumping back as hard as she could and using her webs as an extra force. She yanked its back foot along with her, causing the wolf to plant into the ground. She wasn't able to drag it far, the werewolf instantly tore through the ground to hold itself in place before trying to free its hands to tear Arachne apart.

While this went on, the group didn't follow up to help. They felt inadequate to do anything but because of that, a life was lost.

Grim was fearless and when he saw the werewolf pulled to the ground he couldn't resist the allure of the unguarded neck and leaped for the kill.

There was no one else to receive the werewolf's attention and because of that, it's eyes zoned onto Grim like a hackers aim assist before it opened its mouth wide and clamped down on Grims body.

"!"

Everyone looked on silently and with immense fear when they saw the lower half of Grims body sticking out of the werewolves mouth before the rest of it disappeared in its jaws.The sound of munching echoed in their ears and they realized they were one step closer to losing their lives.

"UUURRRRGGFHHHHHH!"

A cry so painful and agonizing grabbed everyone's attention. When they looked in the direction of the cries, Noah was holding his head while he continued to wail in pain. His body fell on top of the body of the King that he was just in the middle of feasting on, but the cries continued.

The death of Grim caused a huge shock on his soul that he was unprepared for, the abrupt tear of the mental bond made him feel as if his mind was split in two. The pain awakened him from his skill and was left to feel the agonizing pain and the confusion for why it occurred. With one eye closed while the other was half opened. His two pupils searched for the cause, for some reason there was a blinding light that made it hard to see. He attributed it to the pain and slight dizziness he was under. He had to strain his eye even more before he saw the leftover limbs of Grim and was able to make out the chewing sounds coming from the beast.

The pain was still there but now he could only feel the loss of his creature more than the pain and slowly replacing the pain was anger.

It wasn't anger towards the werewolf, it was actually directed to the group of people watching everything happening. The distance between them and the beast clearly showed Noah who was the actual ones out there fighting. Even if it wasn't their fault, even though he couldn't say they should give up their lives for his creature. To him, it was still their fault!

But he still had a problem to solve. The werewolf still wasn't satisfied after killing Grim. At this moment it tried to attack Arachne.

And still, it still appeared that the group was just going to watch. Noah tried to get up, but he felt sluggish. His body was a lot slower than before and much weaker. If he was a super being before then now he felt like a regular human again. He didn't like this feeling, but at the same time he couldn't let that stop him. How would he feel if Arachne died. Would he become weaker! Would he die?

He forced himself onto his feet and he needed a weapon. The subtle desire to replace grim for the werewolf entered his mind but how could he achieve that with his current state?

He moved a step to attempt to pick up the Kings sword when.

Thump*

Noah was forced to stop when he kicked something heavy and the blinding light was much harsher than before. He looked down and was surprised to find a chest glowing brighter than any chest he's had so far and without having to look closely, he knew the chest was a higher grade than before.

"Maybe…just maybe…" glancing back towards Arachne, who was dodging the werewolf's attacks. He gave up on his ritual of slowly opening the chest even though it turned out to be the first platinum chest he's received so far. But he couldn't show the excitement that he should have when he had so much at stake.

When he opened the chest, he saw the contents resting above the biggest pile of gold he had ever seen in a chest. And on that gold, he spotted a sword similar to the bone sword the King wielded but the sword felt more sinister than the one it wielded. The sword looked extremely sharp to the touch while the bone was more of a dark grey tone. He couldn't tell if it was really bone or not, but that wasn't important right now.

He turned his gaze to the only three shiny objects in the chest. One Was an obsidian black ring that was engraved with dark green alien writing which glowed faintly. He didn't know what the ring did, yet that didn't stop him from unhesitatingly equipping it.

When he equipped the ring, the ring embedded itself into his finger before he felt a rush of foreign energy invading his very being, for the shortest time, all the veins in his body glowed bright green at once before returning to normal.

'But what did it do??' He didn't care what the ring actually did as long as it could help him. With no clue of what the glow affected unless he checked his stats, he grabbed for the next shiny object which was a white orb far larger than the one he obtained before.

[+10 spirit]

Instantly he was rewarded with a surplus of attributes. However, even though the increase was more than satisfactory, he still had a frown. For his first platinum drop, the loot could be said to be satisfactory, But it wasn't enough for his current situation.

'Come on, I need something big!' He reached for the last object that held a glow.

What he picked up was a small round grey metal ball the size of a billiard ball. And in the center of the ball was the number one etched into the ball that sparkled with a white aura. He didn't know what the ball was or even what it did, but he felt that it had to be special.

He tried squeezing it, but nothing happened. He then proceeded to squeeze with both hands but still nothing. Before he was going to attempt to put it into his mouth, he became aware of the blaring prodding in his head that wasn't coming from his pain and dizziness.

'Right…if this doesn't have anything then I don't know what to do.' He took one last deep breath before he checked the reason for his notifications. Hopefully it held the answers for the ball in his hands.