章節 14: Realization
A broken skull still with some decayed flesh lay not far from his feet. It stank and on it, a horn jutted in a curve with some little branches along the main one.
In the past, Finrod would have been scared shitless, he may choose not to pass the path to avoid the prospect of not seeing it again, but now, he couldn't care any less. He scorned and kicked it off after noticing that the insects were your typical carcass-loving flies with no cause for harm for a person like him.
He watched as the little skull rolled till it stopped by a rock and the face looked straight at him.
Although the flesh was rotting, he could still make out some facial features, the skull wasn't that of a demon, it looked much like an elves but elves didn't have horns…
'Do some do?' Finrod thought, questioning himself over his lack of knowledge.
As he sat up, he noticed messages that he had suspended reading and an idea came up.
"Maybe I can abate this pain if I increase my stats a little."
[You've defeated Demonspawn-lvl 1, you've obtained the appropriate experience points]
[You've defeated Demonspawn-lvl 1, you've obtained the appropriate experience points]
[You've defeated Demonspawn-lvl 1, you've obtained the appropriate experience points]
'No level up huh? I suppose that's only fair. They were much too weak to trigger growth.'
'Unspent stat points at 35, what am I doing hoarding this? I could have made my climb easier had I allocated them earlier.'
He looked through his stats and he decided.
"Add 10 points to strength." He said aloud.
The system recognized his intent and instigated the process.
[Command acknowledged]
[Strength:10 + 10 stat points]
[Strength: 20]
He felt a little warmth spread across his body soon after, it was comfortable but it died too soon and the feeling of pain came back.
Aside from that, he didn't feel any reasonable increase in strength, his lithe muscles didn't bulge nor grow in size, it just seemed like it was written so there, but Finrod was certain that he had to be stronger than before.
He continued.
"Add 10 stat points to vitality."
[Vitality:70 + 10 stat points]
[Vitality:80]
He had spent twenty out of thirty-five stat points and it remained fifteen points to be dispersed.
"Hmmm…"
"Add ten points to intelligence."
[Intelligence: 5 + 10 stat points]
[Intelligence: 15]
'My endurance is considerably higher than my other stats, do I really need to increase it?'
After a few seconds of contemplating between letting go of the stat points to endurance and just keeping it, he decided.
He took a deep breath and said, "Add 5 points to endurance."
[Endurance: 31 + 5]
[Endurance: 36]
The warmth swarmed through his body again and he relished in it, closing his eyes and letting himself fall back.
"Oouuch." He uttered once the warm feeling died, he felt the soreness and pain the warmth masked although it was significantly less this time around.
He smiled upon noticing it.
'It did work.'
He pushed himself up with his good arm, got on his feet and walked to a tree that was just a few meters away. There he sat, he pressed his left hand on the spot of dislocation, and he winced as soon as he did.
He gritted his teeth, bit his lips and quickly applied pressure on his arm pushing it back into the socket of the shoulder. He had done this a few times particularly with kids but doing it on himself only made him realize how painful it truly was.
He cried once he did and tears poured from his eyes down.
He began panting desperately seeking for air that was in abundance, the joint area throbbed although he had done it with minimal injuries.
He leaned back further against the tree's back nursing the pain. Then, a new peculiar message came up in his mind, it said:
[You've experienced great pain and lived to tell its tale, You've leveled up Pain Tolerance]
[Pain Tolerance lvl 2]
"There's the silver lining" he said and chuckled.
"Oouuch ou ou ou ou!" He held his arm around his chest, turned out laughing hurts broken ribs.
He then proceeded to look at his stats information in his mind.
Name: Finrod
Race: Elf
Unspent Stat points:0
General Skills
-Melos all-comprising language skill
-Identify
-Pain Tolerance lvl 2
-Incorporeal possession resistance lvl 1
Class: Battle Mage lvl 5
-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:80
Strength:20
Dexterity:18
Intelligence:15
Wisdom: 5
Endurance:36
Agility:25
Health:41/100
Mana:118/320
Stamina:148/375
"Just 41 points away from dying. I've got luck as a friend." He grinned and arched his back a little.
As he sat and acknowledged his improved stats and his newfound Pain Tolerance, Finrod could not help but reflect on his journey so far, there was hardly anything to do and his situation called for it.
In what he thought were three days, he had grown from a sheltered young elf who could hardly kill a sentient creature to a man driven by hate and rage.
"Ooou ooouh." He let out soon as chuckled lightly.
But amidst the triumph lingered a sense of uncertainty and fear, what if a demon came up to him and attacked now? What if he meets a demon or some other aggressive creature that's much higher that he is? So many negative thoughts and so many ways to die in this world devoid of its loving goddess.
With a sigh, he found resolve to press on, to determine the truth of it all, to avenge his people and to ultimately challenge the creature that had turned his world into hell or at least know them.
Gazing into the depths of the forest, Finrod felt a surge of determination. Whatever lay ahead, he would face it head-on, armed with his newfound strength and unwavering resolve.
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