It was a blessing he could not see the way he looked like a skeleton, an undead summoned by a novice necromancer.
There was meat in random places on his bones — making him look like a chicken with countable feathers.
From the forty-six times he'd died, he also killed some — through sheer luck. But he could feel himself getting stronger with each death he endured.
[Master...you have to find a way out, you have to.]
But Levi wasn't focused on that, he knew getting out of here conventionally was next to impossible. Something told him he had to beat the snot out of these monsters.
There were giant spiders too now, giant everything but he couldn't care less about the details. One thing was for certain, he had to fight through it all.
The carcases of those he killed caught his attention. Getting there would be a hustle and he knew it. Levi had an idea, getting the pincers and making them into weapons would make his chances soar.
"If this is what it means to have doting parents, then I'm kinda glad I was abandoned?" He mumbled to himself.
Of course he didn't mean that. Levi longed for the love of a parent. Being abandoned in both lives made this simple dream almost unattainable.
The urges to kill made him wonder whether it was a cry for help, some kind of compensation for feeling unlovable.
[Sorry to break your train of thought master, but we have a lot on our hands. Pondering about the past isn't going to save you here.]
"Maybe not, but I have to understand myself if I hope to save my soul." He chuckled at the words of wisdom that surprised even him. "Admit it, that was good!"
The system simply snorted and said nothing. It couldn't get over how conceited he carried himself when not so long ago he was ready to piss his pants.
The system didn't understand the lengths humans, albeit Levi was no longer one, would go through just to survive.
[...]
It didn't take long before his skin was completely attached to his muscles and bones and he felt like a person again.
Using his smaller body he took the system's advice. Pondering about the past wouldn't help him at the current moment so he attempted to run through the hoard.
Levi pushed through while dodging the attacks. Two stingers came in different directions, instead of stopping like the last time he kept going.
Right at the last minute, right when the two stingers were about to crash into each other forcing him to stop. He managed to grab them with both of his arms, yanking them out of their bodies.
'Great, I won't have to go there. I can just stand my ground here and fight.'
The two stingers soar into the air. He quickly held himself into a fighting stance or at least what he thought was a fighting stance. His left arm was behind him as the stinger fell comfortably on his hand.
He held the other in front of him and smirked.
[Master, tone down the arrogance a b...]
But the advice fell on deaf ears. He was laughing as he attacked the creatures, using their own stingers against them.
Their bodies were armoured but the things he held were like weapons, daggers that could dig deeper into their hard to pierce exoskeletons. He was feeling overconfident because he could hurt and kill them too.
It hadn't been a minute since he had weapons in his hands and he was already drowning in deep crimson liquid. He had his eyes closed, casually flashing his teeth to show that he was still there in this vast darkness.
Levi figured he didn't need to see since the creatures because they were everywhere he turned. He just needed to stab in front, the sides and to his backside.
Besides, he had less time to be wiping their liquids every time. Although he wished he could because the blood stung entering his fresh scratches that he initially didn't pay attention to.
"Fuc—"
A stinger came zooming and dug deeper, shuttering his collar bone. The boy didn't wince, scream or cry. But his complaint was cut short, losing just a second of focus meant getting injured or worse, dead.
He immediately separated the tail and the stinger using his makeshift daggers, leaving some fragments within his body.
Just one couldn't hope to do him in, he'd died many times. The tolerance he'd built up was very impressive.
"You're all dead." He said in a low tone causing a little bit of blood to enter his mouth. "Tastes like shit." He spat it back out.
The hoard was dwindling by the minute and some were starting to be fearful of the child in front of them. Only the absolutely stubborn ones were still attacking.
A loud deafening roar sounded and Levi imitated it running straight for the animal that thought it could scare him with that pathetic excuse for a roar.
As he ran he had his eyes open. The creature looked like a bear, if only it was double its normal size. That didn't make him stop with fear, instead excitement made his heart beat steadily.
All he could think about was its hide, he could finally make himself something to wear. Levi was almost in tears as he thought about it.
His boyhood was stupidly bigger for his age. He had to remind himself that he was no longer human and maybe that's how gifted his worldly race was.
The tiny body shot up through the dark heavens. The bear was left on the ground trying to sense where its prey disappeared to when Levi landed on the head with two of his daggers digging inside and caving the skull.
It only had one cry within it before it fell on the floor with a deafening thud...dead.
"That was surprisingly easy..." He trailed off feeling a little bit lightheaded.
A sharp pain shot through his entire body, when he looked down at his chest Levi was surprised at the deep gash covered in blood.
The wound went across his chest and stomach.
"What the?"