Not giving the boar any chance at all to retaliate Tarkan, pulled out the tree branch that was lunge in it eye and drove it back into the sa eye with full force striking the sa spot as before. The branch slipped in with little to no resistance. Blood and strange whitish fluid burst out from it eyes, spraying across his face. The boar wailed, louder than before, its entire body convulsing in pain.
now free from the tree, let out a shrill cry shaking from side to side that quickly faded. It's eyes filled with unwillingness as It collapsed with a heavy thud, the makeshift weapon having penetrated directly into it's brain.
The mont the boar died, Tarkan felt a sudden surge of fresh energy flood through him.
His skin tingled, hardening ever so slightly, Though completely naked and sared in blood, he stood tall beside the boar's corpse, chest rising and falling in deep, exhausted breaths.
Catching his breath
He willed open the awakening stat window:
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[Strength: 15
Agility: 2
Perception: 8
Stamina: 8
Intelligence: 1689]
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His strength, which had been 10, had increased by five.
"Damn, all this shit for a increase of five" Tarkan muttered. No wonder the rate of awakening is less than five percent a year."
He cursed aloud, unable to hide the bitterness in his voice. It was commonly believed that less than five percent humans awaken per year, and though the trial was said to be unique to each person and tailored to what is believed to be their capabilities many insisted that no trial was truly hard.
that people who fail the awakening ritual are just too weak to embark on the path of ascendance.
Still, Tarkan couldn't help but curse, tailored capabilities my foot.
Despite all his training with Aries, even though he was caught off guard by the boar and without a sword that was no excuse, and didn't change the fact that he had nearly died trying to kill a single boar.
still naked and covered in blood, his... dragon swinging freely with each step, he walked over to the broken boar horn that was stuck in the tree.
He pulled it out with a little effort. It was pretty worn down, slightly chipped here and there, but far better than the crude wooden weapon he had been using.
Even as he was examining the horn, he remained alert, wary of a repeat ambush like the last one. His mind briefly wandered to the strange tir system that made his survival possible.
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[Tir: 1:32:25 (Level 1)
Reverse: Reverse ti without restriction, as long as you have enough ti]
Eternal Monarch Physique (Partial)
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glancing at the ti. The tir had decreased down around 5 minutes and 45 seconds and that happen to roughly match the number of seconds he had used the reverse. he had a vague sense of how the system worked and he couldn't help being curious what will happen if the tir hits 0, but he wasn't hoping to find out.
Seeing the "Level 1" tag next to the tir, he couldn't help but wonder. would new abilities appear as he advanced? Could he eventually fast-forward or even stop ti as well?
The thought made him giddy. He felt an unfamiliar excitent bubbling up.
Just as he was busy fantasizing his stomach growled loudly breaking his thoughts.
"darn am so hungry I could eat 12 cow."
Now that he thought about it, he didn't even know how long he'd been unconscious for. Normally, the tir increased by one unit a day, but upon waking up it had gone up by sixty which If that logic held, it ant he had been unconscious for two whole months.
Which didn't make any sense at all.
Because according to what he'd learned, the awakening trial would automatically eject you alive or dead after seven days. If dead, it would eject your remains or whatever was left of you. That ant hypothetically he should've been thrown out of the trial by now. Which Lead to the only possibility being the massive increase in his tir being a result of the recent upgrade, which ant there was no way to check exactly how many days he had to his trial end.
For now, he'd have to wait for the next increase and use that to gauge how much ti he had left in the trial.
He couldn't afford to fail the trial.
Because If he failed to strengthen his body or ascend beyond this level, then even the tir with all its power would be just as useless.
The tir could only delay his death, but it couldn't prevent it, not if an ascender even the weakest of them all truly ant to kill him. And Tarkan would rather die than live such a diocre life.
Shaking the thought away, he knelt beside the boar's corpse. Using it own horn he tore into the creature's hide. It took so effort, but he eventually managed to gut it and slice away chunks of at he planned to roast. As he worked, thoughts of warm, sizzling boar at filled his mind, He began to fantasize about the taste.
he suddenly froze.
He'd been on high alert the whole ti. The tir might let him rewind ti, but it didn't erase the pain he'd endured.
He still rembered every second of it. And now.. he felt movent approaching his location.
He quickly spun around, weapon in his hand, heart pounding ready to engage in another battle.
But when his eyes landed on what the cause of the movent was coming from, the color on his face instantly drained.
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