Sprays of blood flew in all directions. Asan tried to dodge the slashing attacks of the creature opposite him every second, which seemed completely tireless. The guy received several deep cuts on his arms and body, unable to avoid the attacks of this pest. Each of its attacks was incredibly fast, leaving no chance for evasion or counterattack. Dodging once again, Asan greedily gulped down air with his burning lungs and once more prepared for the next attack of the beast. Dark flames were already blazing in one hand, while in the other was the broken spear shaft, which served as his only weapon.
It couldn't last much longer, Asan had already lost track of time, how long he had been fighting the monster. In reality, it might have only been less than five minutes, but in battle, he felt the fight as if he had been standing on his feet and dodging every potentially fatal attack for several days. Out of the corner of his eye, Asan noticed movement to his right and at the last second, he put up dark flame in front of himself, directing the meager remnants of mana into his palm to create a slight splash. The flame slightly intensified and increased in short order, creating a light and barely noticeable explosion that clearly scared off the monster, giving the boy a couple of extra seconds to catch his breath and restore his breathing. But even these few seconds were heavenly relief for him when he could at least slightly calm his tense mind.
By his rough estimate, there was almost no mana left in his body.
If he continues fighting at this pace, he will most likely die from blood loss or exhaustion in the near future, falling prey to another attack from the monster. His clothes were torn, and his skin was covered with his own blood mixed with the dark blood of the creature. A few times he managed to successfully hit it, barely cutting through its tough skin, but that was also a problem. The monster's blood was clearly poisonous, causing an unpleasant burning sensation where it touched his body, but the worst part was that the burning intensified with each passing second, slowing him down.
Once again, a new attack from the monster, which tried to jump on him from behind, knocked him out of his thoughts. Feeling excruciating pain in his knees, the boy clenched his teeth, which were coated with his own blood, and fell to the ground. This only increased the pain in his lungs and throughout his entire body.
The Monster, realizing that it had missed, didn't hesitate to attack again, this time with its hoof, which hit Asan right in the ribs. A painful groan escaped the boy's mouth along with saliva. He himself was thrown back a meter from the Monster, which once again rushed at him.
How? How could he survive in such a situation against such a Monster? How many more seconds would he last before his head hit the ground and his body became fertilizer for the dead and dry earth?
These questions scared him and forced him to keep getting up again and again, despite the hellish pain. As he tried to get up, he noticed the approaching hornet and attempted to roll away. In the end, a deep cut formed on his boot, and a wave of pain spread through his foot. Trying to stand up, the boy couldn't manage it—his body was already slowly refusing to obey.
Even his strength will could not allow him to get up after so many injuries and torture of his muscles. Is this his limit? But he hadn't even managed to hurt the creature at all. He had been in worse situations before, so why was he just giving up so easily now?
"GRAAAAAAAAAH!" With a howl filled with pain, he tried to get up, Asan.
It felt like his leg was about to fall apart, and the blood was about to gush out of every open wound due to the high tension in his muscles. But he wanted to live. This was his only desire for the past month. He constantly fought just to survive, endured Paul's orders solely for survival, held himself back from having a breakdown over Alice just to survive, so that she wouldn't stab him in the side while he slept. He did everything for fucking survival, so why couldn't he defeat this damn flat-headed thing?
Without thinking long, the guy summoned a tablet with his stats, barely managing to stay on his feet.
characteristics
strength - 16
endurance - 32
agility - 19
perception - 14
intelligence - 17
wisdom - 12
Health points - 33/160
Mana - 15/170
Aura - Blocked
Available points for distribution – 10.
The guy still had 10 points available for distribution that he had saved since the hangar days. After reaching level three, he hadn't spent them anywhere, all in anticipation of a specific moment—like now. He knew that at some point, he wouldn't have enough strength to defeat the enemy, so he hoped to strengthen himself during or before the battle to clearly be able to defeat any creature. But now?
Now he didn't have time to try to think through or come up with another plan that would allow him to get out of this situation calmly and safely
There was no Paul who could tell him where and how to attack for maximum damage or protection. No one could cover him right now, as his comrades were probably fighting to the death against similar monsters like the one in front of him. No… He was alone again. Just like in the house when they split up with Laszlo. And at that moment, he felt free.
strength - 16 → strength - 26.
As the creature ran towards Asan, it brought its hands closer to its chest, brandishing the spiky blades on its forearms, perhaps hoping to finish the battle. Asan glared at the monster with hatred and… excitement? Inviting it forward by spreading out his arms, he tossed the broken spear shaft away from himself.
For the creature, this was merely a sign that the opponent had become weaker without his wand, which had caused her some inconvenience, so she approached the boy unsuspectingly until she finally pierced him.
She pierced him with both her palms, which he had held out during the attack.
Immediately, Asan, experiencing almost agony, pushed his palms deeper into the blades, creating an horrific wound, but he achieved his main goal—his own forearms, which felt like rubber to the touch. He acted mechanically, completely shutting off his mind, allowing the rage boiling inside him to control him, so the pain was just another stimulant for his newly emerged explosive strength.
Immediately, Asan lifted his injured leg and pressed his foot against the creature's chest, which, sensing something amiss, tried to break free from his grip, which suddenly became much stronger than before.
Creating a good support for himself, the boy began to press down with all his strength on the creature's chest with his foot while simultaneously pulling the creature's forearms towards himself. Finally, the creature in front of him made a sound that it had not made before. It was a howl, a howl for help or a howl of fear mixed with pain. But Asan didn't care about this, as he continued doing what he was doing.
And in the end, his insane attack proved successful when he tore off two limbs from the creature, pinning it to the ground. Black slime immediately began gushing out in a fountain around him, hitting Asan's body and causing terrible burning wherever it could reach. But the boy wasn't going to stop there, as there was still no notification of the monster's death under his foot.
Squeezing tighter the torn-off arms of the creature whose blades were still impaled on Asan's palm, the guy could think of nothing better than slightly bending his fist downward and piercing the creature's head with its own weapon. Managing to do this, he repeated the motion over and over until he soon heard an announcement.
[Congratulations! You have killed "Mist Walker - Warrior"].
Finally, the desired notification came to him, allowing the guy to exhale. But the pain all over his body, especially in his palms, didn't let him breathe easily, especially when his Health points continued to approach zero. Suddenly, he sensed an approaching presence from the side. Feeling exhausted, he merely thrust out the blade in that direction, which pierced his palm, and suddenly received another notification.
[Congratulations! You have killed "Fog drone"].
It seems the creature had called for help from its friends. Well, so be it.
Asan slightly bent his knees as Alice had shown him earlier and extended both his hands in front of himself, from which two blood-stained blades protruded.
"Attack, freaks!" The boy shouted, and like on command, a swarm of drones descended upon him.
Feeling exhaustion, Asan tried to make as few movements as possible in order to effectively deal with the large crowd of monsters rushing towards him at high speed, trying to kill their enemy. Asan had no choice but to take several injuries in exchange for killing more and more creatures. Notifications rained down on his head, but without any alerts. Apparently, System knew when not to bother her user so that he wouldn't accidentally die after hearing – Congratulations! You died like Idiot because you got distracted by my congratulations! Ha-Ha-Ha!
When almost a dozen of the creatures died from the blades of their own warrior, they decided to slow down and no longer charge blindly at Asan, making him click his torn lip. If the monsters were going to try attacking with tactics, the boy would definitely not survive. And what was better? How was he going to save himself right now? If Bridgite wasn't within a meter of him to start immediate treatment, he would surely die within maybe ten, or even fewer, minutes. What was the point of fighting if he was going to end up losing anyway?
Everything was swimming before his eyes, and his body was growing cold; Asan felt an unpleasant and creeping desire to sleep. How he wished he could wake up on his worn-out couch in the dormitory and thank anyone for the fact that this had been just a nightmare, not reality.
That he shouldn't have to fight monsters every day so that he didn't have to sleep on dry or wet ground. That he shouldn't have to smell blood or just the stench of other people or himself. He just wanted to fall asleep and wake up from this long and drawn-out nightmare.
But reality isn't so lenient, for right now the boy was on the brink of death.
"WOO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O" Suddenly an incredibly loud howl was heard coming from the sky, causing Asan to fall to his knees.
The howl was like a hammer blow to the head, causing Asan's last reserves of strength to leave him. The earth shook, and the creatures in the area inexplicably raised their gaze to the sky, soon scattering in different directions as if fleeing from something massive. Before Asan could react, a strong gust of wind rushed into him along with the sound of something being destroyed.
Stone fragments from the wall whizzed past him, some hitting him too, fortunately they were just small pebbles. But Asan could no longer think about that, for once on the ground, he couldn't move. He was as if chained, prohibiting any movement and pinning him to the ground. But even so.
He grabbed onto the ground and began to crawl, crawling anywhere, just to survive.