Self-Summon [Demon Summoning/Evolution litRPG] Chapter 72: [1.72] Unleashed (Part 3)

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Where am I? That was a rhetorical question. Gelic knew exactly where she was, inside the Malignant that had eaten her. The wondering was more pertained to her overall positioning in its massive body. She’d fallen for what felt like quite a while, bumping against the fleshy walls of the innards before finally managing to grasp something solid to stop her descent. Thankfully, it wasn’t completely dark, since Scrying Eye worked like a pseudo nightvision. Not great, but better than nothing. Her best guess was that she’d latched onto some sort of vertebrae, but that still didn’t give her a proper clue, since its backbone probably ran the whole length of its body. Her ocular Skill also delivered some bad news. With each passing second, the Malignant was healing, already back up to the thirties. Damn it, I was so close! She shouldn’t have been so reckless and stuck with her companions. Though if the eel was targeting her, could somehow sense her, then they could have been swallowed too. So maybe this was for the best. She’d die as a snack alone. Wait… actually. This was ideal. The fool, the stupid stupid Malignant fool. It had just dealt its own death. Once the Imp managed to pull herself up onto the bony ledge and got a good grip, she couldn’t stop from throwing her head back and laughing. A gutteral, maniacal laugh that echoed throughout the beast’s body, as if the very spirit of Malice was channeling through her. The absolute worst place to send a poison Demon was inside of the monster’s own body. Now she really couldn’t miss! Coat of Arms, Frostbite, Multi-Bounce! Armored up as a spikeball once more, for her weapon this time, she gave herself igloo-like gloves with claws sticking out of them. Accuracy wouldn’t be important here. Every hit would land. Up she went, then down she went, bouncing around the Malignant’s insides as if she were a rubber ball with endless momentum. Each crash only built her speed even more, inflicting stacks of Toxic endlessly while also providing direct devastating damage, tearing the monster up from the inside out. It was incredible, exhilarating, destructive. Gelic had become the monster, the literal beast within, a deadly parasite. But instead of killing the scuffer slowly, no, she’d end this as quickly as she could. Faster, faster, hit it faster! The Multi-Bounce chain never broke, building up more speed and momentum with each hit, making the eel’s body jerk and shake. Angelica had to laugh again when she thought about what it must look like from the outside, the massive Malignant swaying as it dealt with what would look like tummy problems. What didn’t keep up with the assault, however, was the ice. At such insane velocities, both the armor and weapons kept shattering, eventually breaking with each and every hit. But that was fine, she just made them again and again, as many times as it would take! Had she destroyed any major organs, did Malignants even had organs? Well whatever she’d done, it had taken its toll Almost there! [Malignant Lv.189 | Health 8%] Just a bit more! Just a bit more! Just a- huh? After the latest hit, Gelic triggered Frostbite once more to get back her gear, but it didn’t come. And after the next ricochet, she did not bounce back with the expected oomph. There was still a hit, a good solid splat into the fleshy wall, but her confusion made her lose concentration, breaking the Multi-Bounce chain, and she started to fall once more. Angelica desperately checked her screen, fearing she already knew the answer, but had to verify it herself. It flickered to light just long enough to see the devastating results. [MP: 0] Oh no, she’d been too careless. All those rearmaments had drained her again. She hadn’t been monitoring it as closely as she should have been, since she was previously full up, thinking it wasn’t even an issue. But her greed had been insatiable, and she’d now fallen victim to her own poor resource management. What happened next was unexpected. She landed with a splash