The night was filled with the howls of beasts. Some were filled with anger, some with anguish. It was a night where predator and prey changed from battlefield to battlefield.
Amidst these howls there was a young man counting the bodies lying in his surroundings.
"One, two…six, seven. Let's see how much exp I gained," murmured the young man. He, of course, was Erick.
Stats window!
<Page lv.6>
*Strength 7.2 (7.7)
*Endurance 4.9 (5.4)
*Agility 7.9 (8.4)
[Exp +41]
The stats window appeared as soon as Erick wished it to do so. As he gazed at it, he noticed no changes, except of course the statement about the exp gain.
As Erick was weeding out the lower levels who came in his direction he tried to quantify the exp gain. He had encountered four level 1 and three level 2 wolves so far.