[ Chapter VI (6): "PUT IT ALL IN STRENGTH!" ]
[ PLAYER NO. 1 YOU HAVE LEVEL-UP! ]
[ PLAYER LVL. 1 ---> PLAYER LVL. 2 ]
Alastor who's being crushed by the now carcass of one Ridens Viridis Lupus couldn't breath properly no matter how many times he inhales.
Using the last remaining strength he has, he shoved away the monster to the side. Letting his sword go, which pierced the side of the monster with the tip coming out the other.
[ "Hah..." ]
He giggled momentarily, finally being safe. But also realizing that all of these traumatic and bizarre experiences happened to him in the span of minutes, less than 3... Before then his instincts for survival kicked in.
His eyes locked on at the 2 Potion of Health nearby, toppled but not damaged, not stepped on or crushed by anyone. Thankfully. If not, then... Then he would be dead.
[ QUEST "TO BE HUNTER, OR THE HUNTED" COMPLETED! ]
[ REWARD: +50 EXPERIENCE, WOLF-HUNTER TITLE ]
Alastor crawled towards the Potions of Health, his body feeling like it was being held back by something the more he crawled. Though he felt less pain compared to before, overall it still felt like hell.
He ignored the floating text that accompanied him, with it a reminder of some quest, that he forgot mid fight. But a benefit nonetheless. It then disappeared as quickly as it popped.
[ PLAYER NO. 1 YOU HAVE LEVEL-UP! ]
[ PLAYER LVL. 2 ---> PLAYER LVL. 3 ]
Alastor ignored the new text that popped out, as he with great difficulty hurriedly grabbed the nearest Potion of Health. His hand straining for the potion, before finally... He was able to open it and chugged it down to his throat, looking up as he does.
Not wanting to waste a single drop, in fear that in doing so would lessen the effect of the mystical life-saving potion, or even not work enough at all.
No drop was spilled. With the then potion taking effect on his body afterwards... The cure traveled throughout his body, first starting from his chest that spread out.
[ SMALL POTION OF HEALTH CONSUMED! ]
The green popping veins and excruciating pain not being able to do a thing against it, as they all recede. In effect causing Alastor to breathe properly again.
[ PLAYER NO. 1 HAVE RESISTED POISON ]
[ POISON RESISTANCE LVL. 1 (TRAIT) SLIGHTLY INCREASE IN PROFICIENCY ! ]
To his annoyance, the System seemingly kept interfering with him taking a breather, or even cooling down from all the pain and torture he experienced. As it kept ringing inside his head, mechanical and seemingly without soul...
[ "The... hell out of my f-face...!" ]
[ "Player Status..." ]
He gritted his teeth, using one of the features of the System to try and shut it up mid-sentence... Which worked, to his utmost delight...
A peaceful smile was finally able to appear at his bloodied face. A sharp and shocking contrast to his disheveled, and poor state... Which he doesn't mind at all, as he closes his eyes.
Before opening it, realizing the fact he doesn't feel physical fatigue at all, except for being out of breath. [ "Damn it..." ]
He shrugged himself up, then looked at the floating text in front... Shakily he realized how weak he is, how the hell is he gonna use Intelligence if he could die from one simple clash mark...
Speed could work, but he'll be weak... So he looked at his Player Status and begrudgingly clicked the plus button besides the Strength option, twice.
Causing the remaining Points he earned through leveling up, twice, to disappear... Which in his eyes, isn't a waste.
Sure, he could have upgraded any other traits, but none seems to be most useful at the moment. So he picked Strength, which he'll need to protect himself, and murder more of these Ridens Viridis Lupus-monsters...
The scary part is, he doesn't know when one would come after him. As in the moment, he is literally a sitting duck. Relying on a single Potion of Health for survival, a heavy ass wooden shield and a sword tainted in green blood...
No long term survival at the moment, as Alastor even worries about his short term survival... Which looks bleeker than the sky as the more he looks into it, the more he realizes that he has gotten a shitty spawn in this new life.
No tutorial, no guardians to take care of him, no nothing, straight into battle with these foul beasts... What a mess!
Doing the best he could, he looked at his status and quickly noticed that he doesn't have any title equipped; he thought it would automatically equip, especially because he just earned one. Which seems not to be the case.
[ NONE ]
[ WOLF-HUNTER: "A HUNTER NEVER WAVER, NEVER FEAR. A WOLF-HUNTER IS INSTEAD WHAT THE PREY FEARS!" ]
Seeing that the first option wouldn't give him anything, he clicked the second option which further dived on the benefits of the Wolf-Hunter Title being on... A massive plus!
[ WOLF HUNTER ]
[ + 25% MORE DAMAGE AGAINST WOLF-TYPE MONSTERS ]
[ + WEAKER WOLVES WILL HESITATE IN FIGHTING THE PLAYER ]
[ - WOLF-TYPE HUNTER MONSTERS WILL FIND THE PLAYER MORE APPETIZING THAN NORMAL ]
In which he wholeheartedly accepted... At the moment, the plus side outweighs the downsides. He fears the wolves at the moment, those green furred monsters that have poison coursing through their veins.
That could inflict damage to Alastor... He fears the wolves more than the so-called Wolf-Type Hunter Monsters. If worse comes to worse, then he could just switch titles and deactivate the downside. Which doesn't look bad at all.
Thank you kind monster for seeing me appetizing... Oh you wanna eat me? Fuck no. Take me out to dinner first or something, before Alastor then runs away.
Yeah, cowardly tactic; but no way in hell he would stay within the vicinity of those monsters. The wolves are their prey for a reason, the same way in how Alastor is a prey (or thought of as) by those laughing wolves... He is completely harmless!
If not for the shield he would have been mauled to death, if not for the sword he would have been defenseless against their bites. If not for the potions then he would have died from poison...
Other than those, he is weak, lanky, no exercise, his once brown skin turned paler than the sky due to him not going out that much.
He is completely harmless... A single bite to the throat could kill him, now imagine those monsters that actively hunt wolves— those Ridens Viridis Lupus' imagine that.
Wouldn't he die instantly even with his shield, sword, and potion in hand. Wouldn't he die with ease?!! Not being able to even fight back before dying... That's a worse death than being stabbed in the back, and he doesn't want that to happen.
But he also doesn't want to die due to starvation, or even due to dehydration, so begrudgingly he made his way out of the small clearing... His shield and potion on one hand, sword on the other.
Not even caring if he gets spotted by a wolf, because against it he has a buff. Against the local wild life? Then he has a sword to kill them, its just that simple...
As a matter of fact, the scariest thing here are those invisible flies that Alastor kept scratching away. No matter what he does, he couldn't catch them, or even hear them buzzing, but he could feel the pain of being bitten by them which annoyed him.
So he is sure that they exist, if not, then the thick flavored miasma of this place have some weird scratching effect to whoever inhales them. Which he hates.
Now he ventured out because that's the only way to salvation.
He can't camp, he doesn't know how to make fire, he doesn't know how to make shelter. And he'll die starving, dehydrated, poisoned, or even ambushed by a pack of wolves if he did stay.
He didn't want that. He much rather relies on his plot armor and ventures towards the twisted forest rather than an open field where 3 small-type Ridens Viridis Lupus' are rotting away.
He doesn't know how the wild life works, but surely if something activity hunts them wolves down, then wouldn't that said hunter be able to smell the scent of 3 perfectly fine meat, untouched, unbothered, and is poisonous to the extreme...
Now that's a problem he doesn't want to get any part in.
Mumbling incoherent nonsense to himself, Alastor kept walking. Walking over and even docking under some thick tree stomps and branches when he needed too, the bloody terrain that is informal didn't help either.
Annoyed by this, still he kept moving. In fear that he might get chased by the imaginary hunters he thought of, if he didn't get away that fast...
Right he thought, as minutes later in the same area where he just left. A smaller creature, 6 lanky limbs with 2 antennas came out from the forest. Seemingly blind, the said mossy covered monster uses its keen smell to find food.
As that said smell seemingly led it here. Blindly the dog-sized monster roamed around the clearing blindly, before finally it touched something... It touched it, and smelled a great aroma in it...
Food! Biting in the thing, the monster uses its mandibles to eat the food it found... At the same time, it also filled its social stomach... For the colony.
Seconds later, monsters that are the same size as it came out of the forest... A handful, turns into dozens. Dozens into unimaginable.
Until finally they filled the field to the brim eating all the meat, skin, bones of the carcasses that they found leaving nothing left for others. Before finally, they left for the colony
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