The faint blue light flickered between the trees.
At first, I thought it was a sign — maybe a village fire or a way out of this damned island.
But when I got closer, I realized… it was just another monster's eyes.
I clenched the sword in my hand — not metal, not steel.
A bone, sharpened from the remains of a beast I killed days ago. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough to cut flesh.
A low growl echoed behind me.
I turned slowly.
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[Abyss Jaguar]
Level: 45
Type: Beast / Predator
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It moved fast — faster than the Abyss Hounds, almost silent as smoke.
When it lunged, I rolled aside, dirt splattering my face. My muscles ached from weeks of fighting, but my body moved on its own now.
I swung the bone sword, slicing across its hind leg. The creature screamed, spinning around with claws bared. It swiped — I ducked — and stabbed upward through its jaw. The bone blade cracked slightly but held.
The jaguar fell still, its blood soaking the grass.
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[Abyss Jaguar defeated ×1]
+8,500 EXP gained.
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I exhaled slowly. "Level forty-five… this island's insane."
The forest was quiet again — but not peaceful. It was the silence that came after killing.
I dragged the beast's body under a tree and began carving. The meat was tough, but it was food. The bones? Another blade, maybe.
Days passed.
Weeks blurred together.
There was no sun, no moon — just hunger, exhaustion, and monsters.
When I wasn't fighting, I was sharpening bones.
When I wasn't sharpening bones, I was bleeding.
At some point, my level reached 48.
I stopped counting how many monsters I'd killed.