Is it Wrong to Copy Abilities in Apocalypse?

One of them, however, was alive, groaning in pain as its dark grey eyes reflected the view of a red-haired and gold-eyed human walking toward it.

"Graaahh—!"

*Squelch*

It growled, as if trying to warm the human, but it was cut short by the sicking sound of blood and gore being mixed together, as the guy\'s black dagger was pushed into the large head of the beast, its jaw widing, trying to bite the guy, but its eyes lost the light within them. Dead.

<That makes the number of items go up to 3.>

Just th, a series of s covered in gold colors appeared right in front of the guy as he heard the same inside his head, causing him to nod his head before he moved toward the door of the room.

It was Alex, and after clearing three rooms and collecting more items, he had finally decided to move to the next castle.

*Step**Step*...

His footstep, although light, still resounded throughout the corridor due to how deathly silt it already was.

But just as he was moving forward, his brows creased and his nose scrunched up.

\'Blood...\'

The unmistakable sct of blood—a lot of it—was clear to his sharp nose.

His steps turned cautious as he gripped his dagger.

*Grip*

Ev the sound of his fingers clching the hilt of the dagger was precivable, as the atmosphere turned eery.

The hall of the castle wasn\'t straight; it was a bit curved, making it hard for one to see anything after to 5 meters.

So, it took a while for Alex to reach the other d, and the momt he did, his frown deeped.

<It must be those twins.>

The AI commted, and Alex just stayed silt as he already knew it was them.

Only they were strong ough to do all this.

*Squelch*

He suddly stepped on something, making a mushy and disgusting squelch, causing Alex\'s gaze to move to his feet, only to see some kind of gore that had be splattered a.

Alex scanned the area, trying to understand what had done this, as he was sure that it was the kids, not after he had already se their ability and knew what they were capable of.

The whole area was covered in blood, with corpses lying a, some with their heads gone, some with their torsos, and some with gaping holes in their chests.

Blood was splashed over the walls, painting the area red.

*Drip**Drop*...

Drops of blood would drop every now and th as the blood, as a liquid, couldn\'t keep sticking to the ceiling.

There were slash marks on the wall, along with a guy\'s head bashed into the wall, only to have it splattered.

Alex, who had be scanning the area with his eyes squinted, and body tsed, couldn\'t find a single trace of the twins, causing his body to relax a bit.

\'They are not here.\'

He concluded.

<You should\'ve copied their ability...>

But the AI was still stuck in the fact that Alex didn\'t copy the ability that the twins had, ev though he could\'ve done it.

Those words, however, caused Alex to frown again.

\'I will do it wh I want to.\'

It was not that he didn\'t like their ability; it was very strong—the strongest ability he had se a human having.

But it was a bit more complicated than that.

<...>

The AI, which could understand why Alex was behaving like that, chose to remain silt.

The last thing it wanted to do was go against Alex\'s words, as it knew that although it looked the best thing for Alex practically, the same couldn\'t be said for emotional judgmt.

*Tap**Tap*...

With a light jump, Alex was now in the hall of the castle, moving toward the trance.

This castle gave him more than the last one, as he moved into three rooms, each filled with creatures with levels ranging from 0 to 5.

Luckily, only one room had beasts with defse ability, not making him lose many bows, as his new ability proved to be way more useful than he had thought.

Temporal internal projection—a skill that needed mana to use, and the mana depded on how back in time one was trying to go.

But what if we don\'t want to go back in time? What if they wanted a live projection of whatever was going on?

Wouldn\'t it be free?

In a way, yes.

But it wasn\'t tirely free; it just had the amount of mana it charges get cut out by a large perctage, but it would still require mana.

No skill would work without mana, except some, of course.

This skill—temporal internal projection—is the same; it will still make Alex expand mana depding on how much area he wants to cover in the projection.

Alex used the skill just for that: live projection of the aura of the beings in the surings, making him aware of the beasts\' live locations.

He already had the projection of the room—a contribution of his mapping skill—and control over his arrow, so killing the beasts was much easier after that.

[Arrows: 7.]

But as he called the arrows he was left within his palm and saw the number he was left with, he couldn\'t help but sigh.

\'I hope another scario with traps comes out soon...\'

Alex \'wished\' for a scario to pop up, something no one in the world would want to wish for. Probably.

But what could he do? There was no other source where he could get arrows from.

No workshops, smithies, antique shops, museums, or anything like that was left standing.

Ev if he were to know the location of those places, he would\'ve to keep digging for those items, hoping that he would find something.

*Step**Step*...

He just walked out of the castle, picking up a random direction before rushing off to that side.

He would find a castle no matter which side he moved to, so what was the need to wait and think hard about it?

He passed a fleeting glance at the bushes he heard the movemts from wh he was tering the castle, only to find no one there.

But th he just ignored it.

Why would someone stay here wh they already saw Alex moving inside the castle?

Especially wh their inttions wer\'t something one would call good.

Alex already knew that they were the members of the group calling themselves \'rulers of the apocalypse\', and from the chats, he could make out their inttions.

But, as he moved toward the next castle, his eyes squinted; he decided to execute the plan he was saving for later.

The faster he was done with it, the better it would be for him.

With that thought in his mind, his steps turned lighter, and his movemts turned stealthy, not wanting to alert the ones he was after.