When death gives you A new haven in life you will have to resist
This is what any ghost should do.
A blue moonlight hung in a sky rotting with silence...
Below it a huge wild boar, its tusks like jagged rock thorns, gazing around the tree.
Above it, Mayoth sat, breathing slowly, trembling.
Half a day had passed, he'd been stuck here, staring at a monster that couldn't wait to see... a monster that couldn't forget.
He was trembling with fear. He was surprised by the shape of the creature. But it wasn't the first time he saw it. Before he died and woke up in a black square in a previous world, he only saw that wolf-like being with dog-like features. That means it wasn't the first time he saw such an entity.
Then like a spark in the depths of his despair an idea leaped into his mind...
A crazy plan... but worth the risk.
He slashed his forearm with an old dagger, let the blood run, then wrapped the torn cloth around the wound. Not content with that, he gathered sandy soil and some rotten leaves he'd saved... and made bait with a scent stronger than pain.
The boar suddenly raised its head... its nostrils twitching like whips.
Then it made a strange sound a deep howl and began lashing at the tree with its horns, blows that shook the ground beneath it.
The tree creaked, cracked, threatened to fall.
And suddenly... as if mystery itself decided to intervene
A thick gray fog swirled around, and on its surface, phrases formed:
> [ Name: Bloody Hoof ]
[ Ability: Track and pursue all scents ]
[ Defense: Has a rocky back ]
[ Type: Chaos Creature - Level 1 ]
[ Spawn Area: Dark Enclave - First Edge of the Black Square ]
[ To discover its weaknesses: First, you must deal physical damage to it... ]
"... Are you kidding me?"
Mayoth said, breathing heavily, smiling bitterly. "Well... it seems the time has come."
He took the piece wrapped in blood and dirt and threw it away with all his might.
The boar stopped.
The smell was suffocating, but he was obsessed with tracking, so he headed for the new scent.
Quietly, Mayoth moved from behind the tree and landed slowly, his eyes on his prey.
At a crucial moment, he swung his spear towards the beast's hind leg.
A good stab... but barely scratched it.
The Bloody Hoof turned slowly... then focused all his gaze on Mayoth.
The coming hell had begun.
He ran. He ran with all the willpower left in his veins.
He picked up his small pouch along the way—in it were white seeds... those strange flame-making seeds... the traces of which he had seen in the past.
But he was no faster than death—
Suddenly, soundlessly, the Bloody Hoof appeared behind him and struck him with its horn like a mill.
A muffled scream escaped Mayoth's mouth as he fell to the ground, blood dripping from his back.
He closed his eyes... and the pig began to sniff.
Slowly... he raised his dust-stained hands and sprinkled a little bit around his chest...
Then he stopped moving. He pretended to be dead.
The pig kept sniffing... sniffing... then, suddenly, he moved away.
Mayuth couldn't believe it.
After minutes of heavy silence... he crawled to the nearby river. He washed the wound, groaning.
Then the "Law" tablet appeared before him:
> [Creature's weak points detected: Base of the head Upper pelvic joint.]
He smiled despite the pain.
"So... behind that stubborn skull."
He rummaged through his bag. he found one last white seed.
"Nice... Looks like I'll catch you this time."
The gray light began to fade... but the sky still felt strange, as if the whole world hated his dawn.
Mayoth sat on a wide, protruding rock in the middle of the river, as if he had been cast from both lands, neither land nor water, suspended in the middle of nothingness.
Beneath his feet, the water lapped, crashing against the rock, then splitting in two, each wave carrying a faint creak as if whispering to him news of the past.
The wind whipped a light mist across his face, and the sky above was a heavy gray. No sun, no shade, just a faint light like a long, dying breath.
Mayoth sat silently, his back slightly hunched, his arms resting on his knees. His eyes were fixed on his palm, the hand he had always thought of as a simple fighting tool.
But it wasn't just a hand now.
He had changed.
He had seen the truth.
The law had revealed to him what lay beyond form his true weakness... and the weakness of the Bloody Digger.
Because he showed him a painting of fog.
[After dealing a little damage to Dua, he will give you some items.]
[Four white seeds ...of fire, food and weapons equipment]
[Information about the blood hoof
Vital points : lower abdomen. front head]
Not power, not weapons, but the the law It gave him more motivation to go back to being that savage beast.
And now... he wanted to return. Not to survive, but to kill. "
He looked at the river and saw his own image trembling with the rippling water. A thin, pale man, with torn clothes and hair caked with sweat and dust. But he didn't see his body, he saw his insides.
What he held now wasn't a sword, but knowledge.
And that knowledge... more deadly than any blade. From what the Law System had taught him previously.
It would... draw him in.
The Digger is bloodthirsty and breathes with his mouth, not his nose. The movement of his neck reveals his tendency to attack to the right. His strength lies in the first lunge... after that, he slows down a tiny bit.
Small details... but deadly.
This time, he won't run away.
This time... To know and advance in this world
He closed his fist slowly, until a faint sound escaped the weary bones.
"This end... is for you, not for me."
And at that moment, a single raindrop fell on the back of his hand, as if the sky had agreed to the oath.
He raised his eyes to the horizon and smiled a weak but genuine smile.
Then He got up.
"It seems that the prey will be the hunter. "
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