Crimson sun hung in the sky, casting a crimson hue over the forest. The air was heavy with an unknown pressure, and the forest was eerily quiet. Unaware of the discussion between the two siblings, Damon appeared in one of the low-level forbidden zones within Lilith's vast domain.
Despite the unsettling atmosphere, Damon strived to remain calm and level-headed. He couldn't afford to become panicky, as it would only hinder his ability to cope with whatever situation he might encounter next. The rising tension within him was a natural response, but he worked to temper it, knowing that keeping his wits about him was crucial in this perilous environment.
Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in Damon's mind – it was his mother, Lilith.
[Son, you are now in one of the many forbidden zones within my territory. This is a low-level one. A quick reminder, monsters are ranked from Grade 1 to Grade 7, with each grade divided into low, middle, and high levels, except for Grade 7, which are ancient beasts.
I didn't give you any weapons because I believe your body is the best weapon. This training is to help you learn and understand your own abilities. As I mentioned previously, your untamed potential is around middle rank. Your goal here is to conquer this forbidden realm. The strongest monster is around middle Grade 3. Do not underestimate them, as you currently cannot use magic.
I wish you the best of luck, my son, and I hope you will entertain me with your struggle and growth.]
Lilith's voice faded, leaving Damon rubbing his forehead, contemplating the information she had imparted.
"Unlike some clichéd protagonist with a golden finger that detects everything, my situation is quite different. You see, I have a rather unique arrangement - a sugar momma, if you will. And as for my body, well, let's just say it has boundless potential, even if I do say so myself."
Damon stretched, feeling the endless power coursing through every fiber of his being. A body with limitless potential, just waiting to be explored. Determined to put it to good use, he decided to get in a quick workout - 50 push-ups, 50 squats, and 100 more push-ups. He could already feel the strength building with each rep.
Damon accomplished the entire regimen in half an hour without breaking a sweat, a testament to his impressive stamina. Satisfied with his physical capabilities, he kicked and punched the air, recalling the half-hearted martial arts training he had undertaken back on Earth.
With his body's potential confirmed, Damon decided to venture deeper into the ominous forest.
Time seemed to fly by as Damon pressed deeper into the ominous forest, yet he had not encountered any monsters or even the smallest animal. He began to wonder what he would eat if he became hungry - perhaps he could resort to consuming the flesh of any monsters he might come across.
As he walked, Damon took the time to observe his surroundings. Despite the crimson sun hanging in the sky, the forest remained cloaked in darkness. Yet, to his surprise, he found that he had no trouble seeing clearly - an apparent perk of his enhanced physicality. Everywhere he looked, towering, gnarled trees stretched towards the heavens, their thick foliage blocking out much of the sunlight from reaching the forest floor.
Damon pressed on for several more minutes when suddenly, he heard a distinct sound - the snap of a twig breaking.
Snap!
Emerging from the thick foliage beyond, a massive creature materialized. It was a tiger, but unlike any ordinary feline - its fur was a vibrant red, streaked with bold white stripes. Standing nearly a head taller than a normal adult tiger, this colossal predator fixed Damon with eyes black as glass.
Growl!
The towering beast known as a Beowulf Tiger, released a guttural growl, eyeing the man as a hunter stalking its prey. However, the monster seemed taken aback by Damon's reaction, or rather, lack thereof. Instead of the typical fearful response one might expect when confronted by a dangerous, middle-Grade 1 monster, Damon's golden eyes remained eerily calm and composed. The Beowulf Tiger had no idea that when facing a crisis, this man had a remarkable tendency to remain collected, searching for any possible means of escape, formulating plan.
Having made his decision, Damon sprung into action - as the formidable man he was. Focusing his strength in his toes, his body shot forward with the speed of an arrow, catching the Beowulf Tiger by surprise. But the massive predator quickly recovered, lifting its massive, clawed paw in an attempt to cleave the daring man in two.
Damon reached the beast in an instant, covering the five-meter distance in the blink of an eye. He then slide under the monster, passing swiftly through its belly. Clenching his hand and channeling his full strength, Damon delivered a powerful, violent punch directly to the tiger's unprotected abdomen.
Pow!
The blow was devastatingly forceful, causing the Beowulf Tiger's body to jerk upwards as it released a pained growl. The sheer impact of Damon's fist had rattled the monster's insides, momentarily delaying its reaction. Seizing the opportunity, Damon emerged on the other side and swiftly grabbed the tiger's thick, powerful tail.
"Heavy-ho!"
With a mighty heave, Damon hurled the massive beast flying through the air.
Swoosh!
Bang!
The Beowulf Tiger was slammed violently against a towering tree in the distance, the impact leaving it disoriented and dazed.