Self-Summon [Demon Summoning/Evolution litRPG] Chapter 42: [1.42] Powers Combined (Part 1)

Read chapter 42 of Self-Summon [Demon Summoning/Evolution litRPG] by Drim on NovelPedia.

First, Gelic Multi-Bounced toward the enemy, building up speed and height with each skip. Then when she could cover the rest in a single bound, she activated Jump Good, letting her pick the spot about a dozen feet directly above the Malignant’s head. As soon as she reached her mark, Flutter activated to keep her floating in place. She didn’t have long, just a few seconds, or the MP drain to sustain her flight would run out with her low reserves. So she stared down at her foe, lining up her shot, and then released her non-flapping wings. Plunge! The second she started to fall, her descent sped up as if she’d been launched. With her dagger primed, it was like she’d become a piercing missile. So it was time to finish it up with a Stab! At the last second, the Malignant stared up at her, just in time to greet its death before it erupted into Essence a second later. [Malignant Lv.6 defeated. Gained 47 Essence] [Might notably increased] [Might has improved from Pathetic to Weak] [Competence notably increased] [Destruction Attunement notably increased] [Stab Lv.3] [Might increased] [Destruction Attunement increased] [Plunge Lv.2] [Might increased] [Creativity increased] [Destruction Attunement increased] [Combo Skill: Airstrike Lv.1 unlocked] [Might increased] [Creativity notably increased] [Balletic Attunement increased] [Destruction Attunement increased] A lot of messages again, to the point that Angelica almost missed the new interesting thing on account of it. Like when she had too many notifications that she hadn’t been in the right situation to receive, maybe there was a way to lessen the repeated filler. Hey, Demon Growth System, do you think you could combine all the Worth and Attunement increases? [Acceptable] Oh wow, she didn’t expect it to be so easy. Of course, she wouldn’t know if it had actually done something until the next batch came her way, but she was hopeful. There was also something else she’d noticed. Some of the Essence hadn’t gone to her. A bit of it twinkled up into the sky, toward Xinder’s direction. Her best guess was that since he did some of the damage, he got some of the pay. Seemed fair, and she got the bulk, so it must be roughly proportional to contribution. “Good work, Gelic,” Rastille came running over. “Didn’t know you were capable of such things. I’m pleasantly surprised. Vystal’s Demon has finished taking care of the rest, so we’re ready to head onto the next batch.” Ah yes, next batch, of course there would be more after all that. And it wasn’t like they could just pack it in halfway through, call it a job well done when there would still be more of these things out there targeting humans, even if they weren’t too dangerous. Actually, the Imp had just experienced just how dangerous they could be. Since they couldn’t be seen by humans, that punchy brat could easily kill someone if it felt the desire. Best to exterminate the pests before they bare their fangs. She wouldn’t be able to sit with it otherwise. If someone got injured because of a Malignant she left to fester, it’d bother her for some time. She was the type to dwell on things and think about everything she’d done wrong. Overanalyzing was one of her favorite pastimes and biggest reasons she had low self-esteem. “Okay, sure.” Gelic mentally prepared herself for the more work still yet to come. “But uhh, can I ride with you guys this time? My M- my mana can’t handle more running around the city.” She half expected to be told no, because that felt like what a snobby Summoner would say, scoffing at a Demon daring to act like an acquaintance rather than a servant. Fortunately, Rastille was more level headed. She expected to sit in the truck bed, but he had been so kind as to allow her to sit upfront on the armrest between him and Sperado. Speaking of which, Gelic had a question for the man who had done literally nothing to aid in their hunt so far. She turned to the lackadaisical layabout who looked ready to fall asleep while staring out the