Scarecrow walked down the hallway wooden feet taping a steady pattern. The dark stone tinted in a red glow as the scarecrow was holding the red stone no matter how much it was focused on nothing happened.

[ -19 hp]

[critical strike back stab]

The scarcrows body was spears through the tip of a black peak poking through the front.

[ for losing 95% HP you have gained 1 vitality]

Fury rockets through the straw body the scarecrow slammed the spear Down over his shoulder so it stabed into the body of the crow. With a silant scream the scarecrow swung its spear forward in a chop the spear sliding out and sending the body into a wall with a slap and crack the body stuck to the wall.

The creature was a lot like the red eye crow but it’s beak was like a spear head it was long and sharp with a jagged serration which exsplains the damage that had been taken.

[do you wish to loot spear crow yes/no]

[ beak spear head x1]

The loot was surprising as it was a weapon but the scarecrow had no idea what to use it for as it was only about a foot of solid beak shaped into a razor sharp spear head. The spear head had a hole in the bottom that the scarecrow relized would fit his meter long wooden spear as it was slid into the slot a notification popped up.

Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.

[ you have made beak spear +10 % more damage for surprise attacks]

[wepon crafting gained]

[do you wish to name your creation yes\ no]

The scarcow salected yes out of habit then it wonders what a back stab was.

[name chosen BACK STAB]

[ for naming a wepon you gain +1 inteligance]

[for making a wepon you gain + 1 wisdom]

The scarecrow was just realing from the increase in brain copasity when the final notification popped up.

[Status screen opened as you are out of combat]

name n/a

titles monsters hunter

spices [ living scarecrow]

level 3 [52/60]

Hp 4/30

mp 20/20

stam 20/20

strength 2

vitality 3

agility 6

inteligance 3

wisdom 3 + 1

[stat point]

[skills]

[Wepon building leval 1] % 15

[Spear mastery level 4] % 21

[hatred of crows] leval n/a

[Hand to hand combat] leval 2 32%

[charge stab] leval 1 15%

[blessings]

Gift of life [ plus 2 to all stats] [ plus one skill points per leval]

The scarcrows body collapsed in a pile its mind shorted out from the in flux of information.

Godess of life POV

After using the god tear soul  magics [clenze earth ] and [ give life] she was low on mana as messing with the mortal plain took many more points of mp then just casting along with the cost that soul magic brought she was near death but she shouldn’t of been this tired just plants shouldn’t have got her to such a low soul energy limit. 

Her golden blonde hair was dripping with sweat as she used some power to see what had absorbed so much power from her. The goddess eyes were blocked by the miasma of a dungeon it would take more power than she currently had in her depleted state to pears through it so she just looked on in angry as whoever had stolen her power was hidden from her view. As she was about to look away a pulse of demonic energy nocked her off her golden throne. 

Hevan shook with the rage of a goddess.