Since the warthogs were now two, Damon no longer had to stay away from so he wouldn't trigger his monster aggro curse. He could handle two of them at the same time. Damon checked out his stats one more time before making his move.
{Player: The Dark One
Level: 0
EXP: 0/100 {FROZEN}
BP: 50/2000
MP: 550
HP: 250
Magic Attack Power: 15
Physical Attack Power: 71
Attack Speed: 150
Movement Speed: 200}
The instant he entered within 30m of the warthogs, they turned to him, their eyes red with fury. With intense speed, they hurried to Damon. His defense was low, an attack of 5 points can break through and his HP would get affected.
Immediately the first beast emerged in front of Damon, he balled his hands into a tight fist and sent it towards the beast's head.
Bohw!!
A loud sound could be heard from the impact. The beast was sent flying to a rock with a red figure floating above it's head.
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That was a terrifying power for a level 0 player to have. Even without a weapon, Damon could rely on his physical attack power to fight. The second one charged with smoke escaping its nose, obviously aggravated. It's temper was short lived.
Damon gathered strength in his right leg and just when the beast entered range, he delivered a powerful kick to its belly from its side. It was sent flying just like the first toward the rock it was previously resting on. The rock shattered when the warthog crashed on it.
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"That's a problem," Damon said, noticing his kick didn't deliver as much damage as his punch. "Get back," he kicked the first warthog that came rushing at him . "Can't you see I'm thinking?" Damon bowed his head, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Both Warthogs rushed at Damon simultaneously, but they were no match for his reaction speed. As soon as they got within 10 meters, Damon opened his eyes and balled both fists. He watched them leap into the air to attack him. With the speed of a blur, He raised his fists and punched the one on his left with his right hand and the one on his right with his left hand.
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In less than a minute, Damon had drained more than half of a level 5 Beast's HP. He didn't wait for the Warthogs to attack him. The moved to the one on his left the instant he saw the floating red figure above its head. Before the beast could make sense of what sent it flying backwards, a heavy punch descended on its head.
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-DEAD-
The last warthog charged at Damon from behind, but at the last second, Damon took a step to the right, causing the beast to miss its aim by 10 centimeters. It's tusks penetrated the bark of the tree it charged into. Damon didn't wait for it to pull them out before sending both fists down with thunderous blows.
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-DEAD-
"That's 15 pounds. 35 to go," Damon sighed. 'Who knew hunting without a weapon could be so fun?' he thought.
Damon's thoughts drifted to Kev and his team. He doubted they were faring any better. In fact, with their reckless attitude, they were probably attracting every predator in the forest.
"Let them burn themselves out," Damon muttered, a wry smile on his face as he prepared to bait his next target.
Back at the village, Old Man Hano watched the sun dip lower in the sky, his rocking chair creaking softly. A few curious players lingered nearby, eager to see who would complete the mission first.
"It's been ten minutes," one of them said. "Think they'll even make it back?"
Hano chuckled. "That green-haired fool might, if he doesn't get himself killed. As for the other boy…"
The old man trailed off, his gaze fixed on the forest path. To his surprise, a figure emerged from the shadows, a large burlap sack slung over his shoulder. Damon, panting but triumphant, dropped the sack at Hano's feet.
"Fifty pounds," he said simply
The old man inspected the contents, his eyes widening slightly. Not only had Damon collected the required amount, but the quality of the meat was exceptional—fresh, unmarred, and meticulously butchered. It was like this since Damon mostly aimed for the head of the beasts while hunting them.
"Well," Hano said, stroking his beard. "Looks like I underestimated you, boy."
"I know. Looks like I finished the mission before that idiot with seaweed for hair. Let's wait."
After 45 minutes, a loud commotion erupted behind the old man's shop. Kev and his team stumbled into the village, covered in dirt and blood. They dragged a hastily wrapped bundle of meat behind them, their expressions sour.
"That's fifty pounds," Kev said through gritted teeth, dropping the bundle beside Damon's.
Hano frowned as he inspected the second bundle. It was clear that Kev's team had butchered their kills hastily, resulting in damaged meat.
"The winner's obvious," Hano declared, tossing Damon the reward notification. Kev looked like he wanted to protest, but the old man cut him off with a stern glare. Kev was about to walk away when Damon's voice came into his ears.
"And as for our deal," Damon said, holding Kev by the shoulder with a smug grin. "I believe it's time for a name change,"
"Fine. What do you want me to change to? It better not be anything lewd, punk," Kev said, crossing his arms over his chest, obviously frustrated. Kev had to comply to the deal or he would suffer the consequences given by the System.
Damon leaned to his ear and whispered. Kev's eyes widened when he heard Damon's words. Instantly, he regretted ever walking into the old man's store.
"Let's go guys," Kev said, walking away with his hands balled into fists.
According to the released info about the game, until a player attained lvl 100, he can only change his Avatar name once. As Kev walked away, Damon couldn't help but laugh at the words floating above his head.
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Damon received the rewards with a sense of pride and made his way to another store when he noticed something odd in his profile.
'Where the fuck is my EXP?'
A/N:
Powerstones = more updates