When the blinding light disappeared, Hans felt…different.
His left claw grew back and he raised it to his face, he began opening and closing it before he nodded and lowered it.
Both of his claws were larger with serrated edges, his tail was longer and his stinger was a giant blade that was curved. He was also slightly larger than he was before and there was a splash of red on his claws.
“And I’m finally not covered in blood!” Hans yells. “I also feel much stronger than before…Although that may have to do with the fact that I’m not missing a claw or injured.” He mutters.
He then took up reading the notifications that were appearing.
You have gained the skill [Sneak - Lv. 1]!
[Sneak - Lv. 1]
Decrease detection when crouching, walking slowly, or standing in the shadows.
...
You have gained skill [Danger Sense - Lv. 1]
[Danger Sense - Lv. 1]
Allows you to sense danger.
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Congrats, [Poison Sting - Lv. MAX] has become [Venom Slash - Lv. 1]
[Venom Slash - Lv. 1]
Coated your blade with venom and slash at your enemy.
...
Congrats! You have evolved from [Common Lesser Sand Scorpion] to [Venomous Desert Scorpion]!
Hans glanced at the headless corpse of the snake he killed, smacked it, and proceeded to crawl back to his home, greeting the crystal embryo on his way.
However, when he got into the hole, he found that there was a problem.
The hole was a bit too small for him as his tail poked out of the hole, and he couldn’t turn at all.
“Well, this is a bit cramp for my taste, so I guess it’s time for some home fucking renovation now,” Hans said, he sharpen his claw against each other and began digging.
Name
Hans
Specie
[Venomous Desert Scorpion] Stats Strength 50 Endurance 65 Dexterity 19 Agility 30 Spirit 23 Wisdom 18
Skills:
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[Venom Slash - Lv. 2] [Mole’s Senses - Lv. 3] [Grapple - Lv. 7] Pain Resistance - Lv. 2] [Heat Resistance - Lv. 5] [Crush - Lv. 1] [Acid Resistance - Lv. 5] [Sneak - Lv. 1] [Danger Sense - Lv. 1]
Hans backed up and admired his handiwork.
The entrance of the hole was lengthened to allow him to fit through and enter the hole. The crystal embryo hung above it and illuminated the inside of the hole.
He placed it there and he also never wanted to remember what he just saw when he dug up the crystal.
Nor would he ever talk about it as he lives.
If you look inside, you would find that the floor was lowered, and there were several small tables and chairs as well just because he wanted some furniture and they were nice to look at.
And he made a bed as well. Although said the bed was just a shallowly dug hole that he planned on filling with something…Soft.
On the wall, there was a poorly made carving of him heroically smacking the snake, preventing the foul reptile from stealing his home.
Said the reptile was now rotting and being eaten by flies.
The corpse can barely be recognized as a snake after he smacks it some more times, just to add more insult.
The renovation took about two days with nonstop digging to complete and so he was damn proud of it.
“Although, all that nonstop digging made me quite hungry,” Hans mutters, he looks at the snake corpse deep in thought before he shakes his head.
“Yeah, no, I’m not eating that.”
With him having no extra food in storage since it seem that the fucking snake ate all of it and him feeling peckish, it would seem he would have to go hunting.
And so he did.
At least not before smacking the snake's rotting corpse one more time.
He crawled outside and found a rat, killed it, ate half of it, dug a hole, filled it with sand and rock, and proceeded to patiently wait for anything to come nearby.
After waiting for about thirty minutes, Hans killed two mice and began dragging them back to his home, using his stinger to carry them, well he was going to do that before he noticed something sneaking up before him.
Hans turned and saw a juvenile jackal that looked like a toddler caught with its hands in the cookie jar as it paused mid-step. It also looked very familiar.
He went through his memories and remembered a young jackal walking away with a rat that he had tossed to it.
”Oh, it’s you,” Hans said. “What do you want? That half-eaten rat?” He picks up the corpse and walks toward the jackal, who backed up when he gets to it and held up the dead rat in front of it.
The jackal stopped backing away and stared at the dead rat longingly but did not come any closer to him and let out a soft whimper. All while staring at him with those eyes.
This was way too much for his stone-cold heart to handle.
“Alright, look I’m in a good mood today so I’ll drop this rat on the ground and back away for you to eat,” He said. “However, you better not start dropping fucking sonic booms on me like your relatives.”
Hans dropped the dead rat and backed away.
The young jackal looks at him cautiously before grabbing the dead rat with its mouth and running off.
He didn’t do anything and just watched as it walked off in the distance. “Well, that was adorable,” Hans said, right before he saw a snake out in the sun, staring at him.
Hans immediately rushed to kill it, before it could attempt to steal homes and keep people’s limbs off.
“Today is a bad day for you, mother fucker!”
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The Acid Spitter is well known for two things. Their ability to spit acid, and their tendency to steal other creatures’ burrows. It does not matter if the owner can kill without effort, if an acid spits like their new stolen caves, they will fight to the death just to keep it. The people of Nephele will often refer to invaders by the name of this snake.
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Hans crawled into his home, now carrying a dead snake, and dumped it and the dead mice into a shallow hole. He did note that the previous acid spitter as SYSTEM called it, was gone but he didn’t care much about it.
He nibbles on one of the dead mice as he just relaxes.
“Ahh, maybe I should just laze around today,” Hans said thoughtfully. “After all, in the past few days, all I did was hunt and dig.” He sighs content and nibbles more of the mice.
Although this would be even better if he could taste anything. Though now that he thinks about it, he would be better off without being able to taste anything.
After all, he didn’t think rats and mice would taste any good.
But that didn’t matter, what mattered was that he was just relaxing. No snake trying to steal his home, no giant fuck off lizard, no giant rat attacking him.
Today was quiet and nothing happened.
Now if only he had a real, comfy bed where he could rest his wearily head-on.