"10,966"
"10,967"
"10,968"
*Host has gained the stat [memory +1]*
"Wow! Just doing this gave me a stat. I wonder what other random things i could do to earn stats."
"Mmmm... 10×10=100, 100×100=10,000"
*Host has gained misc stat [math +1]*
"Haha, this is way to easy!"
After being alone and unable to move for what seemed like an eternity, Grispy was slowly losing grip with reality.
"USE SKILL KI GATHERING!!!!"
*Host has gained [ki +1]*
"AGAIN!"
*Host has gained [ki +1]*
This went on until he finally reached his soft cap which was 100.
*Host has reached the soft cap! Would you like to use all your ki to increase your cap by 50, or use it to upgrade your skill which will give you +2 after each use of the skill*
"UPGRADE THE SKILLL!!!!"
*Skill has been upgraded to lvl 2, you will need 200 ki points to upgrade to next lvl*
creak...
The door to the cell had been opened, and the girl who met him at the door earlier had slowly made her way in. The cell that Grispy had been in was a cold stone room. He thought the walls looked so smooth that if he were to wipe his hand on it, it would slide right off. If only he wasent chained down...
The girl approached him with a saddened look. She caressed his cheek and started to cry. Grispy noticed her arms and looked at the rest of her body. She seemed as though she had not eatin in month's.
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"Haha, there's no reason to cry. Let me guess, my leg was poisoned and the only way to save me was to amputee it? Although why did you tie me down.. Was it to keep me from opening the wound?"
Grispy knew deep down something was not right. Yet he wanted to believe that maybe he was wrong. The girl looked at him and said.
"Pol molo wes com iour visk"
A language that Grispy had never heard before. He just stared at her blankly.
"Uhhh, i dont understand?"
The girl looked at him. She pointed at herself.
"Pol."
"Uhhh, im?"
"Pol Christine!"
"I'm Grispy!"
She pointed at grispy.
"Iour."
"Uhhh, your? Iour Christine."
She pointed at his leg.
"Visk."
She made chewing noises.
"Comed."
Hahaha!
"You ate my fucking leg!"
*Host has gained the common skill [Morsk language +1]*
"Once you untie me, IM GONNA KILL YOU!"
*Host has used skill [shout] and has gained [shout +1]*
Christine ran out the room screaming. Once she made it out she slammed the door shut.
BAM!
Not long after her father. Came in with a butcher knife.
"You wefer mozeta!"
The old man said right before slicing into Grispy's side.
*Skill [beserk] has been activated*
*Attack power is increased to 600% *
Grispy snapped the metal chain in half and grabbed the mans neck as hard as he could. Causing the man to struggle.
CRUNCH
*Host has gained [exp +1] [strength +1]*
The mans body went limp. Grispy took the rest of the chains off. After standing up he immediately fell face first. Using the stool next to him, to get up. He began hoping towards the door.
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK
Three loud, booming knocks could be heard at the door.
"Rusk in!"
The girl shouted.
Hiding behind the door Grispy waited and listened. A group of 5... no 7 people came in, it sounded like they were clad in armor. Taking a quick peek, it was the same group from before! they were missing half their gear and people. Plus the big guy wasent there either.
For some reason anger started to swell up inside of him. He wanted revenge! Making his way to the old man, he picked up the bloody knife and put it on the bed.
First he cut the sheets so that he could wrap it around the wound. He then wrapped the rusted chains around his forearms. Grabbing the knife he made his way over to the door.
*Host has gain the rare skills [dismantle] and [creation]*
*Equiped the class [assassin]*
After about thirty minutes passed, the girl made her way to the room that
Grispy was in. As soon as she entered Grispy took the blade and cut her throat.
*[Exp +1]*
BOOM!
Grispy let her body hit the ground. Three of the guys stood up quickly. Two were spearman, one was a sheildman. The others still sitting were one archer and the other a spearman who looked more like their captain. while the others had no weapons.
The three men slowly made their way over to the door. On the other side, Grispy clenched the knife in his hand and waited for his chance to strike.