"Growl," "growlll," "grwwle."

Three wolves appeared just under the place he was standing, jumped and bit his little bum but unfortunately missed by a few centimeters, and started moving around looking at him growlingly with horrible red eyes and mouths and scary teeth.

Eero quickly climbed the rope, didn't look down. He is controlling his piss hardly; he is sure if he looked down now, he will definitely piss his pants.

Upon reaching the top somehow, he is surprised, relieved, and thankful. Whether it was a life-and-death situation or this critical moment, he was calm and composed.

His first kill also didn't affect him much, except a little discomfort. Also, climbing skills also worked.

"Is it because of past life experience? My emotions were under my control all the time in 11 years; I despaired a lot but controlled myself and endured it silently and calmly. All that endurance is coming to fruition, I think," he muttered, then feeling his body on the verge of collapse.

'My body is different; no matter how much I push it, except tiredness and stress, I don't feel anything else. Also, that kick attack just let me feel unimaginable pain; other organs or functions of the body aren't affected much.'

'If someone else endures as much as I did today, their kidney, liver, and bladder will malfunction, but I am fine; just the whole body is painful as hell, more stressed and heavy than yesterday, as if I had picked mountains. If it weren't for my tough will, almost four times higher than an adult, I would have been lying on the ground now.'

Eero thought to himself,

Even his hands and arms are numb; his body is creaking horribly, begging him to show mercy on this pitiful, small, and innocent self.

Controlling the urge to lie down on the ground, she grabbed the rope,

After pulling the rope up and collecting it inside the storage panel, looking at the huge gray-brown wolves growling and turning below, his heart trembled, 'I was almost eaten.'

Made a face at them sullenly, then walked inside the home after making the door and window visible again, taking a piss in the shower room, washing, eating, then jumped on the bed acrobatically, slept a few seconds later, snoring peacefully.

Without caring about the chaos he had just created in a huge gang settling in a village near West City,

Half an hour ago, nearby West City,

In an old village located at the northeast of the West City, a few gangsters were playing solitaire while smoking and cursing each other.

"Huh, who is that?" One of them tilted his head and glanced behind the fellow in front, looking at tiny figures far away. After a while, his frown turned into shock, looking at two people moving awkwardly in bandages while pulling a cart behind.

"What is it? Come on, it's your turn."

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Others also turned around curiously and glanced in the direction after seeing their fellow's shocked face. They were also shocked the next instance.

"Is it the boss and them?" one of them muttered doubtfully.

"It's really them. Someone attacked them. Come on, inform everyone. We are under attack." The man jumped and ran toward the two awkwardly bandaged persons.

"What happened?" he asked upon reaching, looking at the boss's bloody eyebandage, which probably became corpse without a sigh.

His heart trembled, then he asked solemnly,

"Who killed the boss?"

"Damn, it was a little shit. It's a shame. After sneak attacking us, he ran away. I will definitely find him and shred him into two pieces," the evil man spoke, his eye in bandage aching still now. His remaining eye also turned bloody red with grievance and hatred.

Such a loss he hadn't suffered in his entire life. Looking at his companions' shredded faces and bandages, he dodged the eye attack, backing away, but his cheek was shredded instead.

Then she glanced at their bandaged feet. Then glimpsing at the boss's corpse. At every glimpse, his heart burned more and more.

The gangsters gathered around, looking at the evil man and the silent man, their miserable condition, and the boss's more miserable death. They took a deep breath.

A chill rushed through their spines. Horrible!

Who did that? Everyone was confused, but looking at the dark, resentful vibe flickering around the evil man, they didn't dare to ask.

This guy is a notorious serial killer; he may end up killing the first person asked about their miserable situation, but how did they suffer a loss?

Their gossip hearts were scratching.

Soon the news spread, shaking the foundation of the village. The gang leader died at the hands of a child because of his carelessness, sneaked attacked by a six-year-old kid.

The evil man became the next leader. Although he suffered a loss, no one doubted his ability and ruthlessness.

...

Three days later,

Early morning, Eero was sitting cross-legged in a meditation pose, taking deep breaths, feeling the morning warm sun rays on his body and the fresh oxygen content breeze caressing his small body. Rustling grass voices and his rhythmic breathing accompanied him.

Instantly, he felt a refreshing coolness through his body, from head hair to toenails. Even his soul felt as if washed away, refreshed, and became more active.

This meditation is from his previous life under the teaching of doctors. He has been doing it every week to release the mental stress gathered from the previous week. But in this world, it has an unexpected effect—that's the Qi probably in his body, which spreads and enriches every particle of his body.

Basically, he was always living alone in a confined room all year round. Mental health regulations were also mandatory for him, along with physical regulations.

Opening his beautiful purple-gold eyes and clenching his fist, he glanced at his property panel.

[Status Panel]

Name: Eero

Level: 1

Body: 3 (1 normal adult)

Strength: 1

Agility: 1

Stamina: 1

Soul: 5.1 (1 normal adult)

IQ: 1.7

- Spirit: 1.7

- Will: 1.7

[Note: All ratios of sub-stats will be kept balanced, under the rule of Infinity Talent.]

"Physical properties are catching up with my soul attributes—more than double strength than an ordinary adult," Eero muttered with flickering eyes.

Recalling two days ago, encountering that danger, he didn't visit the west city again these days.

But the next day, as expected, he stood up next morning like nothing happened. His body became more active than before, and his stats were improved three times more than before. Body stats reached 1.8 from 0.6, and soul reached 4.2 from 3.6.

Soul stats were less than expected, but the thing that worries him is his stats increase progress became more slow in the next two days. Who wants to return to poverty after being rich? A situation like this is happening to him.

Yesterday it became 2.4, and today it became 3, which is quite less in Eero's opinion. Also, he felt his progress was slowing down more. Before, it was body potential or something like that. He exploited that potential, which gave him such a stat boost.

"It seems life-and-death situations and critical moments increase my stats. Am I a Saiyan race? I don't have any tail, though," Eero thought to himself, patting his little vertebrae.