In A Fantasy World I Can Absorbs Abilities

"I hear you, Michael. I'll be there as quickly as I can. Stay safe."

Enjoy new chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

Miaomiao's calm voice reached him faintly through the earring. Relieved by her prompt response, Michael regained his composure and prepared for the imminent confrontation.

He melded seamlessly into the shadows by the window. The deep, dark shade created by the moonlight cloaked him completely, making him disappear into the darkness. Hidden within the shadows, Michael held his breath, straining his ears for any sound.

The silver powder continued to float in the room, but fortunately, the shadows shielded him from its effects. They provided him with the perfect hiding place. Pressing his back against the wall, Michael minimized his movements and controlled his breathing.

The silence was broken by the faint creak of the door opening. The sound resonated loudly in the quiet of the night, putting Michael further on edge.

As the door opened, a gust of wind swept into the room, scattering the floating particles. Shortly after, a large shadow emerged from beyond the doorway.

The intruder, moving with the precision of a predator hunting its prey, stepped cautiously into the bedroom. Hidden in the shadows, Michael narrowed his eyes and observed the intruder's movements.

The shadow was far too large to belong to a human. As the moonlight illuminated the figure more clearly, Michael realized it was a giant bear. For a moment, he doubted his eyes. His concentration wavered briefly, causing him to momentarily expose himself from the shadows.

The enormous bear, its form nearly touching the ceiling, emitted low, guttural growls between heavy breaths. Its massive body moved clumsily, and Michael immediately understood why the door had taken so long to open. Manipulating the small doorknob with its thick, rough paws must have been a difficult task.

The bear, nearing the bed, growled louder, seemingly excited. Its black eyes glinted sharply in the light, a blend of feral savagery and human cunning reflected in its gaze.

Initially, Michael had considered confronting the intruder head-on. Regardless of the enemy's identity, he was confident in his ability to prevail. However, realizing the adversary was a massive bear changed his approach entirely.

Fighting a creature of that size head-on would be foolish. Moreover, this was no ordinary bear—it was undoubtedly part of the Rock Bear Tribe. The magical powder seeping through the door and the pouches hanging at its waist hinted at its purpose.

Michael recalled Karato's warning: retribution was inevitable after the death of the grand shaman's only granddaughter. Clearly, Karato's words hadn't been an empty threat.

Identifying the enemy, Michael melted back into the shadows. The bear's ferocious eyes gleamed with rage and a thirst for vengeance, its immense strength now subdued.

"What was that power?" Michael wondered briefly before refocusing on the task at hand.

The bear swung its massive paw, slicing through the air with incredible force. The bed splintered under the impact, its wooden frame and fabric shredded as if made of paper.

Watching from the shadows, Michael shuddered at the thought of that immense power being directed at him. The bear, realizing the bed was empty, began to rampage. Furniture shattered under its colossal paws as it wreaked havoc in the room.

Whatever enchantment was cast outside, no soldiers responded despite the chaos. The eerie silence heightened Michael's unease.

Crouching in the shadows, he carefully moved to find the bear's blind spot. His shadow concealment spell was highly effective, but it had one critical weakness—he would become visible when attacking.

This meant he had to find the perfect opportunity for a single, fatal strike. Anything less would leave him vulnerable to the bear's claws. This was no ordinary bear; it wielded the power of an external force.

If Michael could touch the bear's body, he might be able to absorb its magic. However, doing so would put him at great risk. The safest option was to deal a fatal blow first before attempting to siphon its power.

The bear continued its rampage, destroying everything in its path as Michael quietly calculated his next move from the shadows.

Moving gracefully within the shadows, Michael searched for the bear's weak point. His target was the neck. If he could strike an arrow between the nape and the spine, it would deal a fatal blow. But for that, he needed the perfect opportunity.

His focus sharpened further. The sound of the bear's breathing, its claws scraping against the floor—this was a situation where even the slightest mistake could not be afforded. Taking a deep breath, Michael steadied his mind once more.

He couldn't rely on Miaomiao or Markus for assistance. The complete silence outside indicated that the enemy's external force was likely blocking any external interference.

The enraged bear, Babaru, scoured the bedroom relentlessly. Her divinations still indicated that Michael was in the room, which only served to intensify her fury. It had all been a perfect plan—or so she thought.

"Where could he be hiding? Cunning little pest," she muttered internally, her anger mounting.

Michael moved nimbly between the shadows, avoiding the bear's rampage. Babaru swung her heavy paw, toppling a luxurious wardrobe made of fine wood. The crashing of the wardrobe onto the floor filled the room with a deafening noise, scattering fabric and wooden debris in all directions.

Seizing the chaos as an opportunity, Michael used the flying dust and fragments as cover to reposition himself. When Babaru bent down to inspect the wardrobe's contents, Michael didn't miss the chance.

Quietly, he raised his bow from within the shadows, his eyes cold and focused as he took aim. Steadying his breath, he drew the bowstring and nocked an arrow. In that moment, all the noise in the room seemed to vanish, leaving only his target in his sight.

He could see every muscle rippling along the bear's back, every strand of fur shifting with each breath. As he silently recited an executioner's prayer, he released the arrow.

The arrow cut through the air, hurtling toward the bear. Babaru sensed something amiss and began to turn, but it was already too late. The arrow buried itself deep into her neck, piercing through the thick hide and severing her spine.