The two pign were not much harder than the first. I didn’t really want to have to deal with the sll, so I took these guys out with my sword. They were pretty slly up close, so it didn’t help that much. The next group was four. I had a sinking feeling that this was going to continue to grow exponentially. Survive indeed.
A thought ca to , one that I probably would have never allowed myself to have before I had lost a piece of my soul. I killed three of the monsters, and while keeping the fourth back using various tricks, I dragged the remaining three to one side of the arena. Then, I finished him off. In the next round, eight appeared as expected. I burned several skills to kill several of the pign as quickly as possible. Then, with the remaining, I took my ti picking them off until one remained. Then, I repeated what I did the previous ti.
Sixteen pign were the first ti I started to feel so genuine pressure. I was firing off skills, and I could feel my mana draining quickly. I even had to heal from a few painful blows. If the star potion hadn’t restored all of my abilities, I definitely might have fallen in this round. Like before, I killed all but one and then started dragging the bodies. At this point, it was rather obvious what I was doing. On the opposite side from where the pign spawned, I started stacking their bodies up like a wall. They were currently three pign high, which given their large bodies, rose to about my chest.
When thirty-two spawned, I fought from behind my impromptu shelter of bodies. They managed to eventually get through the wall of bodies, but they weren’t able to surround , and I was able to kill enough that I managed to finish them off. With one remaining again, I began to rebuild my fort of bodies. If this was the sa, the next round would be sixty-four. Although I had a five-foot wall and I even had a blessing cast on my fort of corpses, I worried the next round would be too much.
Thus, I took out a clip and blocked my nose, then using Fire Control, I killed the last pign and set the wall on fire. The pign were very afraid of fire, and it worked splendidly. Best of all, sixty-four pign were more than enough to fill all the ones I had burned in the previous round. After taking out sixty-three of them, an act that left extrely exhausted, I thought about keeping this one trapped and resting. No… I had to be reaching the end. 128 would be the final round! I knew it!
Taking all of the energy I had, I reassembled my fort or corpses, killed the last pign, and then 128 spawned. 128 pign were a lot more than I realized. It wasn’t until I saw it up close I realized just how screwed I was. They began to descend on with a frightful quickness. I cursed as I realized I forgot to set the wall on fire. Just as I started to set it, they had already burst through the wall. A hundred pign descended on .
They all suddenly disappeared monts before reaching , including the bodies on the floor. The door on the other side of the arena clicked.
“Huh? The ti limit was reached?”
It was then that I realized that the challenge said to survive, not defeat, conquer, or win. I only had to survive for a certain length of ti. That ant, had I just restrained the first pign and took a nap, I’d have won just as quickly. I collapsed to the ground and let out a groan. I wanted to punch this Greggar guy if I ever t him.
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