Skillful Baron

Inside the game, Wallace stood tall, but his body shook with a mix of anticipation and exhaustion. He had been walking for hours, breathing heavily, and fighting lone creatures that would attack and ignore those who do not attack him

However, now, his entire focus was on the creature before him.

It was a breathtaking sight, an impressive figure that commanded respect and admiration. Its huge body was covered in rough fur, its snout extended with sharp claws that shone menacingly in the dim light. Its prominent ears twitched, capturing every sound around.

Despite its intimidating size, Wallace could sense the true nature of the creature. It was a plant-eater—herbivore without a doubt.

The enlarged snout and claws were not weapons for hunting, but tools for finding insects and termites in the ground.

As he observed the creature, a thought sparked in Wallace's mind.

It stood still, unaffected by the strong smell of the "Blood Pheromones" emanating from him. He realized that the creature's level, proudly displayed as [Level 6]" made it immune to his pheromones.

"No wonder," he mumbled.

A mischievous smile appeared on Wallace's face.

Back on Earth, players are also wondering why giant herbivores are not attacking the young blood predators, now he knew that was because of level sand stuff.

This was his perfect opportunity—a plant-eater—herbivore unaware and unsuspecting, a prime target for his skills and a way to level up.

With the plan formed in his mind, Wallace moved with careful precision. He approached the creature, taking measured and silent steps.

In his hand, he held a shiny knife, its blade sharpened with bloody veins to a deadly edge.

Swoosh!

With a quick motion, he struck the creature's forehead, the blade sinking deep into its flesh.

Ooooirrrrkkk!!!

A muffled sound escaped the creature's mouth, its eyes wide with surprise and pain.

But Wallace wasn't done yet. He knew that one strike wouldn't be enough to end its life. He pulled out the knife and, with a clenched fist, delivered a powerful punch to the creature's snout, silencing its weak cries.

Kabang!

The impact sent a shockwave through his arm, but he ignored the pain. Adrenaline surged through his veins, fueling his determination.

With that punch, the creature crumpled to the ground, its life slipping away.

Soon his level became [Level 5] from [level 3] after bathing with its blood.

It was that fast!

Killing a creature much higher level than him.

Wallace stood over it, a mix of triumph and sadness in his eyes. He had achieved his goal, leveling up and becoming stronger, but at the cost of another creature's life.

Still, this is a game and there was no time for regret, plus, as the game called him forward, he needed to answer that.

Haaa!!

Taking a deep breath, Wallace wiped the sweat and blood off his forehead and moved on.

…

The bunch of knights and mages stood amazed as they watched Baron Wallace swiftly and carefully defeat and kill a giant Aardvark.

The unknown creature, that looks fierce and strong, had no chance against the Baron's skillful moves.

Every action he took was precise and well thought out, showing an expertise that left everyone astonished.

"He's really fast," Mage Marcus said, his eyes fixed on the Baron's every move. The others nodded in agreement, clearly impressed.

"When he approaches it so carefully," Cedric added, "I can't help but think that he's fought and killed creatures like this before. It's unbelievable that someone who has been locked up in a room their whole life could have that kind of knowledge and skill. He fights like a seasoned warrior."

The Mana Knights, experienced in combat and knowledgeable about battle tactics, marveled at the Baron's effortless display of skill.

They couldn't help but wonder how a person, especially someone who was not recognized as a legitimate member of the prestigious Toraz family, could possess such remarkable abilities despite a lifetime of isolation.

Suddenly, their attention turned to Butler Mendez, who was standing nearby. "Sir Mendez," one of them asked, "is Baron Wallace really confined to his room all his life?"

Butler's expression changed, showing a mix of confusion and curiosity. Although he couldn't see the interaction between the knights and mages, he could clearly hear their conversation, as if by some strange ability. He nodded to acknowledge their question before giving his response.

"He claims to have been locked up in his room, and I have only met him a few times. The late Baron wanted to keep him hidden from prying eyes," Butler Mendez explained.

Alistair, thinking about the situation, chimed in, "Maybe he received training, like his brother did. It's not uncommon for nobles to prepare their children for combat, just in case of emergencies."

The group pondered Alistair's suggestion and found it believable. Indeed, it seemed likely that Baron Wallace had undergone intense training in secret, perfecting his skills.

This realization only deepened their fascination with the mysterious Baron Wallace before them, they wanted to see more on how he fights.

Soon, the group of magic users stood in awe as they watched Baron Wallace skillfully defeat another terrifying creature within the game once again.

However, amidst their amazement, Jasper couldn't help but notice something strange.

"But there's something odd about it," Jasper said, his voice filled with curiosity. "When the creature before and this creature saw him, it didn't attack him even though he had a special scent. Isn't that strange?"

His words hung in the air, causing the other magic users to exchange puzzled looks.

They, too, had experienced the relentless attacks triggered by the special scent during their turns.

They had been attacked mercilessly from all directions.

So why was Wallace spared?

Silence filled the room as they pondered Jasper's observation. Suddenly, Rederic, who had been studying the projection of Wallace's gameplay, broke the tension with his discovery.

"It was because of the difference in levels," Rederic interrupted, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "I encountered a similar creature, a facehugger, but it was larger and more powerful. It didn't attack me right away, probably because I was weaker than it. Only when it sensed that I intended to harm it did it strike back."

His words hung in the air, each syllable dripping with suspense.

The group leaned in, their curiosity sparked by the implications of Rederic's revelation.

Meanwhile, Baron Wallace's target had been of a higher level, resembling more of a plant eater than a flesh-eating monster.

A collective gasp rippled through the room as they realized the truth. The pieces of the puzzle were coming together, exposing a reality that sent shivers down their spines.

"Is that really possible?" Jasper wondered, feeling deceived.

The same thoughts echoed in the minds of others, like Mage Marcus, Alistair, Cedric, Eldric, Gideon, and Ivander.

However, Marcus soon remembered something. "But when it was my turn earlier, why did the creature at level eight attack me when I was only at level seven? If I'm weaker, shouldn't it have spared me?"