Vengeance | Day 1
"Hah... Back here again." Ein said with a sigh. He was back in the forest which he first appeared. Just an hour prior to first encountering the Beowolves. How could he tell? Well, the sun is still out for one thing.
That means he has some prep time.
"Time to Batman it up." He says as he stretches. It's time to get to work. He looks around for a moment, spotting a few materials. A wood log and hemp. Good. "Porter." The two materials were sucked into his palm, leaving no trace.
"Alright, that's two of what I need. Now... Time for the bothersome part." He mentally prepared himself for the anguish to come. Then, he began to wander around whilst looking downwards. He was scanning the floor of the forest for... Something.
"No... Not that either... Yes!- Wait, nevermind..." His eyes dashed left and right. If only he had one of those (Observe) skills that gamers usually had. Sadly, we can't get what we want sometimes.
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...
"Finally!" He said as he picked up a glossy rock. "I finally found some flint... God that was annoying... But at least that part's over now." He then extended his palm forward and the log and hemp expunged themselves from his inventory.
"Now... Interact." He extends his hand to the log as a panel appeared in front of him.
[??? WOOD x4]
[QUALITY: ???]
[DESCRIPTION: ???]
(INTERACT)
-(CRAFT)
-(CREATE)
"Oh?" He looked at the log's quantity. He was sure he only picked up one? Well, it's an advantage to him nonetheless. "Craft." He says. Immediately after he said craft, a panel opened to the side.
[CRAFT:]
[??? FIREWOOD x5 (COST: 1 ??? WOOD)]
[SHORT ??? WOOD HANDLE x2 (COST: 1 ??? WOOD)]
He had to hurry. He already wasted a lot of time looking for that one piece of flint. He pressed to create the small wood handles as a segment of the log glowed white. "I see... So the size of the material also contributes to the quantity..." He said. The glowing part of the log then detached itself and began to shrink slowly until a small amount of it remained.
It had ceased glowing to reveal two roughly carved wooden handles. They were about 17 cm long. Enough for him to grip. He put one into his inventory. As for the other one, he took the flint and hemp leaves and grouped them together. "Interact."
[GROUP OF MATERIALS]
[MATERIAL LIST: {SHORT ??? WOOD HANDLE x1}]
[{FLINT x4}]
[{HEMP x6}]
(INTERACT)
-(CRAFT)
He wasted no time and immediately got to crafting.
[CRAFT:]
[FLINT KNIFE x1 (COST: ANY 1 SHORT WOOD HANDLE, ANY FIBER x2, FLINT x1)]
"Give me that flint knife!" The bunch of materials began to glow brightly together as they began to float. "Woah..." It was quite the beautiful scene. Four bright lights floating around. After a few seconds, they began to ring around in a circular motion. As they did, they slowly began to grow closer to the middle of the ring. Then...
The four lights combine into one and began to drift towards him. He holds his palm open as it floats down on his open palm. Finally, it stops glowing, revealing his own flint knife.
[FLINT KNIFE]
[QUALITY: HORRID (TIER 1)]
[DURABILITY: 125/125]
[STATS: +1 TOTAL DAMAGE (NON-ELEMENTAL)]
[DESCRIPTION:]
[THIS IS A KNIFE MADE OF FLINT CREATED BY THE (HOST OF REBIRTH). IT IS A FLIMSY TOOL MADE IN A HURRY. IT MAY BE USED AS A WEAPON, HOWEVER, IT IS NOT RECOMMENDED.]
He was grinning from ear to ear. His first crafted item. One thing was interesting though. How could he see the knife's descriptions? This thought was swiftly answered by the tutorial panel appearing once again.
[ALL ITEMS CREATED BY THE HOST ARE AUTOMATICALLY APPRAISED.]
'Heh, thanks tutorial.' He grips the knife and extends it to the remaining log. "Create."
[CREATE:]
[WORKTABLE {LVL 1} (COST: ANY 2 WOOD )
<REQ. TIER 1+ KNIFE>]
[RESEARCH TABLE{LVL 1} (COST: ANY 2 WOOD, 1 INK BOTTLE, ANY 1 FEATHER)
<REQ. TIER 1+ HAMMER> ]
"Make me a Worktable!" Both the knife and a large segment of the log began to glow that trademark crafting glow and a beam of light fires from the knife to the the log as it splits into multiple pieces.
It began to transform an morph into the shape of what seems to be a table. He couldn't really tell. His eyes were too blinded by the bright light.
It took a few seconds, but it finally finished. His own work table. It was a table with a backwall, a shelf, and a drawer. Perfect for storing whatever tools he may not need a moment. He couldn't help but get to work right away.
He put all of the remaining hemp, flint, and logs onto the table. He also put his knife on the backwall. Just for convenience.
'I'll need a weapon. An effective one. I can't try to look cool. Not unless I wanna get killed immediately.' He extends his arm forward to interact with the worktable.
[WORKTABLE {LVL 1}]
[DURABILITY: 500/500]
[DESCRIPTION:THE LOWEST TIER OF WORKTABLE. THOUGH IT MAY BE LOW QUALITY, IT IS STILL EFFECTIVE FOR ALLOWING THE HOST TO CREATE ITEMS HE WOULD USUALLY NOT BE ABLE TO CREATE NORMALLY. IT SPORTS A TOOL HOLDER (SIZE: 3 TOOLS), AND A SHELF TO STORE MATERIALS (5 SLOTS).]
(INTERACT)
-(CRAFT)
"Craft me a polearm handle."
[CRAFT:]
[LONG ??? WOOD HANDLE x1 (COST: 1 ??? WOOD, ANY 1 FIBER)
<REQ. TIER 1+ KNIFE, WORKTABLE {LVL 1+}>]
Ein looks upwards while the crafting of the pole was in process. "I don't have much time left..." It was getting darker and darker out. The two moons were already rising. If he had to estimate, he had about 15 minutes before the encounter. He had to hurry.
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About a minute has passed. The polearm finished crafting. He has 14 minutes left. 'I would've liked more time, but beggars can't exactly be choosers.' He holds out his arm to craft something. A weapon.
"Craft me... A flint spear."
[CRAFT:]
[FLINT SPEAR x1 (COST: ANY 1 LONG WOOD HANDLE, ANY 2 FIBER, FLINT x2)
<REQ. WORKTABLE {LVL 1+}>]
"Perfect." Now that's one more thing he needed under way. He needs one last thing. He still has 13 minutes. He has time.
He takes all his remaining materials and groups them together before extending his arm towards them. "Craft me a shovel."
[CRAFT:]
[FLINT TROWEL x1 (COST: ANY 1 SHORT WOOD HANDLE, ANY 1 FIBER, FLINT x1)]
Unlike the spear, which was still crafting, this item crafted almost instantly. Now, time for the final preparations.
[FLINT TROWEL]
[QUALITY: HORRID (TIER 1)]
[DURABILITY: 125/125]
[STATS: +1 TOTAL DAMAGE (NON-ELEMENTAL)]
[DESCRIPTION:]
[THIS IS A HASTILY MADE FLINT TROWEL CREATED BY THE HOST. IT CAN DIG, BUT NOT MUCH FOR ANYTHING ELSE.]
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...
He finally arrived.
The location of his first encounter.
It took him about 4 minutes to get here. It could've been much faster if he used (Sprint), but he only had so much STP. He wanted to save as much resources as possible.
Along the way, he harvested every fiber, flint, and wood he encountered. Why, you may ask? Well, when he acquired the (Survivor) skill, in the knowledge he received, there were a few stragglers. Knowledge of not just the crafting recipes he was meant to learn, but also the knowledge of traps.
While, yes, they were small and meant for catching animals, his system could probably improvise.
He looked around. No traces of Grimm for now. Good. He walks up to one of the trees surrounding the area and raises his hand to (Create).
"Can you make a snare trap for Grimm?"
[CREATE:]
[SNARE TRAP {LARGE} (COST: ANY 10 FIBER)]
"Alright, make that for me." He says as the snare trap begins to create itself. Next up, a spiked pitfall. Hopefully it can give him the advantage.
[CREATE:]
[PITFALL TRAP {WOOD SPIKES} (COST: ANY 12 LEAVES, ANY 8 WOOD)
<REQ. TIER 1+ TROWEL>]
"Perfect." He expunges 2 ??? Wood Logs and 12 Hemp and leaves the trap to make itself. All his preparations were ready. He leaves the area, making sure not to leave any trace of him being there.
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It took him 4 minutes to go back to his Worktable. On it sat the Flint Spear, ready and primed to go. He grabbed his weapon... No... His child. It was beautiful. Rough and unrefined, yet he couldn't help but treasure it.
At least he knows how Ruby felt with Crescent Rose now.
[FLINT SPEAR]
[QUALITY: HORRID? (TIER 1?)]
[DURABILITY: 120/120]
[STATS: +4 TOTAL DAMAGE (NON-ELEMENTAL)]
[DESCRIPTION:]
[A CRUDE WEAPON CREATED BY THE HOST. IT IS A POLEARM WEAPON MADE OF FLINT, WOOD, AND STICKS. THE HOST FEELS ATTACHED TO THIS WEAPON. DUE TO THIS, A HIDDEN POTENTIAL IS GENERATED WITHIN THE WEAPON.]
'A hidden potential? What does that mean?' He asked himself before snapping back to attention. 'No, I can't think about that right now.' After that thought, he ran back to location of his first encounter's location. It was almost time for the reckoning.
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1 minute left. His heart was pounding with excitement. He was holding his newly made spear tight. His legs are primed to jump forward.
He could feel the tense air around him. For a moment, he thought he got the location wrong. Until...
A rustling of a bush is heard. 'Here they are. The four Beowolf bastards that took my life.' His heart would've been stricken by fear if it wasn't for his skill, (Calm Mind), which activated the moment the Grimm were seen in his field of vision.
[ONE CONDITION FOR (CALM MIND) MET .]
[-WHEN IN STEALTH AGAINST GRIMM, -14% DETECTION RATE]
It is thanks to this skill that he is able to keep hidden in spite of his trauma. His negative feelings were being concealed to the Grimm.
Everything was set in motion. All he had to do now was wait.
And so he waited. And waited. Then he waited some more. He was patient enough.
Seconds felt like minutes. Minutes felt like hours.
Nothing but the sound of crickets filled the night air...
That was until one of the Beowolves stepped in his snare trap. The other Grimm were alerted and faced towards the entrapped Grimm's situation.
'Sprint!'
[ACTIVE SKILL: (SPRINT), ACTIVATED.]
[AGI ... 6 --> 8]
[SPEED ... +14%]
[-2 STP/S]
At his current agility of 8, his momentum would've already been insanely impressive, easily beating 20 km/h. However, (Sprint)'s second feature can make him even faster. From a 20 to a 22, he's confident he can one shot at least one of these bastards.
He currently only has 8 seconds to finish this fight. That's good enough. He rushes forward towards the beowolf farthest in the back... And he STRIKES with all his might!
[BEOWOLF HAS BEEN STRUCK.]
[DAMAGE CALCULATION (FOR UPPER BODY BASED MELEE ATTACKS):]
[(50%-100% STR (RANDOM CHANCE) + (SPEED/2) + WEAPON STAT BONUSES + ARMOR STAT BONUSES + SKILLS) x WEAKPOINT BONUS - ENEMY ARMOR]
[(2 + 11 + 4 + 0 + 0) x 1 - 3]
[13 DAMAGE HAS BEEN AFFLICTED.]
[BEOWOLF: INJURED]
He's not done yet. He knows full well this isn't enough to kill a Grimm. So he stabs it again, but this time, he's even stronger. Especially due to a certain skill.
[ONE CONDITIONS FOR (CALM MIND) MET.]
[-WHEN IN A FIGHT TO THE DEATH, NUMBS USER'S EMOTIONAL QUALITIES.]
[ALL CONDITIONS FOR (FIRST BLOOD) HAVE BEEN MET.]
[-WHEN IN A FIGHT TO THE DEATH, THIS SKILL GRANTS +4 TO ALL STATS EXCEPT FOR LUCK]
[-WHEN YOU HIT FIRST IN ANY FIGHT, YOU GAIN +5 TOTAL DAMAGE FOR THE REST OF THE FIGHT]
[STR: 2 (+4)]
[VIT: 2 (+4)]
[DEX: 3 (+4)]
[AGI: 6 (+2) (+4)]
[INT: 5 (+4)]
He can feel the power coursing through his veins. His attack pierces directly into it's eye!
[BEOWOLF HAS BEEN STRUCK AT A WEAKPOINT.]
[(5 + 12 + 4 + 0 + 5) x 1.7 - 3]
[32 DAMAGE HAS BEEN AFFLICTED]
[BEOWOLF: DEAD]
[OVERKILL BONUS: GURANTEED DROPS]
Where its eye once was stood a gaping hole about 4 inches in diameter. An instant kill.
One second has passed.
His previous limit of 8 seconds with sprint was now null. His boosted stats gave him a massive boost in his available resources.
[HP: 60/60]
[STP: 34/36]
The two untrapped Beowolves turned their necks towards him and immediately pouncing. Ein swiftly dodges back and jumps over a pile of leaves scattered on the ground. Not that the Beo wolves noticed as shown by one of the Beowolves attempting to attack him, leading to a quick death for the Beowolf by the pitfall he had setup.
[BEOWOLF HAS FALLEN INTO YOUR PITFALL (WOOD SPIKES)]
[PITFALL (WOOD SPIKES)]
[STATS: 20-30 DAMAGE]
[DESCRIPTION:]
[A ONE USE PITFALL TRAP MODIFIED TO HAVE LETHAL SPIKES PROTRUDING FROM THE FLOOR OF THE PIT FALL.]
[THE TRAP DEALT 25 DAMAGE]
[BEOWOLF: DEAD]
Two seconds have passed.
Two down. The other Beowolf that had chased him noticed its friend die and decided that, you know, it's probably not smart to fall into there. It took a short detour, weaving to the side and avoiding the pitfall.
Three seconds have passed.
Its life was cut short, however, by two swift strikes to the inside of its mouth.
[BEOWOLF HAS BEEN STRUCK.]
[(6 + 12 + 4 + 0 + 5) x 1 - 3]
[(3 + 12 + 4 + 0 + 5) x 1 - 3]
[35 DAMAGE HAS BEEN AFFLICTED]
[BEOWOLF: DEAD]
[OVERKILL BONUS: GUARANTEED DROPS]
A swift victory. Won in only four seconds. Despite (Calm Mind) supressing his emotions, he can't help but feel proud.
He walked over to the unfortunately ensnared Grimm, of which attempted to strike at him. Thankfully, he had a spear, so the Beowolf could only struggle.
Ein looked at the pathetic creature. He could only glare at its pathetic state. "I'll put you out of your misery." He charged up a big attack, pulling his spear back... And strike. Not just once, but three times in a single instant.
[BEOWOLF HAS BEEN STRUCK. x3]
[(6 + 12 + 4 + 0 + 5) x 1 - 3]
[(5 + 12 + 4 + 0 + 5) x 1 - 3]
[(4 + 12 + 4 + 0 + 5) x 1 - 3]
[69 DAMAGE HAS BEEN AFFLICTED]
[BEOWOLF: DEAD]
[SUPER OVERKILL BONUS: +30 LUCK FOR THIS SPECIFIC DROP]
He didn't hit it that many times for no reason. He did notice the first Overkill Bonus. Which is why he did such a cruel thing, even to Grimm.
'Well... drops, huh?' He thought. As he could recall, the Grimm in the show just disintegrated on death. Even here, they did. Whatever, maybe it's in his inventory. He extends his arm to expunge his inventory, only for...
[CANNOT OPEN INVENTORY IN COMBAT]
'Huh?' He was confused, what did it mean by *In Combat*?
That's when it hit him. There weren't four of them, there were five. One was specifically much bigger. And spikier. And way more armored.
That was an alpha.
'If there were only three of them here and none were the alpha, that must mean-'
His thoughts were interrupted by quick footsteps and growling from behind him.
Then... It pounced.
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Connection, but no death.
Ein still had sprint on, which gave him the slightest edge. He was still struck. His waist was scratched by its extremely sharp claws.
[HOST HAS BEEN STRUCK.]
[DAMAGE CALCULATION (GRIMM CLAW TYPE):]
[(50%-100% AGI + (SPEED/2)) x WEAKPOINT BONUS - ARMOR]
[(5 + 13) x 1 - 0]
[18 DAMAGE HAS BEEN RECIEVED]
[HOST: INJURED]
"Hrrgh!" He gripped his injured area. It hurt, but not a lot. His (Calm Mind) was keeping it in check.
[STATUS EFFECT: BLEED (-1 HP PER SECOND.), HAS BEEN APPLIED.]
His time was running out. He checks his STP reserves. 10 STP left. Not good.
The moment he regained his footing, Ein rushed forward towards the intimidating Grimm and stabbed with his entire body. Thankfully, it hit it directly in the eye
[A. BEOWOLF HAS BEEN STRUCK ON ITS WEAKPOINT.]
[(4 + 12 + 4 + 0 + 5) x 1.7 - 6]
[41 DAMAGE HAS BEEN INFLICTED]
[A. BEOWOLF: BLINDED]
The A. Beowolf roared as it staggered backwards. One of its eyes had been stabbed. It couldn't see too well. Therefore, it decided to swing wildly and aimlessly as it tries to defend itself while it's recovering.
'Tch. How do I get past that?' He couldn't risk getting hit again. He was already dying, he can't get hit again.
He extends his arm outwards to expunge something. His flint knife.
He was already at 6 STP and he can't keep this up any longer. He needs to end this.
Meanwhile, the A. Beowolf had recovered from its momentary blindness. It was enraged. If it could think, It'd be thinking about the audacity of Ein.
He couldn't be angry for long though, as it was struck in its other eye by a sharp knife.
[A. BEOWOLF HAS BEEN STRUCK ON ITS WEAKPOINT.]
[DAMAGE CALCULATION (THROWN WEAPON):]
[(50-100%STR + VELOCITY (SPEED OF THROWN WEAPON {50-100% STR + 75% DEX} - DISTANCE TRAVELLED IN METERS) + WEAPON STAT BONUSES + SKILLS) x WEAKNESS - ARMOR]
[6 + 4 + 1 + 5) x 1.7 - 3]
[24 DAMAGE HAS BEEN INFLICTED]
[A. BEOWOLF: ENRAGED AND INJURED]
It roared out loud once more! Now, it was furious. It could only see red. Pure anger filled its body. It ran towards Ein with reckless abandon. Ein did the same.
"GRAH!" Ein growled. This will be the decisive blow.
15 Meters. 10 Meters. 5 Meters.
Ein and the A. Beowolf thrust their weapons towards one another.
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[HOST HAS BEEN STRUCK.]
[(7 + 13) x 1 - 0]
[20 DAMAGE HAS BEEN RECIEVED.]
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...
[HOST: NEAR DEATH]
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...
[A. BEOWOLF HAS BEEN STRUCK.]
[(5 + 12 + 4 + 0 + 5) x 1 - 0]
[26 DAMAGE HAS BEEN DEALT]
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...
[A. BEOWOLF: DEAD]
That's it Ein had won.
With only 17 HP remaining and completely out of STP, he killed the opposing A. Beowolf.
[COMBAT CONCLUDED.]
[SKILLS DEACTIVATED.]
[CALCULATING RESULTS. PLEASE WAIT.]
His adrenaline was diminishing, the pain of his injury. He felt himself getting more and more tired. "Shit... I'm gonna pass out..."
He expunges his entire inventory a total of 41 Hemp, 37 Flint, and 72 ??? Wood.
"Create... firewood... then please make a campfire..." He said between tired and bated breaths. He doesn't know why he's doing this, but for some reason, he feels as if this will allow him to survive. Even if just barely.
[CRAFT:]
[??? FIREWOOD x5 (COST: 1 ??? WOOD)]
[CREATE:]
[CAMPFIRE (COST: ANY 10 FIREWOOD, ANY 5 FIBER.)]
The creation of the Campfire had begun. He had 6 HP left/
"And... Make a leaf tent..."
[CREATE:]
[LEAF TENT (COST: ANY 4 WOOD, ANY 20 FIBER)]
That was all he could do before his vision turned blurry and he began to feel nauseated. A thump could be heard. Ein had passed out.
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[DANGER. 5 HP REMAINING.]
[CAMPFIRE {TOWN SQUARE LVL 1}.]
[DURABILITY: 5/5 (HOURS)]
[STATS: -25% COLD, +25% HEAT, +1 HP PER 30 SECONDS.]
[DESCRIPTION:]
[A PILE OF STICKS AND LEAVES USED TO FIGHT OFF THE COLD. THANKS TO (REBIRTH), IT HAS BEEN GRANTED SPECIAL ABILITIES. IF PAIRED WITH A (HOME) TYPE OBJECT, IT CREATES A SAFE ZONE. IT DOES NOT GET DESTROYED WHEN IT RUNS OUT OF DURABILITY.]
[LEAF TENT {HOME LVL 1}]
[DURABILITY: 5/5 (USES)]
[STATS: -10% COLD, +10% HEAT, +1 STP PER 30 SECONDS.]
[DESCRIPTION:]
[A SHELTER MADE OF STICKS AND LEAVES. THANKS TO REBIRTH, IT HAS BEEN GRANTED SPECIAL ABILITIES. IF PAIRED WITH A (TOWN SQUARE) TYPE OBJECT, IT CREATES A SAFE ZONE. IT DOES NOT GET DESTROYED WHEN IT RUNS OUT OF DURABILITY.]
[(TOWN SQUARE) AND (HOME) DETECTED IN PROXIMITY OF ONE ANOTHER. CREATING SAFE ZONE.]
[SAFE ZONE {LVL 1}:]
[A SPECIFIC AREA WHICH SERVES AS THE HOST'S HOME BASE. IT GRANTS -20% UNIVERASAL DETECTION RATE, TEMPERATURE REGULATION, AND +5 UNIVERSAL REGENERATION. IT ALSO HEALS ANY NEGATIVE STATUS EFFECT THE HOST IS CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING.]
[CALCULATION COMPLETE.]
[RECIEVING REWARDS...]
[A. BEOWOLF x1: +5 A. BEOWOLF FUR, +4 A. BEOWOLF CLAWS, +3 A. BEOWOLF BONE PLATES, +6 A. BEOWOLF BONES, +1 A. BEOWOLF EYE, +7 A. BEOWOLF MEAT.]
[BEOWOLF x4: +18 BEOWOLF FUR, +20 BEOWOLF CLAWS, +18 BEOWOLF BONE PLATES, +27 BEOWOLF BONES, +8 BEOWOLF EYES, +33 BEOWOLF MEAT. +1 BEOWOLF SOUL]
[SLEEP DETECTED. SAVING GAME.]
[CONGRATULATIONS FOR SURVIVING THIS DAY.]