[System Notification: You have slain a Level 1 Ground Hound! Rewards: 3 EXP | 6 Omnipoints]
[System Notification: You have slain a Level 1 Ground Hound! Rewards: 3 EXP | 6 Omnipoints]
[System Notification: You have slain a Level 1 Ground Hound! Rewards: 3 EXP | 6 Omnipoints] x 23
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With the number of notifications buzzing crazily, it'slike a group of mosquitoes in his ear, Alexander stood amidst the chaos. It's supposed to cause frustration if it's a mosquito, but it's not.
Alexander can be seen standing without any injuries from head to toe; he was very much fine after this carnage
He was so dumbfounded since he did not know the limit of his strength. He had not even used his powerful skills, yet with just a normal punch, he was able to kill the beast so easily.
Now, he was more curious to find out what level he was truly at, but in order to gain a better understanding of the scope of his strength, he needed to assess himself further.
He needed to find at least a decent opponent. "This place has beco so slly," Alexander said aloud, as the stench was particularly bad after the Ground Hound's death.
"Razon, please show my status," he instructed.
A holographic panel began to manifest in the air itself, displaying his current stats.
[Status:
Level: 1 (81/100)
Na: Alexaner Aurelious
Coins: 0
Omnipoints: 154
Class: None
Race: Human
Bloodline: Behemoth Bloodline
Innate Skills: Titan's Might, Behemoth's Wrath, Legacy of the Behemoth
Passive Skills: Unyielding Will, Behemoth's Presence, Unyielding Stamina
Active Skills: Earthen Fortress, Primal Roar, Crescent Blade Arc
Free Attributes: 0
Health: 450
Vitality: 50
Strength: 115
Defense: 110
Speed: 32
Stamina: 65
Mana: 200
Magic Power: 10 ]
"81 experience points and 154 Omnipoints. I've earned a lot this ti," he mused, looking at his loot.
However, when he rembered that mastering one of his current skills, 'Crescent Blade Arc', required more Omnipoints, the victorious smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a broken smile.
He was really poor, so poor that if he spent all of his Omnipoints right now, he would only add 15 points of mastery to the skill. It wouldn't even reach 50%, which made him feel disheartened.
"I should just save it for future use. Actually, since I'm already here, I should grind for more. But I haven't even arrived at my destination yet," Alexander said, glancing ahead.
He was still in the middle of the forest, where only these lowly beasts were present. To encounter stronger beasts, he needed to step foot in the Grimhowl Forest.
He then decided to move forward, but after walking about ten steps toward his destination, he stopped abruptly.
Slapping his forehead in frustration, he muttered, "I almost forgot! Dang, I nearly left so loot behind," Alexander cursed himself inwardly.
But the curse words were directed at the other Alexander. Still, he felt stupid for blaming his forr self for his lack of awareness rather than taking responsibility himself.
In truth, the curse was only backfiring, as he was now the sa Alexander he was scolding.
Walking toward the Direwolf, Alexander squatted down. He gently caressed the beast's chest and, with a straight hand mimicking a knife, he pierced it into the beast.
Blood sprayed onto the ground, with so splashing onto his face. As he stared at the blood covering his hands, he couldn't help but vomit.
This was his first ti killing an animal, let alone opening its insides. However, he gritted his teeth and continued as his hands searched through the wolf's innards.
Suddenly, he felt sothing sturdy, like a rock, lodged between the beast's heart. It wasn't the heart itself, as he couldn't fully grasp it if it were.
Pulling it out, a bluish, rock-like core rested in his hands, radiating vitality so intense that even Alexander could feel it.
The bluish energy within the Beast Core was saturated with Arcane Energy, but he knew that attempting to absorb it would result in being consud by the beast's madness.
It wasn't a matter of strength—it was a battle of the soul. Only those with powerful souls possessed the ability to absorb such energy.
But if soone truly possessed a powerful soul, why would they waste their ti absorbing a low-grade Beast Core?
If a person cultivated their soul and defeated a beast at the sa level, attempting to absorb its Beast Core would still be suicidal.
This is because the core's power would triple if the beast's soul beca aware that the person who killed it intended to absorb its essence.
However, if the beast's soul saw, that it was an unknown person it would only retain the beast's pri strength from when it was alive.
Even so, if both the person and the beast were at the sa level, the chances of success would be nearly zero. Even if the person were one level higher, the chances of success would still be only 10%.
He had learned this information from Alexander's mories, where his father had been speaking to a man whose identity he couldn't recall, as he had been very young at that ti.
Their discussion had been about this very topic, so he understood it to so extent.
"I can just sell this Beast Core for money. Since I have the system to level up, finding soone to purify this core to increase my strength isn't worth it," Alexander though.
After all, he would still need to spend money to have the Beast Core purified. If it were a high-grade core, he might have been tempted, but since it wasn't, he decided to focus on more important matters instead.
(Just to be clear here, Arcane Cores and Beast Cores are the sa. So don't even try to think on what this is and that OK!!!)
"Now that the kingdom is already in ruins, and I'm running very short on funds, I should be more mindful," he muttered to himself.
With that, he walked toward the nearest Ground Hound and repeated the sa process. However, he was stunned. After wandering his hands around its chest, he found nothing.
When he pulled his hand out, it was coated in black, oil-like blood. He frowned and glanced down at the already dead Ground Hound.
"Has this beast not developed a Beast Core yet?" he muttered, furrowing his brows.
But then an idea erged in his mind. Lowering his hand from the beast's chest all the way to its abdon, he pierced it again, causing the already dead Ground Hound to yelp instinctively.
As he moved his hand around that area, Alexander finally found it.
This ti, the Ground Hound's Beast Core was smaller than that of the Direwolf. While the Direwolf's core was the size of a walnut, the Ground Hound's core was only the size of a small pebble.
He didn't mind it too much so long as it could be sold, he would be satisfied. Placing the core into his inventory, he continued the process until he had gathered a total of 27 low-grade Ground Hound cores and 1 low-grade Direwolf core.
With that, he resud his journey through the forest. Every ti he ran, he would encounter the sa creatures over and over again.
Mostly, he ca across Direwolves and Ground Hounds. Other than these beasts, he hadn't encountered anything new.
However, the most frequent encounters were are Ground Hounds. Now, in front of him, a Ground Hound stood with its hair bristling like a cat, blocking his path.
Alexander pounced at it, propelling himself forward like a cheetah in a short burst of speed. In re seconds, he closed the distance, his fist brimming with power.
His punch ca crashing down, striking the beast's snout. The bones in its snout snapped instantly, the Ground Hound's nose broke like a kite crushed beneath the weight of a car.
The Ground Hound let out a yelp of pain as its body was sent flying, slamming into a tree with its back. Monts later, it fell to the ground lifelessly.
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