On the 9th day of the tutorial, the man who had been hiding under a tree in his home for the past 9 days to ensure his safety wasn't there anymore. He had long realized that, inside his home, he wouldn't ever be able to truly grow stronger if he stayed curled up in a hole. No matter if he survives, if he cannot be strong, he will be rendered useless by the game master, at which point his life will be the same as gone. If the only way to survive was this, then so be it. Jack has spent enough time complaining about something he cannot change, so he will work on what he can change now. As he stood on the branch of a tree, much further deep inside the forest

He looked down on the prey he was aiming for this time. Killing simple snakes and rats won't bring him anything. It was either go big or go home, and he was going to go big this time. Under the tree was a giant canine. A giant wolf was probably resting. It was a stupid decision to rest in the open, as the wolf was open prey for whatever was going to be out there hunting, and this time it was a human as big as its paw at best. As he looked down, he knew it would be a hard fight even if he was smart about it, but there were only so many ways for him to gain strength, and with his summoning ability, if he was able to kill this beast, he would get a powerhouse on his own side. But, surprisingly, there was no fear in his heart anymore. At worst, he would die, but that wasn't an option, so he would win anyway.

He sighed and activated his skill. Oh, yeah, about his skill. He had spent the last day just researching how his skills worked, and there were some really shocking results. His healing and shield skills were pretty normal, but the physical enhancement on the 10 cards was so strong that he was able to uproot a giant tree while only using one arm. But the chances of getting them weren't normal. This worked like a very random slot machine, but his trait only made it work in his favor, so he didn't mind. He hated gambling in the first place, but if that's what it takes for him to survive, then he will only survive using it. What matters is that he lives, no matter how.

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[The Devil's deck has been shuffled.]

A deck of cards appeared in front of him. Each card flew around him in a circle until only one remained in front of him. It was seven spades. It automatically meant that the strongest creature he had killed so far would be summoned. The card turned into white light particles that moved into a swirling tornado from the ground as the particles faded. Left standing behind was the goblin warrior holding a spear in its hand as he nodded towards Jack, and Jack sighed, knowing what was going to happen now as he didn't think, and jumped down from the branch, the goblin following him.

He landed right on the wolf's neck, alerting him, and the goblin landed right on its forehead, stabbing its spear right through the creature's eye without wasting a minute. The warrior was disciplined and efficient in his work. No matter how much that guy annoyed him before, he had to say that at least he was a good partner to have. With that, Jack took his opportunity while the wolf shook its head uncontrollably to shake off the goblin.

Jack climbed onto the wolf's neck, using its fur to grab onto it, and used his blade to stab forward into the wolf's neck while Jack slit through it as the warm blood rained down on him once again. What was this the second time? Even for them, it was as disgusting as the first. As the wolf growled in pain, it stopped trying to save itself and slammed its head against the tree trunk, which ended up squishing and killing the goblin warrior. Well, he can be summoned again tomorrow, so that's not an issue. What was an issue was that he lost his footing and was thrown onto the ground as he went, crashing away onto the ground, but this time he rolled so as not to break any bones again. Been there, done that more than once.

As the bleeding wolf finally looked at him, the little critter, which had climbed onto its fur and slit its throat, tried to kill him like that. Even if it was losing blood, there was no way it was going to die without taking out what dared attack him, at least.