Assimilate All Talents

Chapter 50: Strings

Sol turned to the source of this flamboyant voice that interrupted him and saw a rather gaudily dressed man in a blue suit coming out of a nearby alley. Over his shoulder was an unconscious young woman. Instinctually, Sol used [Analysis] on the man to hopefully find out more.

Name: Sonya

Race: Goddess

Talents: [Seduction], [Sex], [Lovemaking]

Level: ∞

HP: ∞

MP: ∞

Str: ∞

Vit: ∞

Agi: ∞

Int: ∞

Wis: ∞

Talent Skills:

[Succ Succ] Lv Max, [Prostitution] Lv Max

Passive Skills:

Suspicious of the flamboyant man’s confidence, Sol used [Charge] to run away and make some space between them. He wanted but couldn’t use [Ground Shrink] or [Blurry Steps] as they were both still on cooldown. Sol was only able to take one step before almost imperceptible strings made of unknown materials closed in and wrapped around his body. The strings constricted as they stopped all his movements. Even his sword was wrapped in these strings holding it tightly in place.

"What the-!"

Sol struggled as he tried to use his strength to break the strings and a few did from the sheer force, but seeing this the man used more mana to reinforce the strings, becoming even harder to break.

The flamboyant man walked towards the immobilized Sol with a cocky look on his face.

"Did you really think I was talking just to make fun of Sandy over there? While I do take any chance to do so, I was also setting up my web the entire time. You’re still wet behind the ears, darling, but don’t worry, your new owner will teach you soon enough."

Sol stopped struggling as he couldn’t break free from the strong bindings and instead decided to conserve his strength. The flamboyant man saw the still determined fighting spirit behind Sol’s eyes and chuckled.

"Hehe, I truly can’t wait to see what becomes of you."

"What do you mean? What do you want with us?"

"Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Speaking of which, let’s keep you quiet for now."

The man then moved his fingers again, and a bundle of strings braided together to create a sort of rope. The rope moved to Sol’s neck and wrapped around, choking him. Sol gasped as he struggled to breathe, but with his windpipes closed, there was nothing he could do and passed out.

"Now with that settled..."

The flamboyant man lightly kicked the red-cloaked assassin on the ground.

"Hey, how long do you plan to stay on the ground? Grab some sand and reform your leg already."

Not responding to the man’s provocations, the red-cloaked assassin monotonously gathered the sand on the ground around their leg, and it slowly reformed back to normal. They also took a red potion vial from another hidden pocket and drank half and poured the other half on their injured leg, quickly closing the wound. Now with both legs fully recovered, they stood back up, their expression still unreadable under their hood.

"You just gonna stand there? Stop dwelling on the fight and pick him up, the obfuscation barrier you set up is going to dispel soon, and I’m not carrying both targets."

In an almost mechanical way, the assassin lifted Sol in a princess carry, and with both targets in their possession, they disappeared into the nearby alleyway.