Re-Awakening: Cannon Fodder With Strongest Talent Chapter 120 120: Farming Resources

Deeper into the jungle, Ethan encountered increasingly diverse creatures.

A pack of six serpentine predators that relied on constriction tactics t wind blade dismbernt. Five insectoid climbers with acidic attacks dissolved under concentrated fire magic.

'Each group represents natural ecological diversity. This jungle hosts multiple predator species.'

The resource gains accumulated steadily:

Serpent pack: 120 units (50 wood, 30 stone, 40 sand)

Insectoid climbers: 100 units (30 wood, 35 stone, 35 sand)

As Ethan ventured deeper, the jungle's ancient canopy filtered sunlight into scattered erald beams.

His enhanced senses detected new movent ahead.

'Sothing bigger approaches.'

Seven shapes erged from the undergrowth with predatory grace.

Wolves, but not the mundane variety from his previous world. These creatures stood shoulder-high to a grown man, their midnight-black fur rippling with contained muscle.

Silver eyes glead with cunning intelligence while razor-sharp claws extended from oversized paws.

'Mid-Silver rank...not bad, I needed more silver cores for the next territory upgrade.'

The pack moved with tactical precision that would sha most military units. The alpha positioned itself at the center while six subordinates flanked Ethan in a perfect encirclent. Their D- Grade talents manifested as claws that could slice through steel plate.

The alpha's howl split the jungle air—not just sound, but a command that coordinated the entire pack's assault. Seven wolves launched themselves forward simultaneously, their claws leaving furrows in ancient tree bark as they sought purchase for devastating strikes.

Ethan's Enhanced Speed activated, reality slowing as his perception accelerated beyond normal limits. The wolves' coordination was impressive, but Gold-rank reflexes transford their synchronized attack into a choreographed dance he could read like sheet music.

'Left flank first.'

He twisted aside as the nearest wolf's claws carved through space where his torso had been. His iron-enhanced fist connected with the creature's skull in a perfectly tid counter, the impact resonating like a hamr striking an anvil.

CRACK.

Bone shattered beneath his knuckles. The wolf's body ragdolled into a massive tree trunk with bone-breaking force, its enhanced claws useless against overwhelming power disparity.

'One down. Six to go.'

The remaining pack adapted instantly, their alpha intelligence recognizing the threat level they faced. Instead of individual attacks, they moved in coordinated waves—two wolves engaging while others repositioned for flanking strikes.

'Smart. But not smart enough.'

The second wave reached him as wind blades materialized around his position. Compressed air sharpened to cutting edges sliced through fur and flesh with surgical precision. Two more wolves collapsed in expanding pools of crimson.

'Three down.'

The alpha snarled its frustration, pack tactics crumbling under Ethan's hands. It abandoned coordination for desperate ferocity, leading the final four wolves in a berserker charge that relied on overwhelming violence rather than strategy.

Ethan t their charge head-on.

His fire talent ignited around his fists, flas wreathing iron-enhanced knuckles as he waded into the pack's midst. Each punch left smoldering wounds while wind blades carved through anything beyond imdiate reach.

The alpha's enhanced claws found his shoulder, but it was unable to tear through his defensive capabilities.

'My turn.'

Ethan's counterattack removed the alpha's head with volcanic force. The decapitated corpse remained standing for several heartbeats before toppling backward, its pack leadership permanently terminated.

The remaining three wolves hesitated, pack cohesion shattered by their leader's death. That mont of uncertainty proved fatal—wind blades eliminated them before they could retreat or regroup.

'Seven down. Clean sweep.'

Resources gained: 60 wood, 40 stone, 40 sand

'Twenty units per kill, as expected.'

Ethan glanced at the notification for a second before storing the corpses he had killed in the storage ring. Noting that the alpha's D- Grade Sharp Claw talent might prove worth devouring later on. Physical enhancent abilities always had applications, even if they weren't imdiately revolutionary.

'Keep moving. More opportunities await.'

The jungle trail wound deeper into primordial wilderness, where massive trees created natural cathedrals of shadow and filtered light. His enhanced hearing detected another pack approaching—larger this ti, their footfalls suggesting greater numbers.

'Round two.'

Nine wolves erged from concealing vegetation, their pack structure more complex than the previous group. These creatures showed scars from territorial conflicts, their experience evident in cautious positioning and tactical awareness.

'Defensive specialists. Interesting variation.'

Their iron-enhanced fur glead like tallic mail, D Grade talents transforming natural pelts into armor plating. The pack moved with the confidence of predators accustod to shrugging off attacks that would cripple lesser creatures.

'Defense versus overwhelming offense. Let's see who wins.'

The pack alpha was a massive specin, easily twice the size of its subordinates.

'This one's seen real combat.'

The wolves spread into an attack formation imdiately.

Four flanked left, four flanked right, while the alpha held centre position for command and control.

Their iron hide talents activated simultaneously, tallic fur reflecting dappled sunlight like polished chainmail.

'Coordinated defense. They've learned from fighting other Gold-rank threats.'

Ethan didn't give them ti to complete their encirclent. Enhanced speed carried him directly toward the alpha, his approach so fast that tactical positioning beca irrelevant.

His iron-enhanced fist t the alpha's armored skull in a collision that echoed through the jungle like a thunderclap. The wolf's defensive talent held for exactly one microsecond before overwhelming force shattered both magic and bone.

The pack's carefully planned tactics dissolved into chaos as their leader's corpse hit the ground. Without central coordination, their formation collapsed into individual desperation.

Wind blades carved through iron hide like it was parchnt. Fire magic lted tallic fur into molten streams.

Enhanced speed made their retaliatory strikes hit empty air while counterattacks found vital organs.

'Nine down. Another clean sweep.'

Resources gained: 70 wood, 50 stone, 60 sand

'This hunting ground is incredibly productive.'

But more importantly, he was testing his capabilities against groups of Mid-Silver opposition and finding them completely inadequate. The power gap between Gold and Silver ranks was even larger than he'd estimated.

'Ti to head back. The garden construction needs oversight.'