Isekai Journey Of The Magic Archer

-Swiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish.

-Boooooooooom!

An explosion rang in the dark forest of the great forest of Kamut.

This was now a common occurrence that has been happening for the last few days.

Some explosions, some small blasts, an endless smell of blood, and the weird atmosphere of the forest.

The big plants were fine but, the smaller ones were dead in the almost middle parts of this forest.

A monster so big it was visible from the ground and passed through the trees was something that induced fear just while being present in that area.

This weird creature that looked ferocious as well as demonic, was something that has been chasing a boy with black hair and black eyes for a long, long time.

Though the creature had a thick membrane of red blood around his skeleton body, there was a distinct, furious expression on his face.

The pressure coming out of his body was close to that of a berserk (Blue) ranked beast and was still increasing.

This was ferocious, and now there was bloodlust around him.

Thick bloodlust that was visible to bare eyes.

The pressure was unbearable, and all the smell was so noxious that breathing was a challenge in itself.

Things were getting destroyed, and this creature was getting stronger.

Looking back, a miserable child was hiding in a tree hole.

This was a critical situation for him too as… ‘it’ bathed him in blood.

That thing painted his whole body in blood, scars, and small holes that were taking a long time to heal.

The necklace around his neck was glowing in gold, and his breathing was heavy.

His left arm had some deep cuts that… even the bones were visible from it.

The flesh and blood that filled this small place in that short time were large.

If not for the natural healing ability and the peculiar necklace around his small neck, he would have been passed out by now.

This was a dire situation but, there was clarity in the boy’s eyes.

Something that a normal warrior experienced in wars was flashing in his eyes.

He was cleaning his deep wound with something in a glass bottle but, the pain when the green liquid touched the fresh wound was so…

“Fucking slime demon!!!” I shouted with utter agony when the healing potion touched the clean, deep cut that showed my arm bones.

This was crazy as hell… no, even more than that!

This fucking bastard was the most persistent one that I had faced in all my life.

6 days.

It has been six days since this creature had chased after me for god knows what reason.

He chased after me while understanding new things about his powers and all the new possibilities of his unique blood skills.

He was crazy.

Just… fucked up… crazy.

He killed all the creatures that came in his path, from unranked ones like tiny insects to creatures like (Green) rank.

Yes. This piece of shit killed a green-ranked creature.

And not just one, but many.

And… he also killed one just some moments ago.

A [White Light Wolf].

A light-attributed, gorgeous creature with blue fur and shining white eyes.

This was a creature of light and this bastard killed that beauty in nine spikes.

That… bastard!

I can’t even take that super rare, precious body of a pure creature of light.

That slime demon devoured everything it come across like they were nothing in his endless stomach.

That thing with that filthy smirk was not something I wanted to look for even a minute, but… that piece of trash had learned something new a few hours ago.

Making blades of blood instead of normal spikes.

Blades that are strong enough to chase the target like some targeted missiles which only dissipate when coming into contact with the target.

For a creature possessing so small intelligence, its learning speed was… extraordinary.

That skill that helped them in adaptation was the scariest thing in this whole dark forest I had seen.

No ghost, corrupted creature, those blood, and gore, or those disgusting natural chimeras could be compared to this unreal ability.

And there was more to this one than the normal adaptations of slimes.

I didn’t understand at first but, after fighting this thing for a week, I was now certain.

This adaptation was at least three times more powerful than the normal slimes found outside of this forest.

This one can adapt to things that can not be explained in normal means and gain the abilities of non-elemental things just like right now.

Blood?

That was no normal attribute.

That was something that was either innate, like the nobles of night, the vampires, or something that comes from skill.

Aside from that, there was no attribute specific to blood, but this creature had it.

They used blood to first become the base blood slimes and then mutated together into something that was totally different from an energy beast.

Adaptation to negative emotions and the demonic traces in those specific things?

That was too specific, and the chances of this happening should have been in decimals.

But these slimes, these specific slimes of this dark forest, were the only ones that successfully did it.

Now, they were something that was destroying everything in its path while chasing me to god knows where.

-spiiiiii…

“Shit.” I cursed and jumped out from the small hole in the blue tree that was still hopefully intact.

Taking out six arrows from my dimensional storage that were some of the last remaining enchanted ones, I shot them with the <Quick fire> technique.

All these arrows were doing was helping me find the exact path of the crore circulating inside this slime’s body.

Every time I successfully hit this bastard body, the jelly part that the extreme force hadn’t torn apart despite its power would resonate with the whole body.

This was the moment its core would be visible on the surface of its outer body, and then I mapped it inside my head.

I was almost there and I could feel it.

But I needed a bit more than just these arrows.

I needed more power than the one that I had, and I needed some time.

I needed an enormous gap, unlike these small ones.

I was fighting this thing for the last six days without rest, without sleep.

Thankfully, I did eat some things in between these fights that made me at least more focused here but, this was not good.

I might be ok without sleep for most parts but, the Mana and concentration that I was recovering with the resources that I had was very limited now.

If this fight continued for a day or two, then… I was as good as dead.

And I wanted to deny this fact with all my might.

“Holy mother of slimes. Take this bastard away and let me live…” I prayed as I landed on the ground.

It devastated the surrounding area.

The ground was tattered, and there were creators all over the place.

The trees were cut or crushed and only one creature with immense pressure was standing in the middle of all this devastation.

This creature, though it was tall, oozed a death indicating bloodlust and an unparalleled angry look. It was now smiling.

I was before his eyes after six hours of chasing after he killed that white wolf.

Though the arrows were still midair, I could clearly see… that.

I could see the abomination left behind by him, as well as the distinct smirk that reminded me of the first demonic creature that ‘we’ faced.

This happened without my knowledge, as I was resting in this small place that brought back some unpleasant things. 𝚍ｏ𝚟𝚕.ｏｒｇ

This fucker that was previously a slime… was not just that anymore.

He has lost his sanity, and now… it was berserk.

Right now, my death was looking down on me.