Chapter 7: To level up
"Gain fifty experience points to level up?" the words of the goddess killer flashed in his mind again.
"To level up?" He repeated.
"What does that mean? Does it mean I will get stronger?"
He was lost in thought and went on for a minute then he felt the surge of pain from his fall, the adrenaline had worn out and so did his mana reinforcement.
"Ahh!" He cried and swiftly placed his hands on his mouth to stifle it, there could still be dangerous creatures about, the last thing he wanted was to attract them.
He crawled to the tree and picked the arrows on the way. He pulled one from the snake's large head stained in some pink fleshy mass, he rubbed it on the soil to remove and he crawled to where the other two were and he picked them up placing them back into the quiver.
He then leaned his pained back on the foot of the tree, he needed some rest.
After a few seconds of resting, his eyes began to fail in their alertness, they came down and didn't want to come up, he struggled until finally, he gave in.
An hour passed and then another and what came next was a quake from the ground, Finrod opened his eyes wide, his arms were tucked to his chest and his legs were out stretched.
He looked to his right then to his left and quickly got back up.
"I was lucky." He uttered, regaining his footing. His body still felt sore but it was mild compared to before and he felt replenished in stamina and mana.
There was the sound again but it wasn't a quake like Finrod had thought but rather, it was the stomp of something, of something gargantuan in size and powerful and he soon saw it as he turned to the behind of the tree.
There he saw, many trees away, the thing with many legs and a tall tower as a head.
It was over a hundred meters tall and it was wide. Even from a distance, his identity skill picked up the monster.
[Dungeon Mimic- lvl ???]
Finrod swiftly went behind the tree and hid. That thing, that eerie monster was something not to be messed with, he knew that it could kill him over a hundred times.
Sweat dripped from his face as he inhaled and exhaled deeply and fast.
Then the sounds lessened and Finrod peeped to see that it had passed.
"How are the people supposed to survive? This is an offering, our lands are now things to plunder." He muttered under his breath, disheartened with nothing but rage driving him.
He sat down to recuperate and to ponder the existence of his system and the power it wielded. He looked up to the sky, he had a feeling more than an hour had passed and yet the clouds, the suns felt and looked the same. The elves had to rely on the change of light intensity from the suns to tell time and Finrod was no different.
He sighed and then just like he had done at the hut, he willed up his stat information.
Name: Finrod
Race: Elf
Unspent Stat points:0
General Skills
-Melos all-comprising language skill
-Identify
-Pain Tolerance lvl 1
-Incorporeal possession resistance lvl 1
Class: Battle Mage lvl 1
-Passive:Mana Infusion- lvl 1
-Passive: Spellweaving- lvl 1
-Active: Mana Constructs- lvl 1
-Active: Arcane Fury- lvl 1
-Active: Mana Reinforcement- lvl 1
Status
Vitality:70
Strength:10
Dexterity:13
Intelligence:5
Wisdom: 5
Endurance:31
Agility:25
Health:67/100
Mana:320/320
Stamina:323/375
He had studied to 'identify', it was time to go further. He understood what pain tolerance meant and he already had an idea of what the skill was about but he still looked into it.
A message displayed.
[Pain Tolerance lvl 1- a skill learnt through pain, literally. This skill improves your ability to withstand pain and it shall level up as you do]
'Understandable.'
[Incorporeal possession resistance lvl 1- A force had tried taking over your body and yet you won over its will thus gaining this skill, this skill shall aid you against any work of body possession by incorporeal beings]
"I was really lucky with that one." A lazy smile came on his face, it was short-lived however and then he continued on to the next.
He looked on to the Battle Mage class and the same message he had received before equipping it was beneath it.
Then it was on to 'Passive' which he didn't quite understand.
"Are they skills?"
[Passive]
[Mana Infusion lvl 1- This skill came with the battle mage class, it grants you the ability to gradually restore mana over time. Never run out of Mana as you fight]
"Explains why I felt more mana with me after waking, it had always been that way but it's better now, I can tell."
[Passive]
[Spellweaving lvl 1- this skill grants the ability to weave the threads of magical energy and create spells of your own]
He was done with the passive skills but what did the passive mean? He wanted to be sure and like he had done with each one, he zoomed into 'Passive'
[Passive- unexpectant of action from you]
Just like he had thought.
[Active- largely reliant on your will]
He stopped, he was exhausted with all the reading and luckily for him, he had learnt to read as a cleric but he guessed the system would be able to inform the wielder whether they are literate or not.
With no demon or beast in sight, his level of awareness heightened, it was silent, very silent, the woods were never this silent and although that was probably responsible for why he slept well, he felt uncomfortable and he was thirsty.
He picked up the bottle from his pocket and took a sip, a large sip for he was thirsty and was certain of the river some meters forward, it was the source of water for the village and he could refill there.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone