''What's wrong with this guy? He ain't dead yet?''

Bran staggered before regaining his balance and wiping some blood off of the side of his mouth. Petrichor filled the air that made the atmosphere much heavier than it already was. ''Ruforld, it's going to rain. Finish up or I'll do it for you and hog all that exp.'' The man holding the sword took cover near the cave entrance and was impatiently tapping his foot beside the other bandit.

''Godfuckingdamnit!. Screw it, 'Enhancement Arts Pentagon: Strengthening Boost, Reaction Boost, Speed Boost, Agility Boost, Sense Boost. '' Rurforld was ready to break everything out at the risk of getting his pride damaged. Ruforld's body flashed many different colors.

Fausk panicked. ''Derus!, Bran is going to die!. If all he has is health then he won't survive this battle.''

''Tut tut, Lord Fausk. Have you ever heard that normal humans cannot use more than 40-50% of their actual strength as their bodies would crumble due to the physical strain. Some humans in his world trained their body to be able to take the strain and use up to even 60% of their strength depending on their muscle mass. Your world, Lord Fausk. Threw that idea out of the window and used stats as the sole sense of limitations a human has.''

''Well, I wanted to create a fun world where the people could let their instincts go wild and still retain their humanity. Thus the monsters.''

''True, but adrenaline is a key factor in what your creations call PBP or Physical Breakdown Phenomenon. When a warrior surpasses his limits for but a moment and pays the toll later with damage. Broken bones, torn muscles and even paralyzation. Your world has it all.''

''What's your point?''

''I'm quite proud of this one...what do you think will happen if he could continue taking PBP since his HP would allow such strain.''

Fausk's eyes widened at the realization.

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Despite all of the flashy power-ups, all it took was one punch from Bran to bore a hole through Ruforld's chest. The two other bandits were stunned for a moment as they watched the rain pour down on Bran. His eyes glowed a crimson red as his dislocated arm and elbow slowly corrected themselves.

Deep inside the cave, the Bandit King finished cutting up the beef into their respective parts when suddenly one of his subordinates came screaming about a powerful adventurer that was grinding deeper and deeper into cave through all of the other bandits.

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''Whaddya mean he won't die?, Y'all'ere just too damn weak.''

Finally, Bran arrived at the end of the cave. With his favourite scimitar at the ready, he heard the footsteps get louder and louder until the makeshift door slowly creaked opened and revealed a young man with blood all over his cloak, hair and face staring him down and waiting for him to make the first moveThe Bandit King's scars were not just for show. He knew when someone was stronger than him and Bran's glare gave that exact feeling. ''Boy, 'aight, lemme just get mah gold. I'll give ya anythin' you want. Just tell me.''

''Cows.''

''Ey?''

''Give me the cows.''

''Oh uh, sure. umm. That's it?''

''Yes.''

''Okey then.''

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For the first time since his remodelling, Bran smiled.

A large sack hung from his back carrying the butchered meat and seven cows of varying ages. Due to the rain, it was hard to get to the village as his sense of direction was slightly obstructed by the downpour. When Bran arrived at the Village's edge, he tied the cows to a part of the fence and went to the largest hut that gave off light.

He entered and saw the villagers huddled in the center where coal was carefully being burnt. ''I got the cows'' Bran said.

''Oh my Goddess!, are you hurt?'' the elder said. Bran was covered in blood and mud from his face to the soles of his feet.

''Ah, no. The blood isn't mine. At least most of it isn't, I think.''

Bran dropped the sack in front of the Elder.

''I'm hungry, cook it.''

The village's best cook took initiative and peeked inside the bag. ''This was nicely butchered. No meat was wasted from the looks of it.''

''Not my concern. Cook it.''

The coal was strengthened to be able to cook the meat and they started grilling inside the large hut. The smell was pulling the other villagers in and to Bran, it was even more intoxicating. With the combination of the sweet, weakening smell and Bran's already low Hp, he fell to the floor. Hearing the thud, the other villagers clamored onto him to check his condition. The Elder talked to him as he lay on the floor. ''I've decided.''

''Yes, traveler?''

''From now on, you are all mine.''

Bran uttered his final words before going to sleep for the first time. He may have abnormally high health points, the coldness of a dead snake's corpse, and the hard headedness of a Pachycephalosaurus but every being needs rest. His first time sleeping was warm, despite the harsh rain.

''Goodnight, traveler.''