Approaching the giant, still trembling from the experienced possibility of death, Mark moved step by step. Convinced that the giant is definitely dead. He climbed onto the giant's body.

Putting his hand on the giant's body, he said "Inventory". Instantly, the giant's body was sucked into Mark's hand, and he fell to the ground, since even in the supine position the giant's body was one and a half meters in height.

After landing, he turned to the outer part of the forest and began to run frantically.

Starting to run cold on the back of Mark's head began to intensify. From the moment the sword was pointed at him for the first time, he felt that coldness for the first time, and with every second it grew stronger. When he devoured the giant's body. The cold completely covered Mark's head, beginning to feel it even more clearly on his neck.

Running like this for three minutes. He felt a sense of crisis that slowly pulsed before, and at one moment exploded screaming about the dangerous Mark.

At this, he desperately somersaulted forward.

Slash.

There was a sound of hitting the ground and the smell of cut grass that rose into the air surrounding Mark.

Looking back, Mark saw the sword sticking into the ground. He looked at Mark with blood in his eye, as if he had exterminated his entire family.

The sword rose and flew at Mark. To which he took out a short sword from the scabbard and began to parry it.

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Klang-ding-klang.

The sound of iron striking iron could be heard. Sparks were visible all over the area.

The sword itself hovered around Mark looking for an opportunity to strike. During the time while the sword fought with the giant, Mark noticed that the speed that he had seen earlier was already gone.

Now the sword just hovered around him. It was evident that when he entered the turn, he was trembling violently. Why did his turn become slower and slower.

As if reading the opponent's thoughts, the sword made a grinding sound and the wind began to circle around him. That level of coverage was no longer visible, now it was covered with an almost invisible layer of wind, no thicker than a sheet.

Realizing the desperation of the situation, Mark shouted "Bloody Horn". At this moment, a roar could be heard that came from Mark's body. And the beat of the heart, loud as a drum.

Long The sound of a metal collision was heard even louder.

The sword itself flew off, breaking through a couple of trees. Mark's situation was no better, his radius bone of the right hand came out. Looking very wrong.

Mark didn't care, his body was filled with adrenaline and he hardly felt any pain.

Seeing that only the hilt remained of the sword, which in the next moment fell apart in his hand. His heart was filled with fear.

In his eyes, everything began to happen in slow motion. The sword that flew ten meters away returned buzzing.

Seeing the plight of the situation is much worse than his. The sword accelerated, continuing to hum more and more.

Mark's life began to fly before his eyes. When he was born into a warm family, his attempt to leave in order to achieve something. His failures in everything except writing skills, thanks to which he was able to support himself.

At that moment, he heard a strange voice.

"So you're going to die like trash, or finally get up off your knees."

These words ignited a fire in Mark's heart. Having stopped thinking, and deciding to just act, he waved his clenched hand towards the sword, wanting to finally finally begin to truly believe that this is not just his story, but the real world. Full of life and meaning.

It was possible to notice how Mark's face lost its color at one moment, and a knife made entirely of blood appeared in his hand.

Klang. There was another sound of impact.

Iiiiiii

Immediately after, a squeak sounded when the sword, which no longer had strength, was intact, hovered, emitting a squeak full of pain, began to fall apart.

Mark at that moment was surprised to see what was happening.

There was surprise mixed with shock in his eyes.

But it didn't last long when the adrenaline stopped suppressing the pain. And his two broken hands began to announce their plight.

At that moment, he fell to his knees, gasping in pain he had never experienced before.

"Inventory"

He spoke with the last of his strength. The body of a giant fell before him.

Biting his cheek to the blood, so as not to lose consciousness, he uttered the last word with the last of his strength.

"Hunger"

In an instant, a stream of blood began to surround Mark. Fully immersing him in a cocoon.