The big creature was actually a grave rat, but it was rank E. It was a named monster shining in gold 'Tyrant of the Tombs'. Could it be like the unique monsters found in RPG's? Still, compared to the current me, a level 8 monster was far too strong.
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Name Tyrant of the Tombs
Status: Normal
Type: Grave Rodent
Rank: E
Level: 8/15
HP: 44/44
MP: 10/10
Attack: 20
Defense: 5
Agiliy: 10
Intelligence: 1
* Unique Skills
[Dash] [Gluttony] [Berserk]
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Every instinct was telling me that if we were to fight, I'd certainly get one shotted. I leaned back against the wall and tried to stay still while it was eating. However, after it finished eating the moss it turned to me with interest. It approached and started sniffing and tussling my body every which way. It even became interested in the dagger in my hand and tried to take it away.
'No way, I can't lose this dagger'
Without a dagger it would be very difficult to hunt. Just as I began to apply some power in my arms to resist, the Tyrant rat noticed and immediately tore off my entire arm.
Rawwrrr!
A roar never before made by a rat was heard in the narrow cave. He spat out my arm holding the dagger to the side and took a step back, preparing to dash towards me.
'Shit! I should have just given up on the dagger!' Bang!
Before I could get back on my feet, he rushed me and pinned my bones up against the wall. Thrashing around it tore off my remaining arm and legs, scattering them across the floor and squished me into the wall.
'Shit! I'll get my revenge!'
I was stuck in the wall, no limbs and hardly able to move. It took hours just to shuffle my way a few centimeters.
Rustle!
Finally, a few hours later I was able to pull out my body from the hole in the wall.
'What a rude guy, threw my limbs around, is it too much to ask to at least put them in a little pile?'
I began crawling slowly towards my bones scattered across the cave. I found a piece and tried to put it in its place and was happy to know it fused well. Going around I slowly gathered more pieces and limbs recovering some strength. I had realised that my HP had diminished significantly since I had lost some bones. After about 60 ~ 70 hours I finally found all the pieces and recovered my strength.
'Ughh… I'm feeling alright but my right arm and dagger…' My missing right arm and dagger were the biggest problem. I was left with only the one arm, two legs a shield and an old helmet.
I returned to the pile of bones where I had found my previous equipment, looking for a suitable weapon.
'What about this one?'
It was a broken femoral bone from a skeleton soldier which was most likely a deceased colleague of mine. I tried to sharpen it against the rock wall but it would always crumble and seemed to have very low durability. At the very least it was nowhere near as solid as iron.
'The Tomb Tyrant's attack power was 20 right? But I'm somehow still alive, was he just fooling around with me?'
My anger towards the big rat was rising and I really wanted to get my revenge.
I thought about trying to level up once. It might only be one level but I hoped something would happen if I hit maxed level.
I gathered some more moss and created the same trap, waiting. Eventually two grave rats took the bait and I made quick work of them, absorbing the experience. It felt like I had become more skilled after a few attempts.
[+11 experience points]
[+22 experience points]
[Level increased 4 ➢ 5]
[Level has reached Max]
[Evolution is now possible]
'Was evolution possible?'