"Squeek!" "Squeek!"A giant dark-furred rodent, we shall call Ratatouille, was pouncing towards Lokie, where a battle was about to begin.

"Squeek!"

">Power Strike<" ">Power Strike<" ">Power Strike<"

My newly invented combo consists of three power strike hits: a right and left punch, followed by a hard right kick.

*Crack!* *Crack!* *Stug!*

Ratatouille wasn't going to stand a chance. The rodent's fate was sealed the moment the first power strike hit it. Ratatouille's attacks in a very predictable manner; they simply pounce, scratch, and occasionally pierce with their tail, then the poison will slowly weaken their prey. It would have worked on other beasts, but unfortunately for the rodent, Lokie's body had a natural built-in detoxification system. The green dude is a tough nut to crack.

*thug!*

The kick launched the rodent into the air, where it landed on the massive tree, further injuring it. Lokie approached the dying beast, grabbed it, built a simple fire, and prepared to cook it for his breakfast. Nothing beats a good old-fashioned skinning and gutting session.

Lokie took a seat on a rock and ate his breakfast right away.

*Munch* *Munch*

"Ratatoillie tastes better than that magic bunny." Lokie ate while reminiscing about everything that had happened.

It's been almost 26 days since the Moray beasts attacked. Since then, a lot of things have happened. For one thing, after that life-threatening fight and passing out, I quickly regained my consciousness and hurriedly left the scene, even though I was severely injured.

I figured that if I stayed there, I would only get myself killed, and my hunch was right. A few minutes after I left, I heard a loud noise and commotion coming from that direction.

"Thankfully, I made the wise decision of getting my ass out of there, and despite having a difficult and painful time doing so, I was able to do so."

Anyway, after I was safe from that ordeal, it took me two days to fully recover. two days!

My racial traits are extremely beneficial.

Regeneration: Increase the cells' reproduction in the wounded area. increased regeneration by 5%.

In the trait skill, it states that the skill only increases my regeneration by 5%. According to the description, it seemed strange that 5% could accomplish so much, so I looked for more of it, and then it hit me. With my 12 Con stats, it appears that Constitution has a lot more to offer; unfortunately, I can't get any more detailed information.

I have a theory that the regeneration buffs that increase cell reproduction and the 5% increase in regeneration are not the same buffs, but I have no way of knowing for sure.

Anyway, a lot of time has passed. My daily life returned to normal after I made a full recovery from my injuries. Hmm, that's right, this is my normal life now.

As usual, I hunted beasts when I needed to eat. Still, the same as I always do, I didn't risk eating any fruits or berries. I move around a lot, so I don't have a permanent residence. Let's just say I can't afford real estate. Hue! Hue! This is typical of the life of a nomad.

In these 26 days, I fought a lot of Ratatouille and Magic Rabbits, and, of course, the Moray beast did not want to be left out. Since then, I've fought the Moray pack twice.

Dealing with the Ratatouille seemed difficult at first, but it turned out that there was a very simple solution: let the beast attack me and slap it hard with Power Strike; one successful Power Strike is enough to render the beast incapacitated. Easy!

Now, why change a working strategy in the case of the magic rabbit? throwing rocks, intercepting, yanking the antenna, and punching the face, Easy!

And for the pain-in-the-ass Moray pack, it turns out that being defensive with the pack was a bad idea. When I ran into the pack again, I tried to be on the defensive, and almost the same situation repeated itself. The only difference was that the second time I was more composed. There was nothing a good roar skill at point blank couldn't solve, and of course, I utilized the Condense Muscle skill, so even if they managed to get their jaws on me, it felt like a puppy trying to bite me.

Anyway, I found that being offensive was the best way to deal with the pack. It turned out that I could apply Power Strike on my feet to propel myself forward, giving me a sudden burst of speed coupled with Power Strike on my fist; this move always guaranteed a kill, so reducing their pack one by one before they could counterattack with their numbers was a great strategy to deal with them. Although this way of using skills will greatly deplete my stamina and put me in a tight situation, it's the best I can do at the moment.

These were not the only beasts I came across in the last few days. I also came across snake-type beasts, spider-type beasts, bird-type beasts, centipede-type beasts, and other bigger beasts that I didn't dare get close to.

So far, all the snake types I've seen are longer and larger than the average adult Phyton snake on Earth. Fortunately, the majority of the snakes I encountered weren't venomous. They hunt using their size and strength, the same way that Python snakes do, but their skins are harder and thicker. I have more raw power than the snake, coupled with my power strikes. I'd be able to deal with them. But I mostly avoided them, despite the fact that I could usually kill them with my raw strength and power strike skills. I am only forced to fight them when I'm forced to, because it's always a close call.

Spider Beasts, They aren't your typical spiders that build webs on high ground; instead, they are like tarantulas, which burrow or live in caves. I never fought one of them; it's more like every time I see one. I get the fuck out of the area asap.

Bird beasts come in all sizes. The small ones were like afternoon snacks for me; the bigger ones, though, I failed to kill, and they failed to kill me too. But most of the time, I ended up with more scratches and injuries. So, big birds are assholes.

Centipede Beasts, just two words: Fuck No!

That has been my life for the past few days. In a nutshell, I fight when I must and run when I am full.

Lokie continued to eat the rodent while reminiscing about the past events. When suddenly, something happened.

*Ding!

*Congratulations, Host, Lokie Strain. You have survived for more than 720 hours (30 days) in another world. As a pioneer, you have met the basic requirements to receive our assistance.

*Calculating the host's achievements to determine your rank and level of assistance.

*Ding!

*Survived for 720 hours in a foreign world (1/1).

*Defeated a beast (1/1).

*Defeated ten beasts (10/10).

*Defeated 50 Beasts (21/50).

*Defeated another sentient being in a foreign world (0/1).

*Defeated a beast stronger than the host (0/1).

*Gain a reputation by the same race (0/1).

*Interact with sentient beings (0/1).

*Build any sort of reputation in the foreign world (0/1).

*Understanding of the basic hierarchy of this world (1%).

*Understanding of the world's geographical structure (8%).

*Understanding of the world's power structure (3%).

*Ding!

*The current host has been assigned a rank F and is at the bottom of the priority list.

*Thank you for your patience, host!

"What the fuck! How is this fair!"

*Introducing the Racial Pioneering World System!

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