Self-Summon [Demon Summoning/Evolution litRPG] Chapter 69: [1.69] Invasive (Part 3)

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Gelic transferred three more batches of food to her stomach, making her want to barf since it was way too much. But having more in her gut provided more healing, so she’d bear it. And regrettably, that was the last of the food she had stored. Ever since the heart matter with Grahj where she’d been forced to dump her stockpile, it felt like a waste to keep too much, especially because she hadn’t been using it. Another, smaller assault header her way of just a few fish this time, one she could hopefully defend against more thoroughly. Maybe she couldn’t take out all the piranhas, but hopefully wouldn’t end up with a Health deficit again. Damn it, gonna miss three, she realized halfway through her Bash. Except, they didn’t make it to her, skewered in the air, popping out of existence mere inches from her skin. “Try to keep them from getting too close, Gelic!” Sperado called out to her, brandishing his rapid-fire crossbow. “Can’t risk hitting you too.” “Thanks!” She responded gratefully, actually seeing genuine value in the man for the first time. “Cover for me a second while I get sorted.” Eh, sorted? She’d said those words randomly, following out of her mouth without willing them to exist, meaning her Named Order had made her speak it for some reason. And her nagging power wasn’t done yet, taking control of her body, making her basically faceplant against the ground. She had told herself to do whatever it took to stay alive, which the Order took as getting her hands dirty… and her insides. Since she had no more poisoned food to eat, apparently that meant she was to rely on nature as a last resort. Surely there would be something better, like leaves, oh or some poisonous mushrooms for double the healing power! But nope. There wasn’t time to go out for a pleasant stroll and harvest. Armful by armful, Gelic shoved dirt into her mouth, casting Toxic Imbuement with each scoop. Thankfully, it was all going to Second Stomach, filling it up to the brim, because her real belly couldn’t take anymore at the moment. Angelica tried not to think how this must look, hunching over and feasting on filthy forest dirt like it was some real gourmet scuff in the middle of a fight. The Order packed her full, and apparently it wasn’t done with its assistance just yet. While it didn’t force her next course of action, the power provided a suggestion in the form of a flashback to her museum heist, a lovely memory of her running around with a big helmet covering her body. Yes, armor, she needed armor. Good idea, me! But where would she get armor? Well, obviously she had to make it. Frostbite! Gelic’s circumference expanded a few inches, surrounding herself in a nearly full sphere of ice. All that was fully clear was her bottom so that her feet nubs could still cleanly touch the ground, and she’d left a few holes in front of her face for breathing and seeing. There were also openings on each side for her arms to stick through, but currently she had them retracted, so only her hands were outside, barely sticking out an inch. And the armor didn’t just protect. It also attacked! Protruding from all angles were long pointy spikes, making her look like a giant bur ready to latch onto someone's leg. Though with the ice ball’s slight toxic sheen, it also sort of made her look like an ornament someone would hang from a tree. But that was fine. She could look silly, as long as she was safe. What was a bit of an issue, though, was how damned cold it was to wear. Fortunately, that tapered away quickly, likely in the form of some Cold Resistance levels she’d find about later. Another slight disappointment was that this amazing ability didn’t come in the form of a Combo Skill. It felt so creative, surely worthy of being its own entity. But in the end, it really was just Ice Manifest, comboed into Frostbite, taking the form of a ball instead of a weapon. So fine, it could just be cool in its own way without needing a special label. She’d just have to come up with her ow