The Legend of William Oh

Chapter 188: Bloody Colossus

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The hairs on Will’s arm stood up as he inspected the Relic.

Will consulted his slotted items, looking for ones that he could overwrite.

Will turned his attention to the bow and the chestpiece.

Without missing a beat, Will replaced the Ring of Accuracy in his Phantom Hand, wincing at the familiar pain shooting through his hand.

Will’s current dilemma was that he had only so many slots available in the Phantom Hand, and two more astonishingly powerful items with their own soft-set effects just waiting to be slotted.

Some of the effects had been diminished. ‘small’ amount of size had become ‘tiny’. Will was confident that if he slotted it in Phantom hand, Tiny would become ‘small’ again, or even ‘Large’.

It was good. There was no denying that, it just didn’t have the same ‘magic’ feeling that Will enjoyed.

Will wasn’t going to replace the Coiled Serpent amulet, nor would he replace the ring of explosive doughmaking, Which left the Stormfists and the wand of the undead retainer.

Will his ghost butlers didn’t care one way or another if they ceased to exist, but he’d be damned if he repaid good work with callous replacement.

That meant only the stormfists were available to be overwritten.

Now, the armor was a direct upgrade over the stormfists. It increased movement speed and attack power throughout the fight and was similarly physical in nature. It fell into the same category of ‘move faster and smash things harder’.

But…Will liked the sickle more, and if the sickle wasn’t slotted, its effects would be more of a nuisance than deadly.

And Will wanted it to be deadly.

Will glanced at his Aspect description, scanning down to the single line hanging out there by itself.

With that effect, Will could probably create a couple more lifesteal/thorns Relics and have them ready to go before it was time to leave.

Will took off all his gear and started trying on different Lifesteal items, inspecting them both on and off his body.

Each item that already had lifesteal gained 2% more after he put them on.

It looked like he got a flat bonus to the lifesteal of any item he wore.

Will wondered, putting on his Dimensional bangle that boosted Phantom hand. He still had the ring of explosive doughmaking slotted, so his Resistance jumped up above 300.

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Will checked the items again. That flat bonus had increased to 3%.

Despite being a small boost, If Will wore 4 lifesteal items, that was a free 12% extra lifesteal, which was nothing to scoff at. Any lifesteal build would be more than happy to add that extra little bit to close the gap and try to reach 100%.

Will glanced over at his Set items, and a thought occurred to him.

Will put on all of his set items to get the full bonus and tried on a 2% ring of lifesteal.

Will took his set back off.

As far as Will was aware, there was no going higher than 100% in thorns and lifesteal. The only reason Frederick Wyrd was able to blow people up was the synergy between his voodoo damage link Ability, and the pacifist rod that damaged for dealing damage to others. Those two things created a loop that would eventually explode someone, lifesteal and thorns were just the icing on that bloody cake.

It wasn’t infinite either, it was a simple test of who had higher self-heal and durability, and the damage overflowed to the loser, who then exploded.

Will didn’t have the damage link Abilities, so nobody would be exploding, they could stop taking damage from him as soon as they stopped attacking him. Will wasn’t going to give them that option, though.

That was the simple beauty of the combo. Will would literally become a bigger and bigger threat the longer the fight went, and he would use the increased size and speed to apply greater pressure on his enemy, forcing them to attack him.

…Which would increase his size and speed.

When people thought of massive giant monsters, the words that came to mind were , lumbering, towering.

Will wanted the Build to defy expectations…simple as it was.

Will thought, scanning through his piles.

They were starting to get a bit depleted, but he could manage to get at least a little bit of lifesteal on each item.

Will made himself a full set, minus the gloves, and the left-hand ring.

The amulet and ring carried the most Lifesteal while the Thorns was spread out among the items. The boots had a strong 65% speed bonus after Will combined all of them, and Will wasn’t able to wear a pair of gloves, unfortunately.

They hadn’t lucked into another bangle or one-handed glove, and Will wasn’t about to bake his dimensional bangle into something that fit a one-off Build.

Will thought, scanning the Relics. He was eventually going to become huge while wearing the soft-set, and that would make his head a enormous target.

Will picked through the helmet pile, picturing himself as a giant. He didn’t want a tiara made to boost magical powers, or something to look cool and breezy while boosting acuity like a headband. He wanted heavy steel between his face and missiles.

Will spotted a black bucket helmet he had tossed aside a long while ago because he didn’t like it.

grabbed the bucket helmet and dropped it over his head.

The helmet was distinctly uncomfortable to Will, suffocating his superhuman senses inside a sheet of steel wrapped around his head. His vision…wasn’t really affected, because he was blind, but his hearing was suddenly thrown off, with sound being caught and diffused by the helmet around his skull.

It was stuffy and irritating, and Will hated it.

The front of the helmet was a full fame-plate with small holes for breathing and vision, but even those holes had a thin wire mesh over them to catch particulates. Will could feel the helmet fusing to his Torso piece, making it so another person couldn’t easily dislodge it.

Will was categorically against self-harm and Builds that simply tanked damage because they could – And this thing was practically screaming ‘hey! Go get yourself hurt!’

Which made it perfect.

Will Baked it, adding two dozen Relics to it’s potency.

Once he was done, Will scanned through the basic Relics he’d made to prop up the bloody colossus armor.

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For the boots, Will had sacrificed outrageous stat bonuses to stack on more speed-boosting effects, to make them speed up the entire Build.

Will thought, taking off his set and donning the new soft-set one piece at a time until he was completely covered head-to-toe with the new Build, his Set safely tucked under his bed where everyone would assume he’d be an idiot to store it.

Will just had a paranoid feeling that if he stored it in his Phantom Hand, Caddock would find a way to disconnect his Dimensional Storage and cause him to lose everything all at once.

It wasn’t rational, but there it was.

He didn’t have a hand item, so Will put on the Dimensional bangle, then he checked his stats with the new soft-set on.

Will did a little mental math.

He was currently hitting 65% with the relics he was wearing, and gaining another 30%, with six items being boosted by 5% each due to Will having over 500 Resistance. So either he had to find a way to gain another 5% lifesteal or raise his Resistance by about 80.

Will left his ash-covered workplace and strode into the main area of the caravan.

Will caught Anna’s attention and gestured to himself.

“Whaddya think?”

The Tangled baker girl lit up.

“It’s so crazy looking! I love it!”

“You look like a training dummy,” Travis said from the other side of the caravan.

“Oh right,” Will said, taking Travis’s new ring out of his storage and tossing it to him. “We’re square.”

“Whaddya me-HOLY SHIT!” Travis yanked off his current ring like it was burning him and replaced it with the one Will had made for him.

Will left them behind and trundled over to where Loth was breeding different strains of insect, always trying to push the boundaries of what was possible with her minions. Will was deliberately playing up the slowness and weight, despite the boots boosting his speed.

He didn’t want to know how fast the set actually made him.

“New Build. Whaddya think?” Will said, holding his arms out.

Will wasn’t an expert in kobold expressions, so he could’ve been mistaken, but Loth looked…embarrassed for him?

“It’s…a bit of a mish-mash isn’t it?”

“What does style matter?” Will demanded, slightly hurt. “It’s about the .”

“Well, I can’t the numbers, so when you walk up to me, creaking like a tin golem wearing five different styles of heavy armor with light shoes and no gloves, and ask ‘what do you think?’ my only option is to comment on the aesthetics.”

Will cocked his head contemplatively, but the bucket over his head prevented it from being revealed to Loth..

“I think Brianna might be a bad judge of what looks cool,” Will mused.

“True.” Loth said, nodding. “She thinks are cool, and as a bad judge of style, assumes whatever wear is cool.”

“Huh. Hadn’t thought about it that wa-

Will was interrupted as something wet exploded on the other side of the caravan, near the wall overlooking the wilderness beyond.

“Abyss was that?” Will asked, glancing over. He couldn’t hear worth a damn with this damned bucket over his head, so he summoned a Phantom eye and sent it that way.

Loth glanced up at Will, her brow furrowing.

“Did you a bit just now or are you just happy to see me?” She asked, measuring Will against her snout.

“…We’re under attack,” Will said, his Phantom eye locating the group of stunned men in camouflage gawking at a pile of meat near the center of their group.