Self-Summon [Demon Summoning/Evolution litRPG] Chapter 44: [1.44] Frostbite (Part 1)

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[Achievement unlocked: Scourge-Cleanser - Rank 2] [Congratulations, you have now killed ten Malignants, the arbitrary number I picked so that you could prove that you had a properly functioning body. Now you can be trusted with this. Go and hunt these scourges to the ends of all worlds! Next Reward: 50 Malignants defeated] [Passive Skill: Malignant Tracker Lv.1 unlocked. An upgraded version of Malignant Sense. Allows you to locate and track Malignants based on the criteria you set. Potency and accuracy of Tracking scales with Skill Level and Lucidity. Growth Scales with Lucidity. Skill cannot be Attuned] [Lucidity increased] Oh wow, it would seem that the Demon Growth System had gotten used to her patterns and adapted as such. It went ahead and read out the Achievement and Skill details without her having to activate Scrying Eye and look from there. And great, now that she had the Skill, she wouldn’t need the Rune. It made sense now why most Summoners assumed that Demons had it from the start, if it was given so early on in their careers. Almost begged the question of why the inferior Malignant Sense existed or how it was even obtained. The DGS had also paused for a moment, allowing Angelica time to reflect on what she’d just received before moving on to the next. [Achievement unlocked: Poison Hands] [Everything you touch dies! Okay, not really, but it could. You’ve started down the path of slow, deceitful death. Some call it cowardly, others call it tactical. I say whatever gets the job done. So take this boon of poison to further your pestilent ways.] [Toxic Lv.4] [Malice significantly increased] [Pestilence Attunement massively increased] [Pestilence Attunement has increased from Touched to Embraced] Well damn, three level ups in one go. Gelic had a feeling that Traits likely levelled slower than Skills, feeling rarer and more lucrative, but that was currently not proving to be the case. Once the handouts ran dry, however, she still speculated that would be how things went, so it would probably be some time before she saw another Toxic level. Now that business had been taken care of, the Imp wandered out of the dome. And strangely, all she found was a peaceful playground. The fierce battlefield had ceased to exist. Besides the bolts laying around which should disintegrate soon, and the sporadically scuffed sections of ground from where Rastille’s hammer had hit it, there was no evidence that they’d been there at all. The schoolyard felt eerily serene, like it was a place that her presence was disturbing, somewhere she shouldn’t be. Though a lot of that could be lingering feelings from her memories. It always felt weird being at a school during the off hours. Angelica should go join the rest of her party. Malignant Sense was already telling her the direction they were located, off toward the trees, but she wanted to test out her new skill, so she turned on the upgraded version, since thankfully it could actually be toggled. It gave her a clearer count, showing that there were still about a dozen that the Summoners were engaged with. But her senses now also told her there was an odd one out, one that the others had either missed or ignored while they pursued those trying to escape destruction. Her eyes wandered over to the nearby jungle gym. They found nothing at first, so she enabled her second vision, and got her answer. But it was also at that moment that the sole remaining Malignant in the area chose to make its presence known, likely due to the deaths of its kin. What shimmered to life in the middle of the metal cage was another rocky egg, but a much bigger, angrier one. [Malignant Lv.23 | Health: 100%] Holy frits! Angelica struggled to keep her balance as the whole ground shook. Apparently the part of the monster she saw was only the tip. It emerged from the ground, its stoney skin expanding, ripping straight through the jungle gym, shredding the metal to shrapnel as it burst out of its self-imposed cage. “Hey, hey, hey