Chapter 14: The thorn that bites back

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Chapter 14 - The thorn that bites backI didn't sleep. I couldn't. The cocoon of roots I'd wrapped around my core pulsed like a dying heartbeat. I sat still; buried beneath soil, shrouded in my own limbs, listening. Feeling. Waiting for any sudden movement. The Gorehowl Vurm circled. Not constantly. Not directly. But close enough that every hour, the earth trembled with its pass. It didn't forget me. It was toying with me, trying to make me rot in my own fear. If I had lips, I would be smiling darkly. 'Good, great, perfect!' 'Look down on me, underestimate me, disdain me bastard. Do it, and I promise you, it'll be your bane, the certainty of your downfall!' Something inside me had snapped. Being underestimated by the enemy to me was an advantage. But still, something snapped due to being toyed with. I wasn't afraid anymore. I was angry. The bastard had torn into my territory like I was nothing. Like I was just another weed to be dug up and chewed through, but I wasn't prey. Not anymore. I was a goddamn territory ruler. And I was going to kill it. First, I had to adapt. ~----~ [System Notification!] [Core Integrity: 52% (Stabilizing).] [Symbiotic Root System Repair: 68%] [WARNING: Apex Predator still within 15-meter proximity.] ~----~ Good. Let it get close. I began digging, slow and deliberate; not outward, not to expand, but down. The soil here was loose enough for my thinner roots to slither into. I found tunnels, old burrows from lesser creatures, veins of soft mud. I used them. I wasn't just building new roots, I was laying traps. Snarevines, woven tight and laced with my thorns. Hollow pods filled with acidic sap. Echo petals, small growths that would throb and vibrate to distract the beast's seismic senses. If this thing could feel everything? I'd overwhelm its senses. For hours, I built in silence, defiant perseverance. And yes, the damned assassin was that patient. Until suddenly... DING! ~----~ [System Alert: Predator Sign Detected!] >Target closing fast. >Impact Trajectory: Direct Core. ~----~ I didn't move. All my instincts screamed danger, urging me to move and yet I didn't. I waited... and waited. The earth began to ripple, that unnatural tremor returning in waves. And then, I dropped every Echo Petal I had, flooding the soil with a symphony of false heartbeats. For a moment, it was pure chaos under the soil, a cacophony of falsehood created by me. Then, the Vurm hesitated. I felt it pause, lost in a sudden maze of signals. That was the opening I needed. Now! Sёarᴄh the Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. With every ounce of energy I had, I moved, shifting my root cocoon, not away from the Vurm's approach but beneath it. Directly beneath. I timed it by instinct, by fury, by spite. Then, I launched myself up like a spear from hell. My thorns, all of them, grown long and barbed pierced from below. The Gorehowl Vurm shrieked. A sound like metal death. It tried to retreat, but... 'Not so fast bastard!' ...I grabbed it. Wrapped it in vines and thorns, and then I pulled. It thrashed, nearly tore me apart as I felt stinging pain, but I had its underbelly. Its softest flesh. I sank acid pods into its gut. Injected everything I had. It roared again, louder, madder. But I didn't let go. 'You shouldn't have tried me bastard'. 'Die!' I growled. And with a violent heave of rage and roots, I split its underside open. Acid boiled its entrails. Thorns punctured its inner organs. I dragged it into the soil and buried it alive in a grave of my own making. It still struggled, it didn't go quietly. After all, it was an apex. But eventually, it went. Then, silence. Real silence. And then, sweet, terrible music. DING! ~----~ [System Notification!] [Apex Predator slain: Gorehowl Vurm (Juvenile).] [Evolutionary Fragment Extracted: Tremor Sense Lv. 1 (Locked)] [Territorial Instinct Increased: +0.7 square meters.] [Current Territory: 10.0 square meters.] [Core Efficiency: 78% (Enhanced).] [Emotional Feedback: WRATH.] ["Your aura shifts... You are no longer just surviving. You are becoming.] ~----~ I leaned back, slowly unfolding from the wreckage, my body pulsing with fresh energy. I could still feel the Vurm's final moments; the terror in its death throes. And boy, did I like it! That scared me a little. But only a little. Because now I knew something vital, I could kill beasts like that. I wasn't just some plant with territory problems. I was a king in the making. ... I felt it long after the fight ended. Not the pain. Not the exhaustion. The echo of fury. It lingered like ash in my core; smoldering, toxic, alive. I'd felt anger before. Bitterness, spite, but this? This wasn't the same. This was something older, primal. Plant rage wasn't loud. It didn't scream or thrash; rather, it crept. And now... it owned a part of me. DING! ~----~ [System Notification: Emotional Alignment Detected!] [Emotion: WRATH – Sustained.] [Initiating adaptation response...] [Behavioral parameters shifting to match survival-dominant aggression.] [New Instinct: Predator Retaliation!] >Effect: When attacked or ambushed, response aggression increases by 35%. ~----~ I should've been disturbed. But I wasn't. The memory of the Vurm's shriek repeated in my head like a lullaby. Not because I enjoyed cruelty. Not because I wanted death, but simply because no matter how many times I've felt it already, the feeling of not being weak was intoxicating, like a drug. I'd fought something stronger, again. I didn't just survive it. I made it suffer. I curled my thorns inward, watched the sap-stained lips twitch with residual tension. My whole body felt tighter now. Coiled. Like I was ready to lunge again at anything that moved. I wasn't just defending territory anymore, I was claiming it. And everything inside it. ~----~ [Territorial Personality Development: Update Pending...] [Preliminary Trait: Dominion Seed – You have begun sowing fear into hostile invaders. Nearby sentient fauna will feel unease near your territory.] [WARNING: Extended exposure to WRATH may alter primary personality structure. Monitor closely.] ~----~ I grinned. Not physically; my plant form didn't really smile, but something inside me cracked wide open. I just became a bit stronger again. And with it, I wasn't going to be the hunted anymore, at least not as easily as before. I'd become something even worse. But before I could do any other thing, I felt it, a change. Something changed after killing the Gorehowl Vurm...

Chapter 14: The thorn that bites back

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