Drenched in various kind of liquid, Blake was crossing a viridescent environment. his clothing filled with large sized holes coupled with the pungent smell of unknown creatures told the story of a fierce battle. As the man kept being pursued by the inhabitants of the land, he swiftly crossed his arms, two hands then each caught one greenish looking bug. The man squeezed and consequently, Intestines burst, vital fluid bloomed, and a dreadful note of death echoed.

Even though they have been witnessing Blake slaughtering thousands of their fellow inhabitants, the nearby pursuers kept advancing nonetheless, their eyes as ravenous as the first time they perceived the transmigrator. The man himself however began frowning.

'How many of these fu*kers have corrosive blood. Why the hell would that guy even add corrosive blood. What kind of overpowered ability the inheritor had to get the legacy?'

As he pondered, his hands began emitting slight smoke while light burn marks slowly appeared on his arms. The jogging man has been crossing the forest for a whole day, while occasionally massacring the local fauna. However, the more he killed, the more he discovered that there are creatures with effective means to injure him, albeit lightly.

Deciding to be more cautious, he focused on reaching the tower and to mindlessly kill if there are no other options.

'Profile please.'

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