Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

As Aengus waded into the dark swamp, the eerie landscape stretched out before him like a twisted nightmare. The black, corrupted water lapped against his legs, its coldness seeping through his clothes, but it was more an unsettling sensation than a real discomfort.

The water seemed to recognize him, parting slightly as he moved deeper, almost as if acknowledging his presence.

The trees that dotted the swamp were ancient and grotesque, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal hands. Their bark was cracked and lifeless, devoid of any color or vitality, as if the very essence of life had been drained from them long ago.

A thick mist clung to the air, swirling around Aengus as he moved forward, making it difficult to see more than a few feet ahead.

The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional ripple in the water or the creaking of the decaying trees.

Despite the foreboding atmosphere, Aengus felt a strange sense of belonging. The swamp was inhospitable, a place where ordinary beings would be overcome with fear or despair. Yet for him, it felt almost welcoming, as if the darkness of the swamp resonated with the darkness within him.

He continued to move forward, the water sloshing quietly around him. Every step he took felt deliberate, as if the swamp itself was guiding him toward something hidden within its depths.

The map he had studied indicated that this place held secrets—ancient, powerful secrets that could further his plans and solidify his control over the Dark Valley.

As he pushed deeper into the swamp, the mist began to thicken, and the light from the gloomy sky above grew dimmer. The trees became more twisted and warped, their branches intertwined in unnatural patterns. Aengus felt the air grow colder, and a sense of anticipation began to build within him.

Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet shifted slightly, and Aengus paused, looking down. The water rippled unnaturally, and a faint glow began to emanate from beneath the surface. He could feel the energy pulsing through the swamp, a dark and ancient power that resonated with his very being. It was as if the swamp was alive, aware of his presence, and responding to his approach.

Without hesitation, Aengus knelt down, submerging his hands into the cold, dark water. The energy surged through him, a rush of power that made his Heart of Darkness race.

The water began to swirl around him, forming a vortex that pulled at his clothes and threatened to drag him under. But Aengus remained calm, allowing the power of the swamp to envelop him.

In an instant he used his Gluttony Of Darkness ability.

In an instant, a black vortex of darkness formed from his body in front.

As Aengus activated his Gluttony of Darkness ability, the atmosphere around him shifted dramatically. The dark power within him surged, manifesting as a swirling black vortex that spiraled out from his body. The vortex was an abyss of pure darkness, pulling in everything in its path with an insatiable hunger.

The black, corrupted water of the swamp was no exception. It began to swirl violently, drawn into the vortex with a sound like a distant roar. The water gurgled and churned as it was consumed, the dark energy within it being siphoned off and absorbed by Aengus. The vortex grew larger with each passing moment, expanding like a growing black hole that threatened to consume the entire swamp.

The power coursing through Aengus was intoxicating. He could feel his muscles tightening and growing stronger, his senses sharpening as his body adapted to the influx of dark energy. Every gulp of the swamp's tainted waters seemed to fortify his being, enhancing his physical attributes in a way that felt both exhilarating and overwhelming.

[ Strength +1 ]

[ Strength +2 ]

[ Strength +1 ]

[ Agility + 1 ]

[ Defense + 2 ]

[ Agility +2 ]

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Yet, despite the immense power he was drawing in, Aengus was acutely aware of the limitations of his ability.

Unlike the legendary Devour ability of Beelzebub, which could convert all consumed matter into raw, undiluted Nether Energy added with more unique capabilities, Gluttony of Darkness was more specialized on a specific category.

It focused primarily on enhancing his physical form, his strength, agility, and endurance, but the amount of Nether Energy it provided was meager in comparison.

Still, the power he was absorbing was substantial. The vortex continued to expand, consuming more and more of the swamp.

The trees that stood near the water's edge began to tremble, their roots pulled free from the muck as the ground itself started to be drawn toward the vortex. The once vast swamp was rapidly shrinking, its dark waters being devoured by Aengus's insatiable hunger.

As Aengus stood in the corrupted swamp, siphoning the dark energy from the murky waters with his *Gluttony of Darkness* ability, the atmosphere was thick with an ominous stillness. The water around him churned, its malevolent essence being drawn into the vortex that swirled with increasing intensity.

Just as Aengus began to feel the intoxicating power surging through him, a sudden disturbance broke the eerie calm.

Whoosh!

Without warning, a pack of lizard-like demons erupted from the depths of the swamp, their scaled bodies slicing through the water with predatory precision. They moved with astonishing speed, their wet, armored scales reflecting the faint, sickly light that filtered through the canopy above.

These creatures were monstrous in size, standing between 5 to 10 meters tall, with powerful limbs that ended in razor-sharp claws. Their elongated snouts were lined with jagged teeth, and their eyes burned with a primal hunger. Their dagger-like tails whipped through the air, slicing through anything in their path as they closed in on their target—Aengus.

His Predator Instinct flared to life, alerting him to the imminent danger. Without hesitation, Aengus pivoted on his heel, his reflexes heightened to near-superhuman levels. The dark vortex that had been absorbing the swamp's energy shifted, directed by his will. It surged forward, expanding rapidly to meet the oncoming threat.

The vortex's pull was terrifyingly strong, a force of nature that devoured everything in its path.

The first few lizard demons, caught off guard by Aengus's swift reaction, were sucked into the vortex before they could even react. Their bodies were twisted and distorted as they were consumed by the swirling darkness, their agonized roars cut short as they disappeared into the abyss.

The sheer force of the vortex disintegrated their forms, leaving nothing but dark mist in the air where they had once stood.

However, the remaining lizard demons were not so easily defeated.

These creatures, though savage, were experienced predators, and their survival instincts kicked in. With a collective hiss, they recoiled, darting out of the vortex's reach with fluid, practiced movements. Their leader, a particularly large and cunning lizard demon with scarred scales and a fierce glare, barked orders at the others, his voice a guttural growl.

"Men, this guy is bad news," the leader hissed, his reptilian eyes narrowing as they fixed on Aengus. He recognized the threat that Aengus posed, his gaze calculating as he quickly assessed the situation.

"Number 3, go and inform the Chief that a Greater Demon with Darkness power is here. We need his immediate help."

"Okay, boss," Number Three, a slightly smaller but equally fearsome lizard demon, replied with urgency.

He didn't waste a moment, his body diving into the dark waters with a splash, disappearing into the murky depths with a powerful flick of his tail. The water rippled and then settled, leaving only the faint sound of his departure echoing through the swamp.