Somehow I'm alive.
I can see five goblins almost completely disappearing in a green mist, those are probably the same ones I killed earlier. So I've been out for a few hours, huh? My regeneration is impressive.
Crack.
After hearing a sound I touch my face. There's a crack below my eyes, am I physically breaking now? Hah...
My body has been fully healed for a long time now, the goblins are now gone, but I keep laying on the ground the same way that Troll left me. I have no will to stand up.
I watch the moon rise into the sky.
Then I see the sun rise.
Crack.
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It's been 8 days, I'm still laying down.
Four spider-like arms grow from my back, lifting me up. After all this time I'm finally standing again. I pick a random direction and start walking. My vision seems... Reddish.
I've crossed paths with some goblins, they run from me now. If they're close enough I just kick their head off, why not, right? The same thing applies to the worms, yet they're too slow to get away, I just kill them with the spider-arms.
The scarabs, scorpions and spiders don't run away though, it's always a burden when they get in my way... But slaughtering them is a rather easy job.
I haven't seen any other trolls since then, in their stead I've found a new type of monster: The wolves. They hunt in groups, at least seven at a time, the maximum I ever saw was fourteen together, their speed is unmatched, I refuse to believe any human on this world can keep up with it.
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And as if to defy my conclusions, a seventeen wolf pack just appeared. Still...
Crack.
They're too weak.
These things assume some kind of formation, the front line is ready and the ones on the back are taking their positions but it's too late. Five wolves are on the front, I rush and each of my hands pierce the skull of two, two of the spider-arms pierce the heads of the other two. I then run and end the last one with a kick. Twelve more to go.
Rushing to the middle, I bend and extend the spider-arms to pierce a bunch of them. I grab one wolf with my hands now extremely slim, with a pure white color and sharpened fingers. The neck I'm holding starts to bleed.
The spider-arms disappear, making the bodies fall to the ground, some try to get up, but fail. With a slight jump I get on top of the last wolf, crushing it against the ground, the thing I'm holding is dead.
"Sigh"
If you look menacing, you should live up to it y'know? Something like... Like that, yes. The ground shakes, why wouldn't it be? A giant is locked on me. You want to fight me, is that your instinct or your wish? Either way it changes nothing, I feel no pleasure nor annoyance, no happiness nor hatred... Not towards the giant at least.
A massive hand comes in my direction like a kid trying to crush a fly. I get out of the way and stand on top of one of the giant's fingers. It starts to stand up, in seconds I'm several meters above ground, the other hand forms a fist and rushes towards me, same metaphor, same outcome, this moving pile of rocks destroyed its own hand and I'm unscathed.
It looks at me and starts to shake the arm around, the sand on the ground lifts up. Does it think I'm a... Bug? Even the troll that almost killed me was more respectful than this... I hate this feeling.
The arm keeps moving around, I'm still standing. Sideways, upside down, doesn't matter, I'm not falling off. No rush needed, I'll just walk to its head. With each step my body feels lighter, my reddish vision now is clear, yet my left hand is heavier than ever. I got to the head, I form a fist with my left hand, it's my dominant hand after all.
A handless arm swings at me, missing once again. The shoulder I was just standing falls to the ground. I now go to the tip of its nose and punch between the eyes, creating a crater not deep enough to pierce half of its head, but the yellow glowing eyes are now gone and all the boulders constituting its body start falling off. After all this noise probably no monster will dare to come around here.
I should keep walking.
Crack.