After telling himself that the finger wasn't so bad and biting down on said goblin finger, Ackster forced himself not to taste or feel what was inside his mouth. However, he couldn't ignore the crunching feeling as he bit down hard enough to crack the fingerbone.
Ackster was a little surprised that he broke the goblin's finger that easily. Maybe it had withered or decayed and become more fragile over the last few days. If the poison goblin had been that weak when he fought it, Ackster wouldn't even have been scratched, much less get an arm broken.
Since he had expected hard bone to chew on and struggle to digest to help him get Iron Stomach, Ackster wasn't sure if he was disappointed or not.
The fingers would go down a lot easier if he could crunch on them like crackers, but he wasn't sure they would be enough to help him get Iron Stomach if they were like that. He could only hope earring the poison he felt begin to tingle his tongue would be enough.
Ackster snapped himself out of his musings. He was supposed to be training right now. Reflecting on how effective his choices were would come after he had suffered through the consequences.
Now, it was time for the second part of the Poison Resistance training. Or rather, the training that made use of the Poison Resistance Training.
Since the poison goblin's poison induced fever, hysteria and robbed him of his balance, and stuff like that, Ackster would get a perfect opportunity to not only train his body's tolerance to poison but also to train the effectiveness of his mind while affected by debuffs.
Even if he ranked up his Poison Resistance, Ackster would surely encounter situations where he wouldn't be able to think straight for some reason or another. There was probably a limit to what he could do to train and prepare for such situations.
If he lost his sense of balance, he lost his sense of balance. Training wouldn't change that.
But it could help him handle it and deal with it once it happened. If he were used to the feeling, Ackster could train how to move his body, even when it felt like his arms and legs had switched controls.
The goblin's poison also made it hard for him to think straight. So, by doing math problems and solving riddles while enduring its effects, Ackster could train and sharpen his mind so that he wouldn't be as incapacitated in similar situations in the future.
At least, that was the theory behind the training Ackster put himself through. He would have to determine how effective it had been after he finished eating all the goblin fingers, one at a time.
But at the moment, Ackster was busy enough enduring the effects of a single finger, so that would have to wait.
The world was spinning around him so quickly that he didn't even think he could find the next finger.
However, Ackster was still lucid enough to continue chewing the leathery goblin finger in his mouth.
He wouldn't get the Iron Stomach skill if his stomach didn't have to work, after all. He had to swallow the finger even to try and get the skill.
Fortunately, the feverish nausea and vertigo from the poison had already taken over his senses. Ackster didn't have to force himself not to think about the taste of the finger since the finger was paradoxically enough doing it for him.
Now, it just felt like he was chewing on mealy chewing gum while strapped to a spinning hamster wheel. It definitely wasn't the most comfortable sensation.
It was horrible, actually. But it could have been worse.
And that was exactly why Ackster wasn't satisfied.
He had plopped down on the ground as soon as the poison started taking effect and robbing him of his balance. If that happened in a fight or a situation where Ackster's life was threatened, he would die.
So, to prevent anything like that from ever happening, Ackster stood up, and the hamster wheel added a couple of directions to its spinning in response. So, Ackster had to hold onto a nearby tree to get up on his feet.
It was just that the tree sometimes was right in front of his nose, and other times, it was several strides away. It didn't help that it bent and twisted following Ackster's gaze and when he tried to grab it.
The goblin's poison would have been a socially dangerous hallucinogenic drug if it weren't for the splitting headache and the feeling of his throat and tongue swelling and squeezing on his airways.
Ackster briefly wondered if he had bitten off more than he could chew as he felt his swimming vision fade as a few black spots appeared here and there. He didn't think even spartans killed themselves during their first training session.
Ackster wasn't even sure whether he was standing or lying down at this point or whether he was breathing or not. Everything he saw, felt, heard, touched, tasted, and smelled blended together in the mixer someone had shoved inside his head and turned to max volume.
Ackster thought he would handle eating an entire finger for two reasons. One, he had been scratched by multiple claws when he had first experienced the goblin's poison. Two, he had acquired Poison Resistance, and it had ranked up once from G to F. So, even if he took an entire finger's dose, he should still be fine.
However, the fading consciousness, despite the loud whirring sound, told Ackster that he had been wrong. He had been very wrong.
Eating an entire poison goblin's poison finger and all its poison might have been a little too much, even for Ackster's desperately spartan training plan. And by little, Ackster meant a fuckton too much.
He hadn't merely bitten off more than he could chew. He had bitten off more than he could bite.
Ackster lost consciousness without even being able to blame himself for letting his desperation for survival and more strength force him to make unsafe decisions.