"I only see one tail that's slightly thicker," Alan responded.
"Look closer," System stated while pointing.
"Who would paint a dashed line on a tiger's tail?" Alan spoke while pulling on his hair.
"Each dash represents killing a hundred enemies at least twice its own strength, and every dash doubles it's power after it's gained," System gave a biology lesson on the twin tail mist tiger, "*gasp* That twin tail mist tiger has ninety-nine dashes on it's tail. Once it reaches one hundred dashes it's tail will split into two, and it will become a king mist tiger with ten times more martial power, and be impossible for you to defeat at your skill level. The hundredth dash is already starting to form, Master Alan. You have to end this battle quickly!"
"I quit," Alan spoke while dropping his ax, "I give up."
"Don't give up, Master Alan. There's still a chance. It's one in a billion billion billion, and no one else has ever survived an attack from a twin tail mist tiger, but I believe in you," System cheered.
"No," Alan shook his head, "Math doesn't lie in any world. Do you even understand exponential growth? Two to the power of one hundred is a thirty one digit number. Every second of every minute a voice inside my head tells me every detail about myself. Skill levels. Martial Power. Injury percentages. Blood loss amounts. There's even a number for how many different women I've slept with, and how long until I need to piss. I never wanted to live under a microscope!"
"The twin tail mist tiger's killing method makes all the tortures of the twenty-seven levels of hell feel like paradise," System warned, "A king mist tiger makes a twin tail mist tiger--"
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!," Alan screamed while covering his ears, "Stop planting flags."
"look like a kitten," System finished speaking.
At the same millisecond the hundredth dash fully formed, and the twin tail mist tiger's tail started to split apart. One hundred fifty mile per hour winds were produced by the tails splitting apart, pushing Alan and the other mist tigers back five hundred feet.
"Master Alan, you need to attack now," System warned, "Martial ascension weakens the body while progressing. *Ding* Congratulations on your martial system purchase of Quick Step - Novice Mastery - level one: your feet move five percent faster, and you use five percent less energy while running."
"Now is the time to run away," Alan shouted loudly while running.
Alan's body glowed green with the martial skill of force displacement, because he reduced gravitational force and increased electromagnetic force inside his body with the martial skill. The moment System smashed the Quick Step martial skill on Alan's head, Two things happened: Alan screamed in pain from receiving another head injury, and the old limit on his running speed vanished. Increased electrical impulses in the nervous system from raising his electromagnetic levels boosted muscle strength and cognitive ability and cognitive speed by ten percent.
"Ow. Ow. Ow," Alan kept chanting while running.
"No pain, no gain," System spoke with his sage-like tone.
"Why can't you grant martial skills in a less painful way? You chun chun. That's your name now, Chun Chun" Alan told System.
"You can't change my name. There are slower methods of refining martial skills that offer greater benefits, but you didn't ask. Activating the martial system's abilities without stating the preferred methods will result in the martial system executing the fastest way possible, not most efficiently," Chun Chun responded.
"You are Chun Chun, little frog," Alan teased Chun Chun, "You are the chunibyo of chunibyos, Chun Chun."
"Now I'm getting a head ache," Chun Chun complained while massaging his temples, "Where are you trying to run to?"
The smell of wet ink and paper permeated the air as they crested over the mountain peak. An endless sea of wasted texts lay before them.
"What is this monstrous place?"
"This is the place where all information great and mostly lesser goes to die, The Info Dump," Alan responded as an ominous gong rang from nowhere.
"There's so much written here," Chun Chun spoke while reading a fifty mile long scroll he picked up, "The complete thousand year history of all the molecules in a glass of water drunk by a cat owned by the maid of the assistant of the general of the first clan leader of the Fifty Five Thousand Five Hundred Fifty Five Fists Clan."
"Don't read any text in the Info Dump too closely. Don't waste countless hours of your life for information that'll come back a hundred times over. Skim over everything as fast as you can," Alan warned Chun Chun.
"Why are you skipping, instead of running?" Chun Chun asked.
"Running through the entire Info Dump will leave me exhausted and dead inside. The fastest way to get through it is by skipping as fast as possible," Alan answered while putting all children's hopscotch skills to shame with his foot work.
"I'm so tired, yet I want to talk anything and everything for hours," Chun Chun spoke lethargically while yawning.
"It's this damn Info Dump," Alan responded, "It sucks the energy out of you. We'll die if we don't get to the end of it."
"Look at this," Chun Chun spoke while holding up a book, "It's an original Master Chef brand cookbook with a recipe for calming tea on the back side of the cover. The only other surviving book of this kind in existence had it's cover ripped off by an unknown person during an auction at the infamous Twelve Treasures Pavilion."
"I can see the end of the Info Dump," Alan panted while skipping.
"There's no way that King Mist Tiger will find you now, Master Alan."
"I was so close," Alan fell on his knees while sobbing, "So so close."
"What, Master Alan?"
Alan stared at Chun Chun with hate filled eyes as the king mist tiger roared.