The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice-Chapter 141: Feral Charge

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|— Name- Caspian Arcwright—|

•[Race - Human]

•[Rank - B+] — (958,000 Power Points)

~Nearest Rank —A (1,000,000)

~Unused Point — (9850)

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~Core Connection - Low

~Core Domain - 100 meter

~Monster Evolution - Low

[Low <Average<Good<Very Good<Excellent<Outstanding]

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•Strength — 221 (B+)

•Agility — 225 (B+)

•Endurance - 310 (A+)

•Mana - 95 (D+)

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•[Affinity Awakened]

~[Fire - 3% Low]

~[Air - 2% Low]

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[Bloodmoon Synchronisation — 5.5%]

[Bloodmoon Memory Next part —68% completion]

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[Skills]

(1. Feral Charge – A rapid dash that increases speed and impact upon collision.- Lvl -0)

(2. Bone Crush – Enhances bite or claw strength to break bones with ease —Lvl -0)

(3. Multi-Slash – Unleashes a flurry of quick, sharp attacks—Lvl-0)

(4. Earth Stomp – A powerful stomp that creates small tremors, staggering enemies— lvl-0)

(5. Armor Hide – Temporarily hardens the use's skin to reduce incoming damage—lvl-0)

(6. Ember Spit – Releases a small burst of fire, causing minor burns.lvl-1)

(7. Frost Fang – Bites an enemy and freezes the wound slightly. —lvl -0 [locked])

8. Thunder Pulse – Releases a weak electrical burst around the monster —lvl-0 [locked])

(9. Wind Cutter – Sends out a sharp blade of wind that can slice through soft materials —lvl-0)

(10. Stone Spikes – Summons small rock spikes from the ground to pierce enemies.—lvl-0 [locked])

(11. Poison Claw – Inflicts a weak poison that drains stamina over time.— lvl-0 [locked])

(12. Howl of Fear – Releases an intimidating roar that lowers the enemy's morale.—lvl-0)

(13. Venomous Mist – Exhales a toxic mist that blurs vision and slows movements.—lvl-0 [locked])

(14. Paralysis Sting – A stinger attack that causes brief paralysis.—lvl-0)

(15. Dark Veil – Creates a temporary smokescreen of dark energy, making it harder to see.—lvl-0 [locked])

(16. Regeneration (Lesser) – Gradually heals minor wounds over time.—lvl-0[locked])

(17. Burrow Escape – Allows a quick escape by digging underground. Lvl -0)

(18. Camouflage – Blends into the environment, making the monster harder to detect. Lvl-0)

(19. Energy Drain – Absorbs a small portion of the enemy's stamina when attacking.—lvl-0)

(20. Shell Guard – Retracts into a hardened shell to negate damage for a short time.—lvl-0)

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Caspian rolled his shoulders, his joints cracking.

It had been a while since he considered actively working on monster skills.

Bloodmoon had urged him to focus on his core strength, reaction speed, and endurance.

A solid foundation, he had said, would ensure Caspian didn't become over-reliant on flashy techniques.

But now—

"It's time."

Caspian exhaled slowly, his eyes scanning the list of abilities displayed on his interface.

Some were locked, as he didn't awaken the affinity that was required. Others sat at Level 0, waiting to be developed.

"I'll start with Feral Charge."

A straightforward skill—nothing complicated. It enhanced his acceleration, allowing him to close the distance between himself and an enemy in an instant.

Simple in concept.

But in a real battle?

It could mean the difference between dodging an attack and taking a fatal hit.

Caspian positioned himself at one end of the chamber, facing a set of reinforced training dummies.

They weren't ordinary dummies.

Each was layered with a mana-infused alloy, capable of withstanding high-impact strikes from A-rank combatants.

"Good. If I can leave a dent in one of those, it means I'm making progress."

He bent his knees slightly, his muscles coiling like a tightened spring.

Then—

He launched forward.

A burst of power surged through his legs as he pushed off the ground. His body blurred, moving faster than the eye could follow—

—but something was off.

Just before impact, his momentum wavered.

He skidded to a stop a few meters from the dummy, his balance faltering as his boots scraped against the chamber floor.

"Damn."

Caspian frowned, analyzing what went wrong.

The acceleration was there. The speed felt natural. But the transition from movement to attack? It wasn't seamless.

"I need more control."

His mind raced through possible fixes.

Speed meant nothing if he couldn't control his footwork and posture.

He needed to redirect the force at the perfect moment—turning raw momentum into an unstoppable strike.

Caspian took a deep breath, shaking out his limbs.

"Again."

This time, he adjusted his stance.

Rather than charging in blindly, he focused on the moment before impact.

The muscles in his calves tensed. His breathing slowed.

Three… Two… One—

He exploded forward.

His body shot through the air, a streak of motion cutting toward the dummy—

And at the last second—

Caspian twisted his hip and angled his shoulder forward.

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BAM!

His shoulder slammed into the dummy with a force that sent a deep vibration through the chamber.

The reinforced structure shuddered, its metallic surface denting inward from the sheer impact.

The force rippled up Caspian's arm, but this time, he stayed steady.

His boots slid back slightly—but he remained upright.

His breathing was even.

He smirked.

"That's more like it."

"Ding"

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[Feral Charge -lvl 1]- [Max level-20(currently)]

{You're finally getting it, huh? ,Took you long enough. Maybe there's hope for you yet.}

Caspian scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Shut up. I'm just getting started."

Bloodmoon chuckled darkly.

{Then don't waste time. Keep going.}

Caspian's smirk widened.

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21:30.

The academy grounds were quiet at this hour.

Caspian exhaled, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he exited the practice chamber. His muscles ached—not unbearable, but just enough to remind him of the hours spent refining Feral Charge.

It had barely reached Level 2, and his balance was still awful.

"Not enough."

Even though his power was increasing, the flaws in his execution irritated him.

The sheer speed of the skill made it difficult to adjust his center of gravity mid-motion.

He needed more practice—more precision.

Still, he had other things to handle.

As Caspian made his way through the academy halls, his mind drifted to unfinished assignments.

The instructors wouldn't accept "I was training" as an excuse.

He sighed.

"Guess I'm pulling another late night."

Just as he reached the dormitory corridor, a thought resurfaced in his mind—one he had been avoiding for days.

Awakening the Darkness Element.

His pace slowed.

He had considered it before, but now? It was time to decide.

"Bloodmoon."

His sword remained silent for a moment.

{What?}

"I want to awaken The darkness element "