Trapped as an NPC in a Dating Sim-Chapter 60: Unique Skill: Core Infusion

But surprisingly, Soren showed no reaction at all to this attack.

In fact, he did not even care to dodge this time; his bow slowly raised upward, his lips smeared with a bit of blood at the corner.

Even though his mana was bottomed out due to using Artemis Grace, he nocked an arrow as if showing his final resistance to the ultimate death he could not avoid.

Seeing him like this, the Orc Chieftain smirked menacingly, as if mocking him.

Without mana, he was as weak as a chicken to him. And drinking a mana potion was not a choice right now for Soren.

In the end, it was an absolute death that he could no longer prevent, even if he wanted to.

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Ding!

[You have chosen to utilize your stat: GAP]

[You have 1 GAP point.]

[You used your GAP stat on your active skill.]

[You do not have enough mana in your body for evolution.]

[...]

[It is detected that you have awakened a Unique skill: Core Infusion]

[Do you want to use the mana stored in your temporary core?]

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Yet even with the scythe of death looming over him, Soren’s smile never wavered, nor did his bow bend.

Rather, his eyes were unprecedentedly calm as he gave an order with absolute coldness filled with thick killing intent,

"Yeah, use all the mana inside."

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Ding!

[You have chosen to replenish the mana needed for the skill evolution from your temporary core.]

[Congratulations! The skill, Artemis Grace (S-rank), has evolved by one level into Helios Piercer (SS-rank).]

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After all, how could he feel fear when the sun itself stood on his side?

*Roar!*

"SOREN!"

As the cacophony of death echoed across the battlefield with the Orc Chieftain right above Soren, making all the team members afraid, a miniature sun suddenly condensed on the tip of Soren’s arrow.

No, it could not be called miniature anymore, as, unlike before, the brightness and heat it emitted were multiple times greater.

*Crack!*

It was so strong that Soren felt his C-rank bow crack ever so slightly.

But still, before the boss monster could land a blow on his head, his Helios Piercer was already ready, condensing faster than ever before.

"Shoot!"

In no time at all, the radiance of Soren’s arrow blinded everyone as he finally released it.

*Swoosh!*

In the next instant, the arrow shot upward, tearing through the air as it sped straight toward the Orc Chieftain, who was already closing in.

*Roar!*

Seeing such a menacing attack, the Chieftain, still in his Berserk state, showed no trace of fear.

Instead, he let out a valiant roar, veins bulging and muscles swelling as the frenzy amplified his strength, before swinging his axe with everything he had.

*Boom!*

Unfortunately, his axe was nothing more than a mortal’s weapon against the overwhelming brilliance of the sun.

With no suspense at all, it broke from the sheer heat before his entire body was engulfed by the brilliant light, swallowed by the radiant sun.

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Ding!

[An incredible Luck applies.]

[Congratulations! Your invariable stat, Critical Hit, has been activated.]

[The damage dealt to the Graythorn War Chief will be doubled.]

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"..."

Then...there was no then, as the entire body of the Orc Chieftain was directly pulverized just like those goblins he shot before.

The Helios Piercer that was formed using the multiple mana cores of the monsters Soren absorbed with his unique skill, Core Infusion, was too strong.

Not to mention the effect of the Critical Hit stat.

The poor guy stood no chance at all.

The attack power was so overwhelming that, for a moment, the battlefield once again returned to silence, illuminated only by the slowly disappearing motes of light that lit up the gray sky.

Even the remaining orcs stood stiffly in their positions as they realized what just happened.

"Evan, kill the remaining monsters, fast!"

Only when the faint, weak voice of Soren, who dropped to the ground embarrassingly, sounded did his party members come to their senses.

"O-Okay..."

Now, with the boss monster gone and his party members freed, Soren did not have to worry about anyone’s safety.

He could silently endure the pain of his broken legs while listening to the "Voice of the World" announcement.

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[Congratulations!]

[You have killed the Boss of the E-rank Survival Type Dungeon, Graythorn Orc Chieftain.]

[You have levelled up.]

[Your current level is 36.]

[Congratulations on defeating the E-rank boss monster with a single shot.]

[You have gained the title: Orc Slayer]

[Orc Slayer: Increases damage dealt to orcs by 10%. This effect is also applicable against boss-type monsters.]

[Congratulations! You have successfully conquered the E-rank survival-type dungeon: Graythorn Outpost.]

[All party members have gained the title: Survivor.]

[Survivor (Upgradable): Title only effective inside Survival Type Dungeons up to D rank. Reduces domain debuff effects by 15% and increases stamina recovery rate by 10%.]

[Since your team has already conquered the dungeon, the time limit has been lifted. You can now leave the dungeon at any time.]

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"Soren, are you alright? Ahh, why the heck did you jump down from such a height? Look, your legs are all broken."

"Why are you always risking your life?"

"So much blood... let me heal you immediately."

"Sacred Restoration!"

"Heal!"

"Sacred Restoration!"

"Heal!"

Soren did not have time to pay attention to the "Voice of the World" and the reward he received as he saw Sylvia coming over anxiously, her eyes completely moist.

For the first time, Soren saw her crying, her tears dripping onto his legs.

She seemed visibly panicked and incoherent, seeing Soren’s legs bent in a strange, unnatural position.

Her hands trembled slightly as she desperately poured every ounce of mana she could gather, repeatedly casting the new healing skill she learned at level 30 in an attempt to restore his broken legs.

"Hey... Sylvia, calm down."

"Sacred Restoration!"

"Sylvia, I am alright. This much is nothing really. I can just get better at the Academy’s infirmary."

"Heal!"

Soren tried to calm Sylvia down, but she did not listen. Rather, without any care, she poured every bit of mana, gently caressing his leg and restoring its shape.