Lucien suffered after he made such a declaration. He endured countless hits—every ti he rushed the Godzilla, he actually managed to land his strikes, but the problem was that the defense of a level 120 monster was overwhelming for a level 29.
Even if the level 29 was ard with one level 45 weapon and one level 100 weapon.
For the most part, the Sword of the Forsaken had a higher damage ratio compared to the Darkness Cutter. It was a good, quality sword; whatever was lacking was due to its user and the overwhelming defense of its foe.
Still, Lucien was stubborn. He was stubbornly racing through the forest, using several ans to inflict damage. He didn’t care how long it was going to take—as long as he killed the Godzilla, it was all fine.
He was not tired or frustrated by the asly numbers he kept seeing. In fact, he rembered seeing on the forum that he had to deal a small number of damages around a billion tis, and it seed like the person wasn’t exaggerating.
Granted, Lucien had long lost count of how many tis he had struck the Black Godzilla.
Every serious and intense strike usually cost him, because they ca at a price that demanded he be slow for a mont. And in that mont of slowness, the Black Godzilla usually caught up with him and delivered one blow that would imdiately drain more than half of his health.
So Lucien would have to resu running around the forest in order to wait for his health to fully replenish with all the health potions he had fused with.
After that, he turned invisible again and would strike, but he never chose the sa point to strike, and each attack was always getting more creative. It was almost like he didn’t care for his life.
Moreover, he had not received a major frontal attack from the Godzilla—most of it had been the tail or the swiping of its hand. And yet those peripheral attacks were costing him more than half his life.
Lucien knew that if he ca face to face with an attack he couldn’t dodge, a frontal confrontation, he was probably going to die before hitting the ground.
Hence, he decided to employ an even more delicate plan and structure. He did not go for deeper and intense strikes anymore, since they cost him too much—he went for shallow strikes.
However, Lucien was consistently using Severance to strike on the point of those shallow attacks to deepen them.
The boon of traits was that, except for so that had special cooldown conditions, there was no cooldown for them, and he didn’t even need sothing like mana to activate them.
Traits were like a part of his body and mind, so just like how he used his hand was how he used his traits. Of course, because of this, the traits couldn’t grow; however, he could grow in his usage of them.
Just like how he had learned to use Severance on the shallow wounds while in the middle of battle.
At one point while running, he didn’t even need to glance back anymore. He just needed to rember the trace of the last one, the path, and repeatedly send cuts to that particular point without missing it.
It took trendous ntal focus to achieve such a result and even more to achieve it while running and trying to avoid the twigs and vines on the ground.
Lucien stumbled many tis, which almost cost him his life... many tis. But he did not stop.
And the ploy to focus on shallow attacks and execute them rapidly seed highly effective. For a level 120, the Godzilla, even though fast enough, was not particularly buoyant in speed—instead it compensated with an unfair amount of strength and defense.
Its scales were so hard that even after several cuts on the sa point, Lucien saw no blood. In fact, since he had started the fight, he had not seen any blood.
However, he was slowly growing tired, his legs beginning to ache. Despite it, Lucien kept running.
He made a sharp turn and dove towards the monster from behind. The Godzilla stopped and stomped one of its massive legs on the ground, causing the entire ground to shake and Lucien to lose his balance.
He tumbled all the way to his enemy, and his enemy turned and barreled towards him, crushing broken tree trunks and everything that barred its path with its humongous head. Its eyes blazed as it rushed forward.
Lucien belatedly got up and staggered intentionally out of the way. The head made soft contact with his leg, and he was sent rolling into the air like a coin.
He tumbled on the ground, losing more than half his health this ti.
He laid on the ground for a few seconds, watching the notification with a bland expression.
[You have gained 100 health points]
[You have gained 100 health points]
’This is difficult.’
He wasn’t counting, but it had probably been over thirty minutes since he started this battle. He had died more than twenty tis in spectacular fashion. While the Godzilla—he couldn’t see the monster’s health bar or anything like that, but he was sure the creature had not received anything substantial, because all he had been throwing at it were asly damages.
The Godzilla anwhile was preparing for another attack. This ti, it opened its large maws. The forest was dark, which made the reddish glow within its vicious mouth very obvious even from where Lucien was laying.
He shot up imdiately, his face contorting with dread.
’What? Don’t tell ...’
Before he could complete the thought, a cone of crimson light poured out of the monster’s mouth and began to burn through the forest with disintegrating power. Lucien ran for his life like a madman.
’Shit shit shit shit, I definitely underestimated how difficult this is going to be.’
He changed his mind in that instant. He was going to go back to Ossyn Woods and grind even harder—he was going to grind until he was level 100 and co back for it. He was sure that at level 100 he would have a chance.
As the forest was being set ablaze by the light that lted everything, Lucien, who by chance happened to be close to the edge, ran with all the speed his tired body could muster. He moved his legs like the ground was falling beneath them.
The mont he began to run towards the edge and higher towards the Ashen Plain, the Godzilla spotted him and stopped, then its eyes burned.
What Lucien expected in that mont was for the monster to shoot another light blast at him. The initial one had leveled the entire forest, so he was in clear view now—he had lost his advantage of the tall trees and the corners to hide.
However, the Godzilla was not shooting another blast even as its foe was running away.
Lucien frowned as he continued running, open and vulnerable to the Godzilla. He could really die any mont, so his back was crawling with chills.
But, the Godzilla was not doing anything. It stood on two legs, its arms separated, and titanic body heaving, chest glowing with the remnant of the light blast.
Then the Godzilla slowly lowered its arms to the ground, going on all fours, and barreled forward.
Lucien’s eyes widened, and his legs shot even faster.
’It’s chasing?! God’s hell! Why are you chasing ?!!’
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