Finally.

Since I decided to make clothes with my poison, I would need to use the said poison and my mana to do it, the problem lies in the recovery process and its long duration.

I kind of expected to take some time to finish, but to waste almost 2 weeks on this was something unexpected to say the least. Maybe I overdid it, the focus here was a pair of pants, one underwear and a long sleeved shirt.

The finished products were all the above stated and a pair of boots, socks and a cloak for me. Everything was a shiny green in color. While the cloak could not hide me in terms of stealth, it could help me in fights since I did not want to use my poison clothes and be naked as I throw poison at the enemies.

Not naked anymore my hand pulled the cloak hood to cover my face and the long black hair that required an attention, it needs to be cutten.

Made by my poison the substance could be rearranged to be free from filth and so it would not smell. So from time to time I would have to clean it using mana, not that much of a problem.

Tired of this, I went away to take some food, tomorrow I would be travelling to the closest big city so it would be good to have at least some meat, with my new digestory system the uncooked thing is eatable, however, this will never happen if I can have some fire and herbs.

After evolving, my progress on experience got significantly harder, even when I killed another monster that could rival that tiger, my bar only went up by 13%, of course this went more downhill when I managed to level up to the 11 mark.

...

It was finally night - 'I hope my future is as awesome as me.' I thought.

'Making something to sleep on with my venom is not a bad idea... I think I should try it...' I closed my eyes and my mind went to sleep along with my body.

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Finally, as Nash walked, the trees began to distance themselves from each other making way to the sun, the beams were able to infiltrate through the leaves. The child was covered with very bright clothes. Since he had to take more time to make those, he took advantage of this and ended up making another dagger.

On his left leg you could see another new thing, a little pouch that he stocks poison needles. The good thing is that his level on the 'Substance Arrangement' was high and this made that only very high tempetures could melt his garbs.

Pacing at a walking speed Nash had a hood covering his face while he appeared outside of the forest again after some time. In front of him was a big plain full of grass that extended until the eyes could reach.

His face creeply grinned beneath the hood as thoughts about leaving this place in search of loot again surfaced for him. Nash really enjoyed money and things in general that had worth, the old treasures that was kept on his cave probably got stolen, so no use going to search for it.

It's obvious that he had other spots that held his wares scattered around the world, he was kind of a nomadic there. And now this feature remained in him.

All this time that he is being reminiscent of his past, he didn't stop walking, well... he's not going to reach anywhere that soon. Thinking about something is the best cure to make time go faster.

'I have food for a couple of days... hope I find food on the way.' Nash thought. Inside his mantle a dead rabbit could be found, he had to be careful on where he would be eating his food since as his body changed a little after evolving he now felt less hunger but when eaten recently Nash must wait to move again.

It's not as if Nash cannot move, but the body pays more attention to the stomach and expends more energy to digest. This happen to make it easier to the snake to move to protect itself, this trait got passed down to Nash now.

So he needs to be careful and spend some points to fix this.

Cleaning his thoughts, Nash's eyes flashed as he started running while having his body spend mana to go faster. His mana pool indeed got denser, he can carry things that use mana for a longer time.

...

'It is time to make some money!' Nash mused as his figure dashed on this open space clean of trees. His eyes got a glimpse of a wall very faraway, all this time that he has been running had stopped the night before to eat and rest.

Now getting close to the city's wall, he had the idea to sell some venom and get his allowance to acquire good food and alcohol. The decision to make anything for money was something on his mind for a while now. Nothing would stop his ascend.

Near the entrance of the city a two lines could be seen, a line made of people waiting and one made from a bunch of caravans - 'The latter is presumably the tradesfolks.' Seeing this, his dash direction changed a little and he went to the line full of people.

...

Close, his tiny figure managed to spot different races on both lines - 'Woah! Look those lizard people! Nice scales!' Nash admired while missing having those.