Chapter 7: Ratmen

Arriving at the desolate museum, I felt a surge of determination to find Tony alive and well. With cautious steps, I approached the front entrance, a grand set of stairs leading up to imposing double doors. As I stood before them, a sense of uncertainty gripped me—where should I begin my search?

Recalling our conversation from earlier that morning, I remembered Tony mentioning that he would be working in the legends and myths section for the week. With this information in mind, I swiftly made my way to the left, following the signs that directed me towards this particular section of the museum.

As I navigated the corridors, I couldn't help but marvel at the exhibits that surrounded me. The legends and myths of this world were vastly different from those of my own, resembling tales from movies or television shows. Despite the familiarity of the themes, there was a distinctiveness to them that intrigued me.

'Huh, what was that?' My curiosity was abruptly interrupted by the sound of footsteps echoing down the hall. Instantly, I froze in place, instinctively seeking cover behind the imposing statue of a knight in armor. non existence heart pounding, I waited in tense silence, my senses on high alert.

As the source of the footsteps drew nearer, I braced myself for whatever—or whoever—might emerge. To my astonishment, what came into view was not a human, but a rat unlike any I had encountered before. Walking upright on two legs and brandishing a crude club, it patrolled the area with a predatory vigilance, its keen eyes scanning for any signs of movement.

'Lets wait for—' Before I could finish that thought, the ratman immediately spotted me and charged toward me with its club raised. Without hesitation, I lifted my rebar club, ready to strike when it came within range.

As the ratman closed in, I swung my club, aiming to land a solid blow. However, it swiftly dodged to the side, evading my attack with surprising agility. Before I could react, it closed the distance and attempted to strike me with its own club.

Fortunately, I managed to dodge the ratman's attack by releasing my weapon, causing it to swing wide. Seizing the opportunity, I acted quickly and delivered a swift kick to the creature's face. Though lacking in strength, the blow was enough to send the ratman stumbling backwards, disarmed and vulnerable.

With the advantage now in my favor, I wasted no time in pressing my attack. Using my skeletal fists as weapons, I unleashed a flurry of blows upon the ratman, pummeling it mercilessly until it squeaked in agony, unable to defend itself against my relentless assault not stopping until I heard a notification from the system.

[Tier .5 creature killed: 10 exp]

[level up]

[2 stat points]

[all stats improved by .5]

Feeling a surge of strength coursing through my skeletal frame, I sensed a tangible increase in my abilities. With newfound vigor, I wasted no time in allocating my newly acquired stat points. Recognizing the importance of strength and agility in the face of danger, I immediately invested the points into these attributes, enhancing my prowess in combat and ensuring that I would be better equipped to handle future challenges.

With my stats bolstered, I felt more confident in my abilities to wield the rebar club effectively, ensuring that I would not be left weaponless again in the midst of battle and it will soon proved useful as I heard more Ratment coming this way.

'Time to power level'

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[Name: Brook. D .Newport]

[Race: Undead]

[Species: unstable Skeleton]

[Class: none](Reach level 10 to receive a class)

[Rank: 0]

[Level: 2](0/200)

[Health: 2.5/2.5]

[Mana points: 2.5/2.5]

[Stat points: 0]

[Strength: 3.5]

[Endurance: 2.5]

[Agility: 3.5]

[Wisdom: 2.5]

[Intelligence: 2.5]

[skills: none]

[Note: Keep up the Good work]

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