In the aftermath of my epic showdown with the Shadow Prowler, I stood there, panting and drenched in what I hoped was mostly monster sweat (and not my own fear). With the adrenaline slowly ebbing away, I couldn't help but grin at the absurdity of it all. "Lucky, huh?" I muttered to myself, eyeing the hefty beast now lying motionless at my feet.
Do you wish to Loot [Yes/No]
As if on cue, the familiar glow of a system prompt materialized in front of me, offering the chance to loot my formidable foe. "Well, don't mind if I do," I said, clicking 'Yes' with a flick of my wrist that felt a bit too flamboyant for the situation.
You have acquired:
1x Shadow Prowler Pelt
1x Lv 1 Magic Crystal
2x Gold Coin
Two gold coins? From one monster? My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Talk about hitting the jackpot," I chuckled, the sound echoing eerily in the quiet forest.
But my self-congratulatory moment was cut short when the system decided to chime in with its two cents, explaining my unexpected windfall. The message was clear: my infinite luck was like a cosmic cheat code, turning every loot drop into a potential treasure trove.
"Heh, luckiest man alive, indeed," I quipped, though the humour was lost on the silent, digital interface of the system.
However, my moment of triumph was short-lived. A chilling crunch of underbrush behind me sent a jolt of fear down my spine. My heart thudded in my chest as I whipped around, only to be met with the imposing sight of the Alpha Shadow Prowler's mate, its eyes burning with a vengeful fire.
"Great, just my luck," I groaned, vaulting into the nearest tree with an agility I didn't know I possessed. From my precarious perch, I quickly appraised the new threat:
Name: Alpha Shadow Prowler
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Species: Enchanted Wolf
Level: 8
Health: 800/800
**Stats:**
- Vit: 80
- Str: 36
- Agi: 30
- Int: 18
**Skills:**
- Speed Surge: Increases agility by 5%.
- Moonlit Howl: Temporarily disorients the opponent, lowering their defence.
- Dark Bolt: Fires a bolt of dark lightning, causes 2secs of paralysis.}
"Fantastic," I muttered. "Out of the frying pan and into the fire."
What ensued was a frantic dance of dodges, leaps, and counterattacks. Each move was a desperate bid for survival, a testament to the unpredictable whims of fortune that seemed to guide my hand. The fight was a blur—a chaotic symphony of snarls, flashes of steel, and the crackle of dark magic.
When the dust settled, and the Alpha lay defeated, I was a mess of cuts, bruises, and sheer, unadulterated relief. "That was... something," I panted, half expecting a round of applause for my one-man circus act.
Eager to see the fruits of my labour (and perhaps a little masochistic), I prompted the system to show me the loot:
Do you wish to Loot [Yes/No]
With a shaky hand, I selected 'Yes', my anticipation building.
You have acquired:
1x Alpha Shadow Prowler Mate Pelt
1x Alpha Shadow Prowler Mate Teeth and Fangs
1x Lv 8 Magic Crystal
5x Gold Coins
"Not bad for a day's work," I said with a wry smile, pocketing the spoils of my near-death experience.
But the real kicker was the skill I acquired from the wolf—Dark Bolt. "Finally, some magical firepower," I mused, flexing my fingers in anticipation of the havoc I could wreak with such a spell.
With my victory came a significant boost in levels, stats, and, surprisingly, self-confidence. My status screen was a testament to my growth, a digital pat on the back that felt oddly comforting in the eerie silence of the forest:
Class: Fortuna Ciphra (Mythical)
Level: 6
Health: 1000/1000 (Regeneration: 100/min)
Mana: 690/690 (Regeneration: 69/min)
Experience (EXP): 0/700
**Stats**
- Vit: 100
- Str: 81
- Agi: 78
- Int: 69
- Def: 71
- Luck: ∞
- Cha: 17
- F.I: 5
**Skills:**
- Class Skills
Fatesiphon - LV MAX
Destiny Blade - LV MAX
Luck's Gaze - LV MAX
- General Skills
Speed Surge - LV1
**Items**
- Dominus Sortis (Soulbond)}
As I surveyed my new and improved stats, a sense of pride swelled within me. I had faced the abyss and come out swinging, armed with a new skill and a renewed sense of purpose.
"Time to beat a strategic retreat," I declared to no one, in particular, sheathing Dominus with a flourish. As I made my way out of the woods, my mind was abuzz with plans, strategies, and the thrilling uncertainty of what lay ahead.