Scorching Ascension - [Progression Litrpg Apocalypse]

Ethan looked down at the lizardling's dagger, then back at the panting woman. "Hey. Take the fragments. Does it feel empty? In your chest?"

She nodded.

"That's mana. Come, take the fragments. You probably need to increase your mana regeneration," said Ethan as he dismissed his claws. The girl stumbled forward while he kept a wary eye on the man and his sword. The man, seemingly noticing the attention, lowered his weapon. But even then, Ethan couldn't fully relax.

Someone had tried shooting him in the head barely an hour ago.

The women stood in front of the dead lizardling and frowned. She tapped the creature with her booted foot and when nothing happened, she looked up at him questioningly, so Ethan explained. "Touch the dagger with your Arcanum? That worked for me," he said with a shrug. "Also, You'll need to upgrade it to tier-1 first before you can access the Mana Regenaration upgrade. But it's worth it."

The woman blinked, then did as told. Resummoning her crossbow, she seemed to get lightheaded once more, but it quickly passed and as she lowered the weapon and made contact, the dagger dissolved into golden smoke and sunk into her Arcanum. A second later, the woman's eyes glazed over as she looked through her interface.

He didn't expect her to already have enough for the upgrades, but he was curious to see if that was truly the issues. But before he could say anything else, he saw a movement from his right and instantly summoned his claws.

The man froze, eyes wide, and Ethan's eyes landed on the awkwardly held sword for a moment before he frowned. "What are you doing?"

The man was trying to get past him, and now that the danger had passed, he could take a good look at him. He was older. Mid-thirties, if Ethan were to guess. He wore blood-splattered, washed out jeans, and a dark-blue hoodie with large patches of dirt, as if he'd rolled around in the ground.

There was a trembling to the sword and a general jitteriness to the man, and now, red was creeping up his neck, like a kid caught with his hand in the jar.

The man opened and closed his mouth a few times, sword lowered as he fumfered something unintelligeble, before his eyes swiveled past Ethan to a nearby dead lizardling with a wafting stream of gold smoke emanating off its tail. "For the fragments? Like you said?" he tentatively clarified. The older man swallowed, face growing paler while Ethan kept staring at him for a moment before frustration seemed to win over as the older man's brows knitted. "Look, we're just trying to survive, okay? We need this. At least to help you a bit. I'll even pay for it, alright? I'll figure out… something. Now can you please move?"

Still, Ethan could sense an undercurrent of panic below the words. He could see it in the tense shoulders shoulders. But at least the man didn't raise the sword. Ethan looked him up and down, then shook his head. "No."

He might have been willing to give a couple away before, but he didn't like how the man was going about it. Instead of a thank-you, he was pushing to take some of Ethan's earnings as if they'd been his god-given right.

The man blinked, and his face grew redder. "No?"

"No," Ethan calmly but firmly repeated. "The fragments behind are mine. They aren't yours to take."

Red began creeping up the man's neck. "You let her have one," he said, voice frantic as he pointed at the closed-eyed woman in overalls. "We were both fighting!"

Liz winced at that, while Martha was trembling as the tension rose, voices echoing in the empty hall. When the silence fell back down, with the man breathing heavy, Ethan shrugged. "Yeah. I let her have them. But she wasn't being an ass about it."

The man's lips drew in a tight line, and he took a step forward, intent on getting past Ethan and when he saw the man approach, the image of a wand shooting him in the face flashed in Ethan's mind.

Ethan, without raising his hands, ignited his claws, and fire surged around the thick skin and talons. The man flinched away, the colors instantly draining his face as if he'd just remembered that Ethan had just been tearing lizardlings limbs from limb, while the third woman whimpered in her throat.

Arms still at his sides—but far enough so his pants wouldn't burn—Ethan spoke. "Back up."

The sword clattered to the ground as the man took a step back, arms raised while his mouth opened and closed without any sound coming out.

Ethan relaxed his jaw, then slowly exhaled and turned the fire off. But he didn't dismiss the claws. "Those fragments aren't yours. I get you're on edge and all that, but we all are. "

The man mumbled a sorry or two, unable to look him in the eyes, and Ethan felt a bit sick in his stomach to have to resort once more to this kind of tactic, but he couldn't allow people to step over him. Not in this kind of lawless… whatever this was.

He sighed. With that unpleasant interaction over with, he turned to collect his remaining fragments.

He left them standing there and went to the lizardlings. Still wincing at his earlier injuries and the new ones, Ethan went through the dead creatures, absorbing the fragments.

That makes it… 22 fragments from clearing what remained of this camp. Nice.

When he was done, he sat down against one of the wide room's walls and checked his notifications.

Congratulations. Side quest completed.

3 stat points awarded. 1 trait token awarded.

New side quests unlocked.

Side quest:

Reach level 20 and upgrade your Lesser Arcanum to tier-1

Reward:

1 trait from a list of tailored options.

1 tier-1 spell token

5 stat points.

The good news helped with his sour mood. One quest was done and the new one was already halfway-done. He just needed the levels for this one. His Arcanum was already at tier-1.

With a smile, Ethan activated the trait token. After that, he'd assign his stats and see for an Arcanum upgrade. He should have enough fragments.

Select a trait from the list below:

Enduring Brawler: Harder to break, quicker to mend. Get more out of your Toughness stat and recover faster.

Enhancer Specialist: Each spellform reshapes you sharper, faster, stronger—for a moment, that's all you need. Every Enhancer spellforms provides 5% extra stats.

Lucky Harvester: The spark always lands near you. You don't chase luck—it walks beside you. Improve chances of finding a spellcore on a dead opponent.

Ethan leaned forward, eyes wide as he read the three options, then re-read them again and once he was done, he ran a hand through his hair before he vigorously scratched the back of his head in frustration.

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"Shit."

All three options were good. Too good, even. The system wasn't lying when it said they'd be custom-tailored for him. What was he supposed to do now?

Alright. Calm down, and go through them one by one.

Enduring Brawler would allow him to rack up levels and fragments at an increased pace, as he'd need less time to recover. He'd probably be safer, too. It was a good edge to have on other competitors.

This might be the best one right now. The one that would speed up my progress the most.

The second trait, Enhancer Specialist, would boost his stats, and clearly it was meant to be a long-term thing. Right now, it was not efficient. Not even close. But down the line? Once he had more Arcanums? Once he had more spellforms at his disposal?

It would give back incredible value. 5% extra on every spellform would add up fast because how many Arcanums could he have? What were the limits of spellforms per Arcanum?

The limits weren't clear, but the potential could be estimated. This trait was not efficient right now. Hell, it might be the worst of the bunch at this moment. But it would be amazing down the line.

Turning his attention to the last one, he hummed. Lucky Harvester.

Immediately, he learned something he hadn't been aware of: dead enemies could drop spellcores. He wasn't 100% sure what that was, but he had a safe guess. If this trait improved his odds of getting spells and modifiers out of his enemies, it might be worth a lot as well. Clearly, spellcores were rare, as Ethan was pretty sure he hadn't seen any such things yet.

Okay. I like Enhancer Specialist. But it's the most inefficient of the bunch. I won't see any benefits out of it for a while. The problem is, if I don't select right now, do I miss out on it forever?

Ethan glanced ahead and the three ex-captives as they talked between each other and took in the room for a moment as he thought things through. A lot of small fires were lit, while the walls had bright torches with merry yellow flames dancing atop of them. He stared at the bright flames for a few moments, then brought his attention back to Enhancer Specialist.

These traits were supposed to be tailor-made for him. So if he kept up this fighting style, he should see this again down the line. There's also the fact that nothing said that these traits would not be offered again. Sure, it didn't say that they'd show back up either, but he guessed he'd soon find out anyway. He just had to earn another trait.

I would stall my progress with this. It's good in the long term, but it's bad right now. I'd fall behind.

With a heavy heart, Ethan ruled it out. He hoped he'd be proven right, soon. That traits would stick around until they're selected or until he fundamentally changed fighting styles, but for now, he was moving on.

Which left Lucky Harvester or Enduring Brawler. Now, he was making guesses, but how much better would Lucky Harvester make his odds of finding these spellcores? Were there any guarantees? Because if it doubled the incredibly low rate of their appearance, then it wasn't that good. Double of 1% is still abysmally low. It could be like 5% or 10%, but even then… He didn't know. He also didn't know if a spellcore had dropped before and he hadn't noticed.

Lots of ifs and maybes with Lucky Harvester. While Enduring Brawler was straightforward. Clear and to the point. And it'd give him a significant boost right now.

"I guess that's it," he mumbled to himself. "Hopefully, these options would show up on the next trait selection. I might know a bit more by then."

With that, Ethan selected Enduring Brawler. As soon as he did, a rush of warm energy rushed into him, sinking into his flesh and bones, and Ethan closed his eyes.

It felt like sinking in a hot bath. Something he definitely hadn't gotten to enjoy much.

Maybe in my next place. Maybe if I do well in whatever this is, I'd be able to afford something nice.

The soreness from his previous injuries faded even further into the background, while the tail-hits from the chieftain lost their edge. Looking down on his arm and thigh, he noticed that both stab injuries were fully scabbed, though his thigh still felt pretty tender to the touch.

Even before selecting the trait, Toughness was speeding up his healing to a supernatural degree. Seeing the state of both wounds, it should have taken days for them to get to this point. Was his healing about to become even faster with Enduring Brawler?

I'll make note of the time. See what happens. Maybe I should experiment with that as well.

It was incredible to see how fast he was recovering.

Ethan shook himself out of his astonishment and focused on the task at hand. There'd be a time for that. But not now.

Next, Ethan looked through his points. With the side quest done, he had a total of 5 free points to assign.

Still not sure about Spirit. But now that I have Enduring Brawler, I should probably make sure my Toughness and Might stay high. Also, everything but Toughness is still pretty low.

Ethan hummed for a moment, then decided to divide his points somewhat evenly. Toughness was so close to 10 he couldn't resist pushing it to the threshold, and the remaining to point, he gave one to Might, and one to Spirit.

Another surge of energy went through him, sinking into his flesh and bone. He even thought he felt the energy disappear somewhere in his chest… Was that the Mana stat's portion? Or the Spirit's portion? He'd have to find out, eventually.

With that done, he turned to the last item on the docket.

And now, for the Arcanum—

Before he could bring up his wand menu, a close coughing sound made his head jerk up.

The crossbow-wielder was in front of him, a nervous smile on her face. Ethan blinked. How long had she been standing there?

There were still grease marks on her overalls and her hand. It seemed like she was in the middle of something when the messages had arrived.

Ethan realized he was staring, so he looked away for a moment as he slowly stood up.

The young woman gave him a wide, practiced smile. "Ah, sorry if I interrupted something. I just wanted to say hi. And thanks. Saved our bacon back there. I'm Liz. I'd shake your hand but um," she showed him her still greasy palm. "Didn't get a chance to wash up before this all started."

Ethan nodded and gave her a smile back, though he was still a bit on edge. "No worries." And then, because he didn't want to be an ass, he added, "Ethan. Nice to meet you."

"Ah. Nice to meet you, too. And thanks for that mana stuff. I can't afford the upgrade, but raising my stat helped a bit. Now I can shoot more than one arrow every five minutes."

Ethan nodded, and she nodded back, and then an uncomfortable silence stretched for a few seconds before she spoke again.

"Listen, cards on the tables here. You clearly don't need our help. But do you mind if we go with you until we find some other people? At least until I can drop those two off. I don't think we're strong enough to be safe. Especially if we encounter another big group of these things."

Ethan gave her a surprised look. "You want to strike out on your own? You're not all together?"

Liz went to scratch the back of her neck but caught herself. She looked down at her greasy hand and sighed. "Yeah… We're not together. Martha's nice enough, but she needs help, and I don't think I can afford to hold her hands while we're fighting for our lives. She'd probably do well with more people around. The dude seems nice. Ish. But I think the fear and stress are getting to him. They're getting to all of us. But I'd feel bad if I left them alone to die, you know? I'd rather find a bigger group, drop them off, then go get some levels. Can't always count on someone else to come and save the day, can I?"

She gave him an apologetic smile, and Ethan had to nod at her logic.

"But um, yeah. That's basically it. We all got caught flatfooted with the end of the world and all that, and we could use a small push to set us back on track. We'll be out of your hair pretty quick. I promise."

She smiled, but Ethan could still feel her nerves. Looking around the camp, he could see how tough it would have been to be caught by the lizardlings with such low levels. He didn't mind having them tag along for a few hours until they found more people, though he'd have to be careful and watch his back. They shouldn't be able to hurt him too badly anyway with the difference in their levels.

It'll be fine. Not everyone's out of their minds.

He hoped, in any case. Besides, he appreciated the honesty and straightforwardness of the woman.

As he was about to agree to her request, Ethan then stilled, recalling something she'd just said. His eyes met the woman. "What do you mean, end of the world?"

Liz blinked at him and her mouth formed into an 'oh'. "You went in pretty fast, huh? You didn't see what happened to the animals?"

When Ethan shook his head and said nothing, she explained, "We weren't the only ones who got powers. Everything went to shit really quickly out there."