Name: Able Drake STR: 9 INT: 20 Race: Homeo-sapien AGI: 5 CHA: 9 Contracts: *Erebus* *Bob* VIT: 5 LCK: 21 Hp 350/350 5/s END: 7 Skill point(s) : 0 Mp 400/400 17/s WIS: 17 Essence: 753

Skills: Inspect E lvl 4 79%/100%.

Begginer QCQ E lvl 3 69%/100%.

- Novice Golaith style C lvl 2 92%/100%.

Drake training B+ lvl 1 3%/100%.

Inspector's record E lvl 0%/100%.

Mana weaver A+ lvl 6 35%/100.

Arcane Throwing B lvl 4 59%/100.

Arcane swordmanship B lvl 8 87%/100%.

- Gliding arcana B lvl 5 79%/100%

- Arcane smite B lvl 1 61%/100%

Arcane skining C lvl 6 37%/100%

Talented blacksmithing C lvl 1 0%/100%

Talented carpentry C lvl 1 35%/100%

I walked across the floor, towards the 2nd floor. Wondering why I didn't have the essence I was supposed to have, I didn't really care. All I saw in the library was that Essence could be used for feeding your beasts, and that some people deal in it as a currency. So it's almost intrinsicly worthless, so it isn't important. I wanted to get some nice exp for my great dintyle army, and a better title for my self, still wondering where I could see them though. Maybe I could change it in the settings, eh who cares? I have a good memory anyways.

An army of dintyles ganging up on one dintyle getting small wounds, then getting healed by the great bob. But bob didn't have a lot of mana for healing, maybe I should make another dintyle have a healing skill. I turned of my auto looting and let the horde, or group eat their own kind.

They didn't seem to mind being cannibals, they had to get food one way in the dungeon, there are only dintyles in this dungeon's 1st floor afterall. I yawned, I made a frown after that. I am was tired, it is so annoying. I was getting bored and I went somewhere else, I just let Erebus get bob some leader kills. I just wanted to do some fun shit, punching dintyles will be so fun.

I haven't equiped my stuff cause I don't think I need it, I even found one quickly. Just do the goliath style, and punch. The head of the dintyle exploded into a bloody mush, like it should when I have like 20-ish STR. I didn't even try to get something like a hide out of it, it was fucking drenched in blood. This was no problem for me, I was going to take things from rank 2 beasts. But first I need a horde of them, hence I am grinding Bob's levels. And there is a big problem, there is no good record of how evolution works, all I know is that when beasts evolve they will get better stats and I can chose how those stats are distributed.

I should get some trash beast to try it out, but that's something I'll do it later. Now it is time to kill some weird squirrels, I saw another one over there. One punch in the head and death is inevitable, Is that another one, another one bites the dust, and another one.

Then I realized that I was far away from Hemdal, but I didn't really care. And I continued, nothing bad could happen.

For an intire hour I was having fun killing stuff, I was tired but that didn't matter really. There was a rare intersection with 4 paths to go, I just chose the rightest one.

After another hour I chose to go back to the intersection and go another path.

Then in half-an-hour later I saw a dintyle in the intersection, I was kind of getting used to this and I was planning to kill them in more interesting ways. But not yet, I ran at it and punched at it. and as usual, it exploded into a lot of small pieces. Wait a minute, it usually becomes a red mush and a red mist. I chose to look at the corpse to see what was different with this beast, it was bigger and its form was a bit different. I came to a conclusion after 3 seconds, it was a variant focused on endurance and size.

Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author.

Before I realized I was laying on the ground, why was I lying on the ground? I don't know, what was that red stuff that was encroaching on my vision? Probably blood, wait blood? yes blood, why did I feel pain in my left leg? I looked at it without moving my head, and there was the anwser. A white beast was nibling on my leg but couldn't do much due me having a high END, but it was still bleeding. Wait bleeding?

Shit, shit, shit. I ain't dying today, I tried to kick it but it was in to much pain to do anything. What could I do without moving my body? Call Erebus for help, I tried to connect but the pain was making it unreliable, whenever I did send out calls for help, it fell on deaf ears. Calling for help won't work, so what the fuck do I need to do?! At that moment the beast walked to my head and was going to bite out my eye, I couldn't let that happen! regrowing an eye is super expensive! Shit, shit,shit. Mana come on, don't fail me now. I brought it to my face, but I lost control of it and blasted infront of my face. The recoil pushed me 0.1 m away.

The beast was blasted away, damaged but not dead. I started to move my fingers while in a lot of pain, I looked around and saw multiple white beasts surrounding me. Don't I have a high luck stat? I opened my status, yea its 21. I also noticed that goliath style had deactivated. While I was doing that I again the white beast walked over, it seemed to be far stronger then the variant that I killed in one punch, and also stupid, very stupid. It once again came close, and not wanting to lose my eyes, I once again in a panic force as much mana possible. And propeled it at the white beast in the form of a bolt, at least as best a bolt I could make in my pain, to be honest it was more of a slightly deformed non smooth ball a bit sharper directed at the beast.

When the deformed ball hit the beast's front right leg, it was detached. I made another one to kill it quickly, while doing that I tried to move my hands, and it hurt so fucking much. Due to the pain I again I lost control of my mana and a blast of mana blasted out of my back giving me that nice recoil, pushing me back on the stone floor, making me bleed even more. At least it happened on my chest thus my ribs helped me not fucking die, I again shot out a bolt. But it missed, the mental strain was catching up to me and my mana was running dry. I needed to stand up and use golaith style to fight back, again trying to standup, forcing myself through the pain, clenching my teeth.

Another beast ran at me and I used another bolt to, this time kill it instantly, I hit it directly on the head. That was enough to stop these beasts from rushing at me, giving me time to standup. While I was able to stand up by firing a couple more bolts at the beasts, I was hunched. At least I was able to get my stat boost, time to show how good of a chiropractor I am. I punched my back to get it back in place, believing in my high luck stat. And wow, it worked way better than expected. Luck is so nice to have, my back went into a good and healthy form. This is so weird, but cool.

I had stoped standing in a hunched form, and I got my stats up. I was going to punch the beast with 3 legs, but another beast attacked me from behind, and made a gash on my back. In the heat of the moment I threw another mana bolt at the white beast that made the gash, it died instantly like the others. And the mental strain increased and I no longer had any mana I could use, I was consumed by my emotions. I ran at the beast with only 3 legs, and kicked it killing it instantly. I made a smile, adrenaline in my veins. I felt energetic ready to fight all of them, and I did in a moment of irrationality.

I threw myself into the group encircling me, they all kicked into action. Running at me with great blood lust, I took out a couple throwing knives out of my ring and threw them at the five of them at the white beasts. Two of them were bullseyes two of them were in another place stoping the beasts in their tracks, and the last one hit in the chestal area. Five beasts were out of commision for as least 10 seconds, with two killed there were Three beasts left to kill.

One rushed me down, another leaped at me and the last one was looking at me from behind them all, it looked a bit bigger then the others. But I wasn't complaining, 2 v 1 is better for me then a 3 v 1. I got myself in a good position and punched the beast that leaped at me, then after 3 seconds the one rushing at me was in my attack range so I kicked it square in the face. Both died, they became red stains on my boot and the walls or floors.

Then I jumped back to kill the beasts disabled on the floor, I jabbed the three heads of the white beasts and killed them instantly. Then I looked back at the white beast that was bigger than the others, it was running away, I couldn't have that could I?

I again leaped at the beast, I had started lauging in a crazed manner without realizing it. When the beast looked at me while running it had slowed down, giving me a chance to catch up. I kicked the beasts back left leg, it didn't detach to my chagrin, bit it wasn't able to move at least. I then kicked it's other back leg, this time expecting it to detach, but it didn't. I was angered at this blatent disregard at my might, and I kicked the left front leg of the beast. Again it didn't detach, but I saw bone coming out of the broken leg. In an action I thought of as completely a reasonable at in the moment, I kicked the last leg. It didn't get ripped of, only broken. Enraged at not taking detaching the limb, I set my foot above the beast's head, readying my legs to stomp on its head and quickly and painlessly end its miserable life.

But before that I got back to my senses, I realized that my body was exhausted and over used, mental strain is fucking terrifying. I was in so much pain, I felt like I would go unconsious at any moment. But I could go against it, first I should call over Erebus and Bob {Both of you! Get over here now! Oh, and you can let bob's followers escort Hemdal if you want.} Having made certain that my protection will arive, I was going to make a make-shift bandage with the corpses. But I almost forgot something, a disabled white colored beast on the floor doing it's best to run away.