Chapter 17: Survival of the fittest
[Agility +0.1]
[Agility +0.1]
[Agility +0.1]
[Agility +0.1]
[Quest completed; Consume Blood: 25/25]
[Reward: ▓▓▓▓ ]
[Exp: 100/50]
[You have levelled up to level 7]. [All stats: +0.2]
"The hell just happened? Did I get a stat point from consuming blood? And why can't I see the reward I got?"Ben asked. He was surprised and annoyed at the same time.
After consuming the elven blood from different sources, Ben could feel the surge of energy coursing through his veins. His body tingled with anticipation as his agility increased by 0.6 points, bringing him closer to his goal of evolution. The elven blood not only heightened his agility but also restored his health, rejuvenating his body.
Eager to assess his progress, Ben called upon the system, requesting his status. Casually sitting in a corner of a waggon, he checked his status page floating in the air.
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«STATUS»
Name: Ben Franklin
Race: Dreadwing Mosquito
Evolution: Evo 1 Level: 6
Magic: 000 Exp: 38/50
HP: 5.0/5.0
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Strength: 3.5
Agility: 4.5
Stamina: 3.5
[Free stats: +0.5]
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Active skills:
1. Mosquito's Buzz (confuse enemies with an annoying buzz)
2. Blood Needle (attack with small needles of blood; -0.5 HP)
3. Soul Drain (steal life essence from enemies)
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Passive skills:
1. Blood Tracker (enhanced ability to detect blood sources)
2. Mutatic regeneration (healing the body through blood consumption)
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A satisfied grin spread across Ben's face as he saw his improved stats. His agility had received a substantial boost, making him even swifter and more elusive. With this progress, he was now ready to embark on his plan to take on the other quests as well. If he wanted to save these girls, he needed to do it as fast as possible.
After careful consideration, Ben decided to go with the best course of action. Since the road was straight and the waggon was slow, he was sure that he wouldn't lose track of the waggon. After considering options, he decided to hunt down an hour or so, catch up to the waggon, rest, and then go hunting again.
This way he can also restore HP, and the waggon will make him a safe place to take a rest from time to time. Most importantly, he can always find a corner of the waggon to sleep in without worrying about any wild beasts attacking him.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, humans veered off-track and started assembling a campfire. This was the perfect moment for Ben to put his plan into action. He couldn't contain his excitement as he activated his blood tracer passive skill, honing his senses to detect any nearby sources of blood.
Focusing intently, Ben tapped into his blood tracer skill. Gradually, he sensed a faint presence of blood nearby, indicating the presence of a low-tier beast. With renewed determination, he stealthily manoeuvred away from the campfire, ensuring he wouldn't attract any unwanted attention.
Following the trail indicated by his blood tracer, Ben ventured into a dense thicket. There, amidst the undergrowth, he discovered a wounded rabbit. Its blood was still fresh, presenting a prime opportunity for Ben to engage in a battle and gain valuable experience points.
Approaching the injured rabbit with caution, Ben's agile wings carried him closer. He examined the deep cut mark on the rabbit's neck, pinpointing the vulnerable spot. Confidence surged within him as he prepared to strike.
With a focused chant, Ben unleashed a blood needle attack, sending a crimson aura needle hurtling towards the rabbit. It struck the mark with precision, causing the rabbit to emit a startled sound of pain. Despite its feeble attempts to escape, the rabbit's weakened state prevented it from fleeing its predator.
"Almost there," Ben muttered, his determination unwavering. He launched three more blood needles, each hitting the same place with unwavering accuracy. The successive strikes severed deeper into the rabbit's neck until Ben's HP reached a critical level.
An internal curse escaped Ben's lips as he realised the significant HP cost of using his blood needle skill. However, he swiftly seized the opportunity presented by the immobilized rabbit and made use of its vulnerability to
drink its blood, replenishing his own HP.
[Beast blood consumed.]
[EXP: 55/70]
A triumphant exclamation escaped Ben's lips as his HP fully recovered. He resumed his assault on the rabbit, meticulously launching blood needles until his HP dwindled to half.
Once again, he used the rabbit's blood to restore himself to full health. This back-and-forth continued for approximately fifteen minutes until a notification appeared on his screen.
The wild rabbit, a low-tier beast, has been killed. [Use Soul Drain to obtain a beast soul.]
With anticipation, Ben chanted the words of the Soul Drain skill. The life force of the defeated rabbit surged into him, granting him an additional 50 experience points.
[Soul Drain skill used: +50 EXP gained]
[Exp: 50/50; level up available]
[No soul weapon was obtained.]
[Congratulations! You have successfully levelled up to level 8. [All stats +0.5] [Free stats:+0.5]
[Exp: 29/100]
A sense of satisfaction washed over Ben as he absorbed the newfound power bestowed upon him by his level increase. The path to evolution seemed closer than ever, and he resolved to continue his progress one step at a time. A determined expression settled on his face as he activated his blood tracker passive skill, searching for potential targets in the vicinity.
However, luck seemed to be testing him. The immediate area proved to be scarce for low-tier beasts, forcing Ben to venture farther from the waggon in his pursuit. Undeterred, he decided to explore a nearby forested area, hoping to encounter a wider variety of prey.
With his enhanced agility and heightened senses, Ben gracefully manoeuvred through the trees, his anticipation building with each passing moment. He searched diligently, seeking any signs of potential targets.
After some time, his perseverance bore fruit. Ben detected the presence of a small group of beetles, each measuring about three inches in size. Their backs were adorned with a midnight black shell as they scurried about, gathering food for the upcoming winter. While the beetles were not particularly formidable opponents, their sturdy shells presented a challenge.
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