Seeing that I am now seven, I can now venture into the wilderness to hunt monsters. For the sake of training, the order had released many different species of monsters on the island upon their establishment. Most of the native species have been wiped out, though it matters not to the church. In their eyes, they could not adapt so they deserved to die.
The aim of my hunt is a slime since, well, I would die to anything else immediately. I have a chipped, hand-me-down dagger from the church's armoury. Although I would rather have a spear to keep distance from my foes, I simply do not have the strength to use it as pathetic as that may sound. Daggers are light and work with my dexterity stat well. As armour, I have worn-out leather boots with a beaten-up small leather chestplate. I replace my acolyte robe with a white shirt and brown pants underneath the armour for ease of movement.
Slimes are typically opportunistic predators due to their weakness in relation to all other monsters. They make up for their weakness by being hard to kill. To kill a slime, you must break the core though that is difficult as it can move its core wherever it wants and your weapons can get stuck in the goo of its body. That's not including that they are quite hard to hit with their small size and alright agility stat.
Hearing rumors of a spot popular for slimes to consolidate, I take some hours of the day to travel to a forested area with some pools as almost half of all days of the year has some sort of rain. The pools are small in width but large in depth. The only noise is rustling trees and far off battle exists with these woods. I am a tad frustrated though, since I cannot find a slime. Were the rumors a lie? I have already spent so much time getting here so they better be here.
Fulfilling my wish, but not in the way I wanted, a light green slime that hid in wait on the tree branch above me performed an ambush on me, engulfing my head. Panicking, I uselessly grab at the goo without much thought. As my consciousness dimmed, I got lucky and spooked it by touching its core. Retreating from my head, we stare each other down, knowing each other to be equal opponents, a fight between the weaklings. Recovering from the lack of oxygen just a few moments ago, I draw my dagger and ready it for another attack. Instead of doing a suicide charge towards me like I expected it to, it retreated. Pursuing it, I fell into its trap. It suddenly bounced towards me as it was rolling away and engulfed my left arm, knowing I could not carelessly stab at it with my arm in the crossfire.
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The coursing pain from it dissolving the arm of my shirt and then skin shoots through me. So much that I actually gained a toughness stat point. Jumping into a pool, the slime disattaches and floats up. I try to stab it with my dagger, though it is pointless as I could not apply proper force underwater. The slime begins to spread itself across the pool to reattach to me when I come up for air but I flailed in the water, disturbing the water just enough to confuse it and make an escape from the pool.
A popup appears before me: 'You are wet. -25% agility.' I only have one agility, it cannot go any less than that! Jokes on you system!
A plan forms within my mind as the slime regains its senses a bit and consolidates itself to jump at me but falled short since it could not produce enough force. Dodging its continued clumsy jumps, I get enough openings to take off my chestplate and wrap its straps around my forearm over the course of a few lunges. I slowly direct the battle to where the slime is in front of the tree. As it takes one last lunge, I use the chestplate on my forearm to bat it towards the tree with all the strength I could muster, my body screaming at me to stop. It splats against the tree and its goo goes flying everywhere around the tree, leaving the core with no way to stop an attack. I lunge at the small sphere before the slime can recollect and stab it with my dagger. The color of the goo becomes a dark green as a pop-up appears before me. 'Green slime defeated. You have leveled up. You may allocate ten stat points.'
Though I cared little for the pop-up, my exhaust was the only thing on my mind. Laying on the ground, I drift off to unconsciousness as I see some kids appear from the bushes, asking if I am okay. I only let out a weak "no" before passing out.