In A Fantasy World I Can Absorbs Abilities

A sharp, piercing scream echoed through the room, so chilling that it seemed to make the surrounding darkness tremble. Writhing in pain, Babaru collapsed to the floor.

From the shadows, Michael emerged slowly. His eyes fixed on the fallen bear, a glimmer of steel in his gaze.

"The avenger of Karina," he thought.

Babaru's fading vision locked onto the dark-haired young man approaching her. She could feel the immense power emanating from him, a force entwined with multiple external energies.

Summoning the last of her strength, Babaru attempted to raise her paw, but it barely twitched. Michael remained composed, his expression indifferent as he assessed her condition. Only after confirming that the threat had been neutralized did he step closer.

It would be best to secure her completely, he decided. Babaru glared at him, her bloodied mouth trembling as her breaths became increasingly erratic.

Her eyes, filled with a mixture of rage and despair, bore into Michael, but his gaze was devoid of emotion. Calmly, Michael approached the growling bear and gripped her thick, powerful shoulder.

Babaru struggled to break free, but she no longer had the strength to resist.

The divine energy of the Rock Bear Goddess began to flow toward Michael, the raw and untamed magic surging into him. Feeling the powerful wave of energy, Michael exhaled in exhilaration. This was enough to replenish his expended magic—and then some.

Babaru, sensing the divine power of her goddess being absorbed by her enemy, let out a scream of pain and despair.

"You… dare defile the sacred power of the goddess? No… oh goddess, forgive me!"

The bear's form began to fade, her massive body shrinking and dissolving. Soon, all that remained was an old crone, shriveled and weak, draped in a bear pelt and clutching a carved bear figurine.

She collapsed, utterly drained, glaring at Michael with eyes filled with venomous hatred, rage, and fear.

"You… what is the nature of your power…?" she rasped, her voice barely audible as her final breath escaped her lips.

Michael flinched at the unexpected outcome. He had intended to keep her alive and interrogate her about how she had infiltrated the room. But it no longer mattered. The execution had been carried out, and if needed, she could be revived.

Placing a hand on her lifeless body, Michael began to chant the resurrection spell.

"[Resurrectionis electio!]"

Nothing happened.

Confused, he tried again.

"[Resurrectionis electio!]"

The result was the same.

"[Resurrectionis electio!]"

"[Resurrectionis electio!]"

For the first time, the spell failed repeatedly. Michael paused, forcing himself to analyze the situation calmly.

Babaru had committed crimes, and her execution was just retribution for attacking a commander during wartime. He had recited the executioner's prayer correctly. So why wasn't the resurrection working?

Reaching out, he touched her body once more and chanted a different spell.

"[Absorptionem eligo!]"

A gentle light arose, flowing into Michael's body.

Absorbing her abilities worked, but resurrection did not? His gaze swept over Babaru's lifeless form.

There must be some condition, he thought, for the resurrection spell to succeed.

As soon as Babaru met her demise, the barrier sealing the area seemed to dissipate, allowing Miaomiao to burst through the door. Outside the window, Marcus's eyes were filled with deep concern.

"There's no need to worry. It's over now," Michael reassured him.

[Have you captured the intruder who infiltrated this place? On my way here, I managed to capture a beast as well,] Miaomiao declared.

"What rank is it?" Michael asked, his interest piqued.

If the beast was of the sixth rank or higher, communication would be possible, and they could extract information about its origin and how it had infiltrated their territory. With luck, they might even uncover the current location of the Rock Bear Tribe's encampment.

[It's a second-rank beast—a Siren. I've already sealed its abilities, and Marcus and I have thoroughly intimidated it. With some persuasion, it should be willing to cooperate,] Miaomiao replied confidently.

Michael sighed in relief. His mind drifted back to the abilities he had absorbed from Babaru. Now, at last, he could focus on them without distraction. As he concentrated, Babaru's entire life flashed before his eyes.

He saw her childhood, running freely across the grasslands with friends. He saw her younger years, when she received the call of the Rock Bear Goddess. Then came the war, sanctioned by her tribe, which had led to the meaningless sacrifice of her son and daughter-in-law. He saw her holding her young granddaughter in her arms, weeping.

She had fought desperately to prevent her tribe from engaging in yet another war, but in the end, she had been forced to participate alongside her granddaughter. And finally, he witnessed her granddaughter's tragic death and Babaru's unfulfilled thirst for vengeance.

Michael opened his eyes, having relived the life of a woman whose fate had been written in pain and loss.

He reviewed the ability he had acquired, nodding to himself. It was an incredible power—one that could easily dominate the battlefield. Read exclusive adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

A bitter smile formed on his lips as he recalled Babaru's actions. Despite possessing such an extraordinary ability, she had infiltrated enemy lines alone, determined to assassinate a single person. In the end, she had thrown her life away in vain.

Had she possessed even a basic understanding of military strategy or actively participated in warfare, the outcome could have been vastly different. Perhaps it had been sheer luck on his part.

If Michael had not killed Babaru's granddaughter, Kalina, she would have fought in the war. And if she had encountered even a slightly competent commander, she could have fully utilized her potential.

A certain saying surfaced in his mind: Those blessed by the Outer Gods are accompanied by fortune.

If that was true, then Michael was undoubtedly favored. The blessings he had received from the Outer Gods were unparalleled—was it really surprising that he experienced fortune far beyond that of others?

By now, soldiers had gathered around, alerted by the disturbances in his quarters. Upon witnessing the carnage inside, they hesitated, fearful of reprimand. Michael waved them away.

He needed time for a private discussion with Miaomiao.

"All of you, withdraw for now. The situation has already been resolved. Head downstairs and wait. I need to speak with the Sphinx and determine how the intruders managed to enter."