Is it Wrong to Copy Abilities in Apocalypse?

*Swoosh*

He rushed toward the space between the boulders, hiding within it, and just as he did, he saw the beast flying out of the corner.

*Flutter*

"Gegegegegegege."

The moment his eyes landed on the beast that kept letting out that irritating giggle, only one thought came to his mind.

'Imp?'

He frowned as he saw the comically-shaped beast, but then his eyes widened a bit the moment he saw the beast's status.

[[Name: Unnamed Gigglewrath.

Race: Demonic Imp.

Title: --

Stats:

→ Strength – Level 14 (Tier 1)

→ Defense – Level 13 (Tier 1)

→ Agility – Level 12 (Tier 1)

→ Stamina – Level 14 (Tier 1)

→ Mana – Level 20 (Tier 1)

Skills:

→ Hell Fire (Heroic) – A fire that is only available for the beasts from hell burns with an eerie purple color.

– Scorch: No casting time is needed for the spell or any gestures; all one has to do is stare at their enemy with the intention to burn them, and they will directly catch fire.

– Torment: The flame of hell is meant for tormenting the souls, and although this is not the purest form of hellfire, it still gives agonizing pain to the one being touched by it.

– Eternal Fire: One of the properties of the hellfire is that it keeps burning, unless and until the owner stops it or it is suppressed by a high amount of mana.

→ Fury Unleashed (Rare) – The Gigglewraths are one of the shortest-tempered beasts, but they can't get angry without a reason, so they are made to look funny, inciting a laugh from their enemies, hence making them angry.

– Stats Elevation: Due to their body being heavy, their stats are lowered, but after activating this skill, their stats skyrocket.

– Frenzy: Their pain resistance is elevated, and their mana is regenerated at a faster pace, along with them going into a maddened state, where they can't think straight.

→ Fire Resistance (Common) – Being the wielder of one of the strongest flames in creation—even if it is a much-tamed version—you get resistance against other fire.

]]

The moment Alex saw the demonic in the name of the beast, his expression turned solemn.

From the information he read in the beast section given by the system, there were classifications among the beasts.

They were ranked as Divine, Mythical, Demonic, and finally, common beasts, which don't really have any specific prefixes to their name.

Any beast with a prefix is called to be stronger than the ones without it, so if you were to meet a beast with a demonic prefix, you should expect it to be above the level of the common ones.

This was the first beast with a prefix that Alex had seen, and after looking at its skills, Alex knew instantly how strong it was.

But as said many times before, the system can't make things impossible for humans to do, it leaves some space for them—space for them to run away or to win.

These beasts were nerfed because of that.

Alex knew perfectly well that if he let this beast enter the rage mode, then he would have to give it his all to fight just one of these beasts, and if faced with many...

Well, he would just run away.

So, with a quick scan of the surroundings, making sure that this beast was actually alone and not with a companion, he took out his bow from the inventory and knocked an arrow over it.

But the moment he took out the arrow, he noticed that it still had fresh blood on its tip, causing his body to tense.

His head snapped toward the Gigglewrath, and the moment he saw its nose scrunched up, he knew that his fear did come true and these beasts did have a sharp nose.

Alex was sure that this beast would now return to its group and inform them about this anomaly—not something one would see a beast doing, but one can't really blame him for this.

It was the first demonic beast Alex had seen, who knew how it would react?

*Strain*

So, he hurriedly pulled the string, knocking another arrow at the bow before he released them.

*Swoosh*

His eyes squinted as he pressed his fingers together, causing the arrows to get closer to each other, only centimeters away from one another, headed straight for the beast's head.

"SCR—!"

Alex could see the panic in the beast's eyes as it turned around, only to find two arrows right in front of it, but before it could let out a scream, Alex pushed his palm ahead, elevating the speed of the arrows.

In just an instant, even before the beast could call for help...

*Pierce* X2

The arrows pierced the beast, entering from the front and leaving from the back.

*Thud*

The beast's body fell to the ground with a heavy thud; it didn't look like it due to its considerably small size, but it was massive.

*Swoooo*

The arrows, on the other hand, moved back into Alex's hand as he gestured them.

He was slowly getting more and more proficient with the wind's whisper, making it easier for him to control his weapon, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he wouldn't even have to give the weapon an initial push.

*Strain*

Alex, however, didn't walk out of the hiding spot; he kept his bowstring strained while keeping an arrow knocked on it, aimed right at the Imp.

He knew that the beast was dead, but what if that was what it wanted to make it look like?

So, he waited for a while—he waited for the beast to move—and only after a while did he step out of the spot.

*Woosh*

*Pierce*

Not before he shot the arrow he had knocked on the beast's head, embedding it into the beast's head.

One can never be sure when it comes to demons; they can be tricky after all.

*Step**Step*...

He walked closer to the beast with cautious steps, and the moment he reached closer to the beast...

*Baam*

He kicked the beast with all of his strength, causing the beast's body to crash into a large piece of debris.

*Boom**Clatter*

Only after not getting any reactions from the beast—not even a groan or change in expression—did he relax.

He walked closer to the beast and stared at it for a while before he pulled out the arrow that was stuck in its head.

*Squelch*

A sickening sound of flesh and blood being cut and mixed was heard before the arrow came out of its head.

There was one thing of the beast that had caught his eyes—the hellfire.

It was one of the few abilities that he had seen to have ranked as heroic, and this one was something he liked more than the others as this skill had versatility.

'How long will it take for this ability to get copied?'

He questioned inwardly.

His question was intended for the AI, and it knew that as well, so after calculating for a while, it replied.