If he allowed even one of them to escape, it might bring the entire horde on him, leaving him with no choice but to flee. Yet, he doubted he could outpace wild dogs. His strength might carry him for a short while, but eventually, his stamina would dwindle.

When questioned about stamina, the voice asserted it would improve alongside his strength and constitution, albeit primarily influenced by constitution.

Alexander, exhausted beyond measure, sensed the encroaching embrace of unconsciousness. Regret gnawed at him; he'd been reckless, engaging in relentless combat for three hours straight. Rest should have been a priority.

And besides, he should have guessed these creatures would be here. Though most of the animals changed, wild dogs were one of the ones that did not. But that did not make them any less challenging to deal with.

But judging by how skinny those two were, Alexander was sure the herd they were from was not long for this world.

While running, he fell down, well, it would be more apt to call that he passed out, but the pain of falling down while running jolted him right awake.

He couldn't continue; not only was he physically exhausted, but the mental strain of illegally crossing the border was also taking its toll and becoming evident. He needed rest.

He hastily ascended the nearby tree, wedging himself securely between two thick branches. Of course, it was risky, of course, it was against his plan, and of course, it was completely foolish, but Alexander did not care; he just wanted to close his eyes.

..........

The thick darkness was cut through with the cacophony of screams, roars, clashes, clanks, explosions, and tremors and over all chaose.

It was a vast expanse of land, scorched by the three suns above, as air twisted and rigid with the heat. But that did not stop the people from cutting one another down. Fists met, weapons clashed, siege machines were used as blood flew and people, along with the ground, exploded into a bloody mess.

Far away, there were gigantic mountains that were swaying, no, they were moving. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that they were massive creatures, with a huge shell behind them. Each of them was at least 1000 feet in height. And in the back, even bigger silhouettes could be seen. Its back was not empty; reinforcements could be seen on its mounts' backs, hundreds of thousands of them.

With every step they took, the earth trembled beneath them, accompanied by reverberating booms. One party seeing this cheered, and the other became desperate.

Suddenly, one man clad in almost Arabic clothing from the side of the desperate people, opened his eyes. As he slowly stood up, his body swaying with the rhythm of the movement of the massive 15-foot elephant he was on.

He looked at the approaching moving mountains and smiled. Next moment, a colossal aura covered the whole battlefield, as the war paused, and so did the moving mountains.

There was just a choking sound then; the aura exploded. As the pressure mounted, the air stilled, the clouds halted, the mountains first bent then cracked, as massive wails reverberated throughout the surroundings.

Alexander woke up startled; his body was drenched in sweat. What the heck was that, a nightmare? He did not get to think much, as he saw the dark sky shimmering with flickering stars and the moon looming over them.

“fuck,” Alexander muttered.

It seems he slept until night. This was a problem; he already had limited time in the first place. And his plan was to kill, or rather gather as much exp as he could in these three days. But it seems he wasted one-third of his time already.

Despite the increased presence of beasts at night, he wasn't foolish or blinded by greed enough to risk venturing out and putting himself in danger.

And though it was a joke by Ricky, if he goes out at night, there is a small chance he could meet a c-ranked beast at that time; he doubted he would have the time to even run; he would just be an appetizer.

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He waited until morning; at first, he did not even take his phone out, in fear the light might attract some beast. But after some time, he could not hold it in and started seeing some videos he saved previously.

The voice urged him to do some exercise, but he gave the excuse of being sore for tomorrow's hunt. As soon as the sun rose, Alexander was out hunting; he was bored out of his mind.

The first thing he hunted after the sun rose was again, Fluffnuts, this time also two. Though they gave only 7 exp each, he was not about to let them go just because of that, especially after he wasted a whole entire day.

Alexander continued his killing spree, or as he liked to call it, 'exp farming,' until noon. At that point, he decided to take a break. And eat something. All this time he was like a true butcher, killing everything in sight. Well, as long as they were manageable, of course. He even chased down two wild chickens. No matter what, they were exp, and he could not let them go.

He went after creatures about the size of a cat or slightly larger, steering clear of anything as big as a dog. He had enough the last time.

But there was a problem,

Name: Alexander

Race: Human

Level: 6

Exp: 316/409

Strength: 18

*Perception: ___

*Dexterity: ___

*Agility: ___

*Constitution: 3

*Intelligence: ___

*Vitality: ___

Even after butchering everything he could, there was not much exp. He was still almost 100 exp short from reaching the next level.

Alexander finished eating the dry food he brought with him. And then climbed up a tree to check up on the bag he bought on the marketplace.

the bag was for the collection of important items like monster body parts and other valuables. But as of now, it was almost empty. Which was to be expected as he killed nothing of note. Nobody is going to buy wild dogs or wild chicken from him, not even the small and damaged hides of lizards or chameleons he had killed up until now.

He did manage to find some wild fruits which would give him some pocket change. And the bag also held a significant amount of greenery and mushrooms.

He did not know anything about alchemy, just the basics needed to pass, so he picked everything he found remotely interesting. Hoping to come across something valuable that will at least land him the money to go out next time.

Alexander finished his meager meal, scarcely deserving the title of lunch, then rose to his feet. He looked in the direction where he saw the elk, and after some time, he shook his head. He was sure killing just one of them should be enough to give him a level or even more, judging by the cow, but it was too risky. Not to mention he was in the wild.

Not too long after, he could hear some pig squealing sound from one of the bushes he was passing through. The squealing sound almost seemed rhythmic.

He stopped and carefully approached the bushes, and what he saw made his jaw drop, and somewhere deep in him, he was kind of jealous.

In front of him two pigs were doing the deed. And judging by their squeals and expressions, they seemed to enjoy it a lot as well.

But Alexander could not help but think his luck finally pulled through for him. Unlike normal wild pigs, these pigs had almost no fur on their body, and their skin color was earth yellow.

Alexander's eyes lit up, recalling what he knew these were called sunshine boars, but there was another name for this filthy pig that was almost like a land vulture, as it only ate dead plants or rotten roots. And that is "Brue pigs."

That is because their blood is used as a cheap alternative stabilizer in alchemy. Though the product made with the blood of this beast is almost worse in quality, it was cheap, so many low leveled alchemist used its blood instead of the proper stabilizer in their alchemy. It yielded worse products, sure, but they could also sell it at a lower price, and for most cultivators who needed every penny they could get their hands on, this was more important than quality.

So if Alexander could kill these two, he would at least ensure some good return for this trip of his, though he doubted that would break him even.

He felt a twinge of guilt for interrupting their intimate moment as a fellow virgin, but this was the opportune time to strike, and so, he proceeded.

Fwoosh!

Suddenly, the bush shook as Alexander intensely came out of it, and before the pig could understand what happened, Alexander brought down his axe on its head. The pig felt an intense force slam into it, as Alexander hit it with the dull side so that its head was bashed rather than cut.

In the next moment, under the force of the strike fueled by all 16 points of strength behind it, the pig's eyes bulged out., and then its skull cracked. The female one, beneath , was about to run, but Alexander kicked it right in the stomach before it could do so.

The pigs were relatively small, about the size of two dogs combined, likely due to their youth. The kick sent it flying as it crashed into the tree bark. But before it could get up, Alexander instantly arrived before it and kicked it on the stomach once again.

The pig squealed out in agony, but it was cut short as another landed on it. He continued kicking it repeatedly. He felt bad for the pig as it squealed like crazy, as if asking him why he was doing this.

Though it pained him, the answers were simple; the value of these pigs lay mostly in their blood, and by cutting their heads off, it would cost him more. The male pig had sustained head injuries and was already bleeding, which would decrease its value. Alexander was not about to make the same mistake.

As each painful squeal of the pig reverberated through his ears, he consoled himself that he needed to do this. The pig could not take this much of a beating and soon breathed its last.

Alexander wiped the sweat from his brow and hastily placed the pig bodies in his bag, fearing other predators might arrive. The 2nd pig did wail loudly.

After packing, the bag did look a bit cramped at the bottom; The bag, nearly two-thirds of his length, still had some room for additional items. Alexander lamented that he did not have any special bags; they were made from a special type of beast hide and space formation crafted by those highly proficient in space. As such, the price of one was off the chart.

Some of them also used space-type cores which have uses and stable places, but the price was so much he doubted even three years' worth of his father's salary would be enough to buy one.

A sigh escaped Alexander's lips as he found a glimmer of hope in his dire circumstances. Despite the challenges, he took comfort in the prospect of recovering some funds. There was hope.