Before setting off, Bathilda quickly checked on the Brats once again and was sickened to her stomach by what she saw. The five remaining monsters were feasting on the corpse of the fallen Brat. The monster that died to her poison.

Why are they eating it? Food can't be that scarce, right?

After her rhetorical question was posed, Bathilda suddenly realised she hadn't eaten anything herself since before her reincarnation. She also hadn't seen anything she would be comfortable taste testing.

Wondering how long it would be before the hunger pains kicked in, her next goal after beating the Brats would be find a source of sustenance for when she needed it.

She didn't want to add starvation to the growing list of problems that kept rising.

Oh, those skill points! I should spend them. But, how do I do that? Let's see.

Skill Shop!

Nope.

Skill Tree!

Nope.

Skill Points!

After calling out a few words she knew to be associated with the action she wanted to perform, Bathilda's managed to open a new window she hadn't seen yet. As she thought about scrolling down through the many different categories, the operation performed itself automatically and moved according to her will.

That is pretty awesome.

Feeling like a kid in a candy store, Bathilda spent some time scrolling through the different sections without purchasing anything. She was already broadening her knowledge of her new world just by reading some the skills that could apparently be performed here.

After scrolling through hundreds of skills and techniques, many of which would be extremely beneficial to Bathilda, she finally stopped when she hit a category that appeared to benefit her primary objective.

Healing.

The majority of skills and spells inside the healing category would be invaluable to her. They would all help in Bathilda's goal to helping people. Magic spells. Actual magic spells. Even those that could prevent and even reverse death were written out before her. Although the price tags were exorbitant.

Bathilda's mind was racing.

Is that how I'll help people here, with magic? That... Is... Awesome! Pa-chew. Pa-chew. I know that isn' t the right sound, but who here is going to tell me any different? The Brats? I doubt it. They are going to become the fuel for my evolution, right after I spend these points.

Spending a further ten minutes going over the whole section carefully, Bathilda was unable to purchase a single healing skill. In the top right corner of the list she was lusting over, the number 4 was present in its own separate box. It wasn't clear if that was how many skill points she had, but that was the only number that didn't change across all the categories.

Bathilda cursed her lack of information. She also cursed the healing spell she attempted to purchase before she was met with failure.

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Skill (Lesser Healing): 5 Skill Points

Heals minor wounds and stops bleeding. This spell is not effective on large wounds or infections. Costs 4 mana per use.

The fact that she couldn't purchase (Lesser Healing), even though it only cost 5 points, made Bathilda more certain that she only had 4 points to spend.

Thrilled at the thought of being able to use magic in the future, Bathilda stored the knowledge of the currently-unattainable spell in her mind for future purchase. She would have liked to have saved the points, but she needed every advantage she could get for her hit and run strategy against the Brats.

Sorrowfully moving past the healing section of her list, Bathilda kept on until she found a section labelled Passive Skills. Inside this category, she found a few skills that only cost a single skill point. After much deliberation with herself, Bathilda spent all four points on three new passive skills. All of them should offer some aid in what was to come.

Skill (Iron Body): Each level of this skill raises the user's defence by 5%.

Skill (Swift Wing): Each level of this skill raises the user's movement speed by 5%.

Skill (Identify): Each level of this skill adds more information to the user's field of view.

(Identify) was the only skill that cost two points, but Bathilda saw it as a valuable tool in her fight for survival. The ability to see how much HP someone had would surely be invaluable, or so she believed. With her purchases complete, Bathilda's (Echolocation+) streamed new information to her brain as it decided to combine itself with (Identify) and name everything in her skill's range.

Cave wall, cave floor, cave wall, cave floor, roof, root, root, stone, Grickit, Brat, Brat, Brat... On and on it went, listing everything in its available range to with the barest of descriptions. At least Bathilda had discovered she was actually in a cave from the influx of information she had just received.

What's a Grickit? I can see anything over there.

She wondered, rising from where she had sat. Her joints a little stiff from her prolonged inactivity.

Bathilda turned to the pit only to stop in panic. She hadn't been monitoring her surroundings as well as she thought she had because across the way, five silhouettes stood waiting. Ten sets of eyes -shining crimson through the darkness, were all staring at the small bat.

If she didn't have (Echolocation+), Bathlinda would have had no idea what they were. Fortunately for her, the skill she had been using since her arrival on this world happily showed her the carnivorous faces of her would-be murders. Having already finished their meal, they decided to follow the one that fed them.

With luck being on her side, this time in heaps and bundles, not a single Brat was able to exit the tunnel they had traversed down due to the lack of flooring between them and their prey.

Ha! What are you going to do now, shitheads?

Taunting her already aggravated opponents, Bathilda danced away on her side of the pit. Gleefully basking in her own safety and much to the dissatisfaction at the irritated Brats.

Her joyous mood was cut short as Bathilda saw a fast-moving label flying towards her. It was moving through the air on its own and took her a second to read, momentarily catching her off guard. The labelled object, a (stone), hit her clean in the wing.

Bathilda's mood once more turned to panic as she stopped taunting her opponents and made a hasty retreat back down her original tunnel. More stones continued to fly through the air, declaring their arrival by name, as Bathilda dodged the best she could.

Scurrying round the corner, she stopped to rest by the split in the passage. Not wanting to go closer to the giant monster, nor wanting to go near where the Millisnake had come from, Bathilda decided to stay where she was.

Even though she was out of sight, the Brat's didn't give up in their quest to stone their enemy and continued to hurl whatever objects they could find over to Bathilda's side.

The fact that they couldn't see the creature who had killed one of their pack, forcing them to feast on its flesh before anything else down here did, did not mean that they couldn't sense her. The Brat's had very sensitive noses and even an accompanying skill boosting their senses. They didn't need to guess, they knew she hadn't left yet.

So they waited.

With a constant bombardment raining down, Bathilda had found another of her plan in tatters. The horrible rodent things were now guarding the entrance to their nest. Reluctantly, she decided to investigate the direction the Millisnake came from.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?