CHARACTER: Lion
Strength: 14 *substats unlockable after stat +16
Dexterity: 15 *substats unlockable after stat +16
Constitution: 14 *substats unlockable after stat +16
Intelligence: 14 *substats unlockable after stat +16
Wisdom: 14 *substats unlockable after stat +16
Charisma: 12 *substats unlockable after stat +16
Perception: 14 *substats unlockable after stat +16
Luck: 12 *substats unlockable after stat +16
Life: 42/48
Mana: locked
Spirit: locked
Ki: blocked
Skills: Precise Throw 1/5000*Combat
Multiple throws 7/1000*Combat
Tracking 423/1000*Common
Dim vision 729/1000*Common
Detect Magic 0/1000*Common
Level: 3; Exp: 1/10000
Job: locked up to level 10
"Title: the persistent *effect: when the character is fighting for more than 1 hour, he ignores fatigue and enters a state of special lucidity, giving a critical chance of +25%."
"Title: pest exterminator *effect: When the character kills more than 100 monsters of the same species, he will get 50% additional damage against the beings; when he kills more than 1000 monsters, he will get 100% damage; and when he kills more than 10,000 monsters, he will get 200% damage against the species. At the moment:
100% damage against giant rats
"Title: The One Who Grows Fast *effect: The character will receive double experience up to level 10.
"Title: King of the Colosseum *effect: You can equip the gladiator armor. The item will be retained after the completion of the tutorial.
With the experience of the goblins, I shouldn't have leveled up, especially since finishing off the wounded gave me much less experience. It was the feline that should have provided most of it. With a new determination, I continued moving forward.
The cave ascended, and the smell of blood and cat shit permeated the place more and more. When I reached a bend, I could hear a pitiful roar that bounced off the walls. It would be nice to think that I surprised the injured animal, but a beast is a beast, and its senses warned it of my presence long before I asked to see it. The initially narrow natural tunnel widened and gained height; three adult animals could now walk calmly through it, and to make things worse, different ledges could be seen a few meters above my head.
I only had time to see the red eyes that rushed towards me from the heights; my spear was torn from my hand by the weight of more than 200 kilos of the beast that fell with its jaws open on my shield.
I fell on my back. With all the weight on me crushing me, I barely reached the short sword that I had on my right side, and while the animal snapped its teeth and dug its claws into the shield until it went through, I tried to stab it as best I could. The animal pulled its claws, dragging me with the shield behind me as if I were a puppet, throwing myself to the side. I scratched my face, twisted my ankle, and landed as best I could with the destroyed shield still hanging from my arm, although I could exert little defense with it already...
I put the sword in front, trying to ward off the claws that were approaching with the desire to tear off my head. If it weren't for the gladiator's forearms, I would have left my right arm useless...
I was bleeding, and he had taken me by surprise. I took the dagger from my belt, ready to die fighting a dog fight. He jumped on me again. I managed to avoid part of his weight, but his teeth managed to pierce my shin guards, tearing my right leg. I managed to give him a slash with the short sword that severed his ear and cut through his jaw.
The reaction was violent, shaking me. I threw myself face down on the ground, dropping the short sword in the process. I was out of breath, but I could feel the handle of my spear beneath me. Not all bad luck was going to be on my side, right? I turned in time to raise it. This stuck under the creature's armpit, if felines had armpits, but with the weight of the feline and being resting on the ground my spear broke...
I was able to roll to the side, narrowly escaping the bite... With a spear stuck deep in my body, with all the wounds from its previous fight, with the amount of blood I must have lost, and the damned animal still chasing me, I wasn't there either. In my prime, bruised, with a torn leg, some broken ribs, and several cuts...
Armed now only with a dagger and the hand axe, I managed to get up in a small respite that the feline gave me. He charged forward to quickly finish me off with his teeth as the shield was not in the way, and he was unable to use his claws as he had one leg disabled.
The hand axe hit him in the mouth, in the teeth; the sound of broken teeth was heard as if plates had broken, but this did not stop him and he managed to bite me on the right shoulder. He did not release his grip and I noticed how they penetrated the teeth in the leather ponytail, in my skin, and in my flesh, and they touched my bone. I thought he was going to rip my arm off, so I started stabbing his head with the dagger. If you want to do the test, take a lamb's head and try to stick a knife into the bone part. No matter how hard it was, the wounds did not penetrate; they only tore the skin, sliding down the skull.
The animal rolled to crush me with its weight in the fall, but the spear or the 80 centimeters that remained of it not only sank deeper into its flesh but also left me the space to breathe and avoid the claw. It continued to destroy my shoulder with his jaw and his teeth, and in that space he could only stab the body briefly...
After seconds that seemed like forever of agonizing struggle, he loosened the grip on his teeth, and I continued stabbing, viciously, with the desire to survive.
The weight of the animal collapsed and I got out as best I could from under it, crawling, with an inhuman pain in my leg and in my shoulder... I tore some shreds of my clothes, bandaged my shoulder, and made a tourniquet on my leg. To stop the bleeding, splint your leg with one part of the spear to support it and use the other part as a cane...
"First aid skill has been created*common: 1/1000
What if there was still another feline, even if it was injured and was a baby? I picked up a dagger, sword, and axe, and with the help of my staff, I went up to what seemed to be a larger room or grotto, where a little light filtered in from a ledge above on the right...
On the ground, another calf lay, breathing heavily, its left lobe and cheekbone completely sunk by a blow from a blunt weapon. I approached the creature with the intention of unloading my axe, but it was dying. It would not recover, not with that wound, even though its parents dragged it here to save it... It was exhausting; it was not worth the effort.
The bones of multiple goblins lay everywhere, even the bones of other animals and unknown beasts. There was not much that could be used, just an ossuary among giant cat shit...
I looked out at the slope that led to the light...
"Congratulations to the player for being the first to discover the second exit of the dungeon. Do you want to continue with the next phase?"
Gritting my heart, I said, "I want to stay in the dungeon."
From the number of corpses and bones, and from the fact of the exit, it could be deduced that the felines had settled in this grotto some time ago, and that the encounter with the goblins was a regrettable accident for the latter...
I dragged my body down the cave after not finding anything in the cats' lair that was of use to me... Every time I came across the corpse of a goblin, I searched to see what it had. It was a moment to take a breath, and to enjoy the loot.
By the time I reached the goblin colony, I already had more things than my battered body could carry. The bleeding in my leg had stopped, but I felt weak... I took a closer look at the grotto. In some darker areas, large mushrooms with a trunk the size of an adult man grew, like a grove of mushrooms at least three meters high; they did not shine like the others, nor did I think that as fibrous as they were, they could be eaten. After checking that there were no living enemies in sight, I left the exploration of the entire cavern that continued narrowing behind the mushroom forest towards darkness...
Among the mushrooms in a small enclosure, is there some kind of sheep? With six legs, it chewed its cud and ate moss. Having solved the question of what the goblins would eat other than mushrooms, I approached the bonfire in the center of the village. On the fire in a crude clay pot, something like a stew that smelled of dung was cooking...
Hungry, tired and almost bleeding to death, I didn't feel disgusted despite the smell of a little stew from the six-legged sheep... I ate sitting down, and it didn't take me long to fall asleep like a log...