The bull showed his dominance in front of the wolves with steam blowing from his nostrils with every exhale.
With a huge build, very thick skin, a powerful physique, and a strong self-healing ability, it seems like this bull is the boss of this area.
Based on its strength, even if there were a hundred tier 1 hunters, they would not be enough to take down this monster.
Even each wolf would require at least 10-20 tier 1 hunters.
With the disrespect shown by the bull, the wolves still act submissive.
Satisfied, the bull walked away, while the wolves acted like humans checking if their companions were alive.
Ars was sweating hard; his heart beat like never before. I'm afraid there are more than 20 wolves out there; even if there are a hundred tier 1 hunters, that's not enough to fight this pack.
Ars had no choice but to lie down in mud and didn't dare to make any noise while the wolves were checking for their companion.
Wolves confirmed that the wolves that had been thrown to his location, the other one that had been Pierce, and the other one that had been smashed into the trees were dead.
The wolves howl in sadness while we were panicking and didn't know what would happen next.
The wolves ran away after mourning for their companions for a few minutes, and they just left the corpse in the forest.
Did they leave? Ars, not daring to show his location, slowly looks at his surroundings.
Scanning through everything, making sure that no monster can spot him.
That's when suddenly a rustle was heard; he saw the wolf near him that had been trashed away by the giant bull's skill, slowly twitching. It's like this thing just lost consciousness; it's howling weakly.
Ars was fucked; he might be found by the pack if he did not do something. He pulled out the large dagger given to him by his father, looted from the hobgoblin.
And slowly approached the wolf; the wolf felt his presence, side-eyeing him.
That's where Ars takes the chance to stab the wolf in the neck with all his might. When the blade made contact, he felt the rebound from stabbing the wolf; he felt that it didn't pierce through. Maybe his strength is not enough to pierce its skin. That's where he took the chance to stab it into the eye; surely the blade easily penetrated. He feels the hot sensation from the wolf's blood splattered on him.
The blade reaches the wolf's brain; it convulses and dies.
The wolf's aura was absorbed by Ars.
His system pops up.
And it seems like he leveled up since suddenly his speed had been added 4 points.
Strength by 2 and defense by 3
"Shit, does that mean killing monsters will make you stronger?"
Ars, look at the wolf's forehead; that's where the magic stone is: a 4 cm long and 3 cm wide crystal with faint bluish light from it, a magic stone of a low-tier mutated beast.
Ars collected the magic stone, extracting it using his knife. He struggled removing it. But he was able to after working on it for a minute.
"Wow, did I just benefit from the fight of those mutated monsters? Thank you, giant bull San!" That's what Ars thinks.
Ars touched the wolf's body and activated his storage. The wolf was eaten by a small portal like a black hole, and he put the wolf corpse inside his storage. That's where he saw that he could put even 20 wolf corpses inside to fill up his storage.
Clearly not contented, Ars looks at the two corpses in front of him a few meters away.
Ars cautiously walked, not daring to make a sound, and collected the wolf's corpse from the ground; he touched it, and the corpse was sucked up by his storage like a black hole.
He saw through his storage.
Inventory.
Shadow wolves 3x
Low-rank magic stone 1x
A sense of achievement welled up from Ars; after risking his life, he was able to take advantage of the mutant beasts' fights.
He also realized how weak he is, that even if he's awakened, that's still clearly not enough. Fight against these monsters.
Ars quickly collected some millers and stuffed them into his dimensional storage.
Near the river on the other side of the bull territory, around 50 meters away, there's abundant wildlife. Millers are almost as tall as him, with each grain as big as a peanut, according to his memories. His father once said before that a millet can grow from seedling into a harvest in just a month, making it the most available resource.
The millet is like rice with a nutty, bitter taste flavor. Ars knew what it was: that's the plant's low dosage of poison to protect itself from mutated beasts and humans who eat it.
It was starchy and can be a good ingredient for making noodles.
And Ars remembers that during high school he learned that Japanese millet, a type of millet on Earth, saved countless lives during depression and starvation, and he will try to see if how it's been processed on Earth can be done on these big millets as well.
He lost in thought; it's almost 2 hours now that he's been outside. He collected a few dried branches that fell off from the tree.
He walks hurriedly way back home; he knocks on the entrance.
1,2 12345 1,2 repeated several times until Uncle Dan opened it.
Ars hurriedly entered the cave.
Dan closed it right away.
"How was it, Chief?" said Uncle Dan.
The crowd gathered around Ars.
"How was it?" the leader said, Auntie Tina.
The crowd scanned Ars, who's clearly tired but empty-handed.
They are clearly disappointed because their granary is already empty.
Some men who were mocked earlier, who he said were weak, couldn't help but smirk.
"As I expected, he's not fit to be a leader," said one old man.
Yes, what would you expect? He's so young.
Murmuring was heard around the cave.
Ars didn't mind the comment.
That's when Annette walks towards Ars and tightly hugs him.
"Ars, my boy, are you fine?" I didn't know. You already go outside.
Ars feels the love of a mother he never experienced in his past life, as he was born an orphan.
He patted his mom's hair, whose eyes were in tears.
The others felt shame; they realized that Ars risked his life to try to go outside, and they felt shame that they had said something even though they themselves weren't a help either.
That's when people bow to Ars, asking for an apology.
Sorry, chieftain, we are greedy; we didn't realize that you risk your life to forage for us.
A man about 18 years old slapped himself with great strength, his face swollen. "Sorry, leader, I did comment on you when I myself couldn't even push up or squat like what you did."
"Ars, my boy! Don't be down; it's fine that you're empty-handed. Our reserves can last us for the next 3 days."