Self-Summon [Demon Summoning/Evolution litRPG] Chapter 6: [1.06] Enslaved (Part2)

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[Destruction Attunement increased] Angelica fell to her knees yet again the moment the last of the three snake heads perished. She was glad that she’d added the caveat about protecting the dog “from the snake” in her order. Otherwise the interpretation could have been skewed. It could have become “protect the dog from anything and everything for the rest of its life.” But now that the freakish reptile was dead, it was no longer a threat, and the mammal had been sufficiently saved. The pup seemed to sense that it was no longer in danger, sniffing at the remains of the three-headed snake. Hopefully, it wouldn’t try to eat it. But Angelica’s eyes only widened when the corpse suddenly turned white, or rather, rapidly lost all of its color. The body began to decay, crumbling away like a broken statue into small fragments. Then, ever more confusing and worrying, the pieces lifted off the ground, flying through the air, straight at Angelica. She didn’t have the strength to move, and her body made no attempt to dodge them. Instead, they hit her in the chest, but she didn’t even feel it. The moment they made contact, they glowed and vanished, like they’d been absorbed into her. [Gained 13 Essence] [Achievement unlocked: Scourge-Cleanser - Rank 1] Like the first achievement, this one also came with an additional message. [Good job. You have done your duty and proven your worth. Demon Lord Ferrul applauds your effort. But this is only the first. Take this gift of power and use it to defeat every Malignant you see. Cleanse the scourge and reap the rewards.] [Might notably increased. Next Reward: 10 Malignants defeated] So that thing was called a Malignant? Or was she just so tired that her brain was making up words? Whatever, she didn’t particularly care about that or some obscure reward. The real reward was right in front of her, and she was hoping to be compensated. Angelica held out her free hand in the direction of the dog, hoping it’d come near and let her pet it. The animal recognized the act immediately. So it wasn’t blind after all? Strange. The mutt walked over toward her, about to let its head fall under her hand, but it paused. Then it backed up a step and hesitantly began to sniff her. That was when a switch flipped in the dog, and it took a defensive stance yet again, growling at her. Did she really smell that bad? She’d just showered yesterday, but the stink of a thousand pieces of trash certainly wasn’t helping. Unfortunately, the animal didn’t stick around to give her an answer, and it bolted off into the night. Damn. Well, she’d saved it, at least, so that’s what mattered most. And now she still had to save herself. Angelica was already running on fumes before that encounter. It had sapped the last of her energy. There was no way she’d even make it home in her current state, especially because all forms of public transport would have stopped at this hour. She could maybe find a hotel nearby, but that would eat into a good chunk of the money she’d just worked so hard for. No, I just need some fuel, and then I’ll be fine, the starving artist attempted to convince herself. With her last remaining strength, she pulled herself off the ground and returned to the convenience store parking lot. Before she headed inside, she needed to free her hand from the trash poker, since the clerk might raise an eyebrow at such a thing. One by one, she pried her fingers free from the grip around it and then pulled the tool loose with her other hand. It felt like her skin was being ripped off, and there was a new cooling wetness around her palm as the pain surged, likely blood or blister serum. She was struggling to see it due to the dark night. Angelica grabbed the poker and the bag of trash she’d left behind earlier, setting them off to a side where hopefully no one would bother them, and headed inside the store. Her first stop was the bathroom, and her appearance was about what she expected: ratty. The girl’s hair was frizzled, her clothes