Well shit, I can become one overpowered wolf. That’s if this worlds population is normal. Considering there’s mana in this world ~groaning~ I highly doubt it. Exiting the system interface, I take in my surrounding. I started close to that massive mountain ridge not a lot of vegetation, becoming less dense away from the stream. Thinking back to those survival shows I remember that flowing water was safe to drink. Laughing at myself because I’ve already drunk its water well let’s hope nothings shitting upstream.
Seeing my notification blinking I open it seeing the experience I gained from smashing those goddam ants 18/100 Exp till level 2. At least those fucks were good for something. I'm not too hungry but ill need to deal with sooner or later. Venturing downstream, learning to maneuver this body of mine I stay close to the tree line scanning my surrounds being as quiet as I can. 30mins go bye when a notification goes off in head nearly making me yelp in alarm.
Skill acquired ‘Stealth’- novice level 1; 5% decrease to sound made while in stealth.
“Hell yeah!” I mutter but it comes out as gibberish like those huskie videos. Another 20 mins go by and I’ve yet to find something to eat when I hear a break in the foliage in front of me. Lowering myself and sticking to the shadows I peer in the direction of the noise. Soon a small ugly looking creature at least 100cm tall. Green skin with pointed ears.
A descriptor appears next to goblins head
-Goblin-
Level 2
‘Goblins are a blight on the world, quick breeding and fast gestation period of three months, mature quickly. Often carry bags know as Goblin pouches where they carry their valuables. Prefer to act in groups and avoid battle when alone.’
Deciding to creep closer I soon catch a whiff of the most rancid thing I’ve ever smelt in my life. Shit, body odor, and grime are just radiating off this SOB. Deciding to breathe through my mouth. I pause as I remember the goblin descriptor ‘prefer to act in groups.’ Deciding to circle the goblin's position I find he’s alone. This might be my chance to gain experience. Finding the goblin once again, crouching by the river filling up a water flask I creep forward as slow as possible can. Gaining a level in stealth in the process.
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Thinking about It if I can sneak attack his neck, hopefully ripping his throat in the process I'd earn a quick kill. Thinking of biting into the goblins flesh I find bile rising to my throat, forcing it back down as I increase my pace.
Entering a range where I can lunge at the green fuck, the sound of a twig snaps under my paw after a quick pause I lunge. The goblin who surprisingly isn’t deaf jolts upright. Seeing that my jaws won’t reach its neck I clamp down on its shoulder.
The Goblin lets out piercing scream. Blood fills my mouth like a fist slams in my nose.
Reeling back in pain I let go, my mouth is filled with warm, hot blood it’s sickening. Separating from each other we glare at one another I see that the goblin is missing a good chunk of skin and blood pours freely from the wound. One hand to his should the other retrieves a dagger. Fuck, he won't bleed out from that. I need a way to end this fast.
I have magic! But I don’t know how to use the bitch!!! The Goblin tired of our staring contest dashes towards me. 'Shit its hurt why is it rushing.’ Panicking I lower myself as it raises its dagger to strike, I shoot under for its legs, a feeling of hot stinging pain tears through my shoulder.
Wanting cry at the pain. I clamp down on its calf, feeling bones break and tearing a chunk of its leg off as I retreat.
The goblin is yelling what should be cursing towards me. I examine my enemy. Blood spurting from its mangled calf blood rolling down its chest from my first attack. The Goblin Dropping to its knees I can tell it knows its dead. Eyes dull, face becoming flush from blood loss, I lock eyes with the bastard. It closes its eyes. ‘you’re dying why are you giving up? Fight me until you’re dead!’ the thought sends shivers through me in revulsion or ecstasy I don't know. It's heart-wrenching I thought I'd look down on killing. Shoving down my feelings I aim my next strike for its neck sprinting at the goblin, trying to ignore the pain in my shoulder I feel my teeth sink into its neck. Being so close I don’t need a notification to tell me Its dead.
-Gain 20 exp for slain goblin-