[Talent Trial has been cleared]
[Ding F-Rank: Strength Enhancent upgrade to E-Rank Strength Enhancent II]
[Ding! You have killed a {Human}]
[ 50 Exp]
[10,000 Tis Multiplier System (Upgrade: 100 Kill points]
[Na: Igris Solaris]
[Race: Human]
[Class: Classless]
[Talent: Talentless]
[Level: 1] (2%)
[Attribute Points: 0]
[Multiplier: 10x]
[Kill Points: 1]
[Status: Sick (Stage 3 Cancer)
[Attributes]
『Strength : 2( 10)』|『Agility: 2( 10)』|『Physique: 2( 10)』|『Dust: 2( 10)』
[Racial Skills]
[Fight Or Flight: Speed or Strength increase by 40% for (physique x overall stats/4) ]
[Combat Techniques]
[Five Basic Sword Move: Slash, Thrust, Parry and Chop {level 2:(19%)}]
[Auxiliary Techniques]
[108 Styles Body Strengthening technique {level 1:(5%)}]
Above him, ssages pilled up!
[The ’Saintess of Lust’ is disgusted by your lack of romance! -1 hatred points]
[The ’Blood Demon Sovereign’ laughs uproariously at your ruthlessness! ]
[The ’Battle Saint’ raises an eyebrow. ]
[The ’One With Sword ’ is highly impressed by your comprehension! ]
[The ’One With Sword’ has tipped: 1x Gift-Box (Bronze)! ]
A pillar of golden light crashed on the spot before him. When the light faded, a bronze colored box appeared before him.
Igris was incredibly happy. He hadn’t even gone out yet and was already receiving treasure boxes.
While it was of the lowest grade, it was still incredibly nice.
[Ding! 10x Mutiplier applied to Bronze treasure box]
[Bronze Treaure box has upgraded to Iron-Treasure Box]
Igris imdiately placed the box in his system storage space then opened it there. He was in the presence of gods of course he wouldn’t dare to reveal his treasure before them.
Luckily, the gods can’t see through the items of people in the stream and only their potential. But it was wise to be overly cautious.
Happily, he opened the Iron-treasure box.
[Ding! 1x Gratting Sword, 1x Restoration Potion, 1x Mana potion]
The sword locked more like a saw than a sword. It’s edge was sharp but jagged like a shark’s teeth.
Igris grasped the hilt of the jet-black sword and he let out a whistle of satisfaction. It was heavy in his grasp but when he equiped it, it beca very light.
[Item: Gratting Sword]
[Effect: 2 strength, 2 speed]
[Grade: Iron]
[Description: A brutal weapon forged from the fangs of a Land-Shark. Its jagged edge devouring flesh and bone alike, turning every strike into a tearing bite.]
With this Iron-grade sword and the 10 stats, Igris’s confidence surged. He gave the sword a few test swings, the blade cutting through the air with a sharp, whistling hiss.
"Continue with the trial," he muttered, his eyes locked on the center of the platform.
[ COMNCING MATCH 3: D-RANK TRIAL. ]
A pillar of light landed on him and then he appeared in a different Culling Stage.
He saw his opponent appear also in a beam of golden light. However, Igris face change slightly as he saw the opponent’s eyes.
"Non-human?"
Stepping onto the stone platform was a muscular youth with naked upper body and fur as his lower body. The youth held a massive sword the size of a surfboard in his hand.
"Werewolf!"
Igris’s eyes widened in shock.
"Are you kidding ?!" Igris cursed angrily.
"What kind of fucked up skill-based matchmaking is this? This is literally cheating!"
In the post-rge world, werewolves were absolute nightmares in physical combat. While a normal human’s base stats hovered around 10, a werewolf’s base strength started anywhere from 15 to 30 just due to their racial advantage.
Not to ntion their skin, and their terrifying ability to go berserk.
Igris’s base physical strength was a pathetic 2 points.
But thanks to the potion, 10 points were added. Along with the 2 strength and agility the sword gave him, it gave him an effective attack power of 14.
The werewolf youth locked eyes with Igris and unleashed a deafening roar.
Instantly, a heavy, suffocating pressure exploded from the beast’s body.
[ WARNING: Opponent has activated bloodline skill: Prey Lock! ]
[ Host’s strength has decreased from 14 to 13! ]
Igris gritted his teeth as gravity seed to double around him. His arms felt heavy, and the sword even heavier.
The Werewolf smirked as the sll of fear wafted from his opposed’s body to his nose.
"I just love the sll of fear."
He grinned, dragging his massive greatsword along the stone floor as it walked toward Igris with a deep, rumbling chuckle.
"Just as expected of the weak human race. Even with your supposed intellect and your shiny toys, we will always remain superior to you."
Igris glared at the youth that hadn’t even transford yet. ’Idiot, your ancestors were once humans.’
He suddenly pointed at the youth’s feet.
"Your shoelace is untied."
The Werewolf blinked, its eyes filled with confusion as it looked down.
"Uhn?"
"BOOM!"
Igris activated [flight or fight] skill of human race and his strength and speed increased by 40 prevent.
He exploded forward like a teor as he closed the distance in the blink of an eye, swinging his black sword directly at the beast’s exposed throat.
"Clang!"
The werewolf youth’s reflexes were terrifying. At the absolute last millisecond, it brought the flat of its greatsword up.
The black sword collided against the heavy iron, causing sparks as the stoke was blocked but the jagged teeth of Igris’s Iron blade still managed to slice a thin, shallow line across the Werewolf’s neck.
Dark, boiling blood trickled down its neck.
"Deceitful human!" the Werewolf roared, its eyes flashing with fury.
It suddenly reeled back to swing its massive greatsword, but Igris didn’t give it an inch to breathe. He pressed the advantage furiously, stepping inside the beast’s guard and unleashing a flurry of rapid-fire slashes.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Sparks rained down through the entire arena as he sounds of two heavy tals colliding again one another resounded like thunder claps.
Igris face dropped with sweat and stamina was draining rapidly as his lungs burned and his kidneys hurt.
But, he didn’t care. If he gave this monster a single second to recover its footing, he might actually be the one to die.
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