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Getting over the limit

This world is called Kituc There lives a weak adventurer who seeks fortune and wealth. His name is Hivon. His weapon affinity is hook and magic is none. The odd weapon gives him a discrimination among the adventurers. No one can train him. Another curse is that his max Health point is lower than normal. Why do gods want to toy with his fate?

nomanlike · Fantasy
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18 Chs

Chapter 11: Lone knight

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Status:

- HP: 4.3M/5M

- Sta: 20/100

- State: Cursed(all stats are 20% lower except health and stamina)

Days left: 24

There is a limit to how much HP you can have. Once you reach level 35, it cannot be further extended. So, you should focus on how you distribute the other status instead. Higher the level means higher the status.

But in Hivon's case, a message:

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Alert

Whenever you level up, you can no longer extend your max HP.

However, you can get extra stats points.

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At this point, Hivon gets extra points to distribute stats instead of extending his own max HP. Thus means that he now has to think how he should distribute other stats earlier than others. Since he has lower HP than average, he has to invest in <evasive> stat. Maybe there is a condition to unlock <afterimage> skill. Some say that one has to dodge a lot of strikes in a row to unlock it, others say that one must have to dodge and strike back constantly until you hit a thousand times without losing HP or missing one strike. Some might say why don't hit a rock to unlock it? Gods don't approve of that mockery.

Hivon quickly returns to the town. At the guild, people look at him as if he has been through a genocide. Exhausted, dull gears and foul smells of blood. He puts a bloody bag on the counter.

"This is the head of a goblin shaman. You know what this means?"

"You slayed an entire settlement?"

"Not really. I made them scattered"

"All by yourself?"

"Yes"

"Is there anything that I can do for you?"

"There will be a big wave of attacks soon. Be prepared. I am not going to take part in it. I rather leave this town"

"How can you know this?"

"My cursed wound and this settlement. They give me a clue that there will be attacks that are led by a demon. The one that gave me a scar"

"It seems that you didn't lie. I will tell the others soon"

"Godspeed"

Hivon heads out. People in the guild are still skeptical about him. That makes no sense when one kills a settlement, shouldn't they be at peace rather than worrying about a next wave of attacks?

When the night falls, a figure dashes toward the forest. Dangling hooks, a bag making rattling noises and footsteps making wind breaking noises. He lurks and preys on a monster that is four times his size. Furry and sharp claws, drooling and crazy eyes. A thunder boar has rabies. Such a creature like this can crush humans with just its foot, but in this state, it can ram through the toughest leather armor without feeling pain.

The figure thinks that this thing can be defeated by just decapitation. But in reality, a piercing force to its brain should put it to eternal sleep.

**Kapew pew pew**

Flash powder to blind the beast but enrage it by accident, then he uses the hooks to pierce its head's skin.

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To set up a tent for camping, you must first unpack the tent gear. Then you stretch it out with sticks and frames. Next is to pin it down with a hammer or rock. Finally, you can open the tent and get inside

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It is over. What remains of the battle between the man and the beast is the man is still alive and the beast lies motionless. The figure lies down after exhausting himself in a battle of stamina like this.

The figure's face is similar to Hivon's face but unscratched. The name is Monthan. Who is he to Hivon?

By the morning, Hivon wakes up. Still going downstairs and having a meal with the host's family, then he pays the rent and leaves like usual.

Wounds of the past seem to haunt him again.

'It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!' He clenches his fists as he walks

At the guild, he reeks of killing intent. This makes people wary of him. But it doesn't bother the receptionist lady who usually talks to adventurers. She is not a normal person. She was once a head hunter who hunted down many bandits in the past. Her nickname was <Blurry Blood> which was taken after her moves were so fast that it seemed blurry and then only bloodstain on her blade was seen after the cut.

Her affinity was <sickle> and nothing else.

"So young man, what brings you here?" she leans her elbow on the counter

"Naga subjugation. I will go alone to raid their village and bring back <Hurricane blade>" Hivon puts the paper down and points at the naga's face

"This is for level 28 and above" She smiles a bit

"I am level 30 already"

"I believe you"

Hivon takes the paper with a stamped mark. He walks and buys some supplies. Food, water, fire starter, tacks, flash powder and this time, he buys a scroll that is contained inside a wooden cylinder.

He then walks alone into the forest and heads to The Foul Swamp.

He keeps walking, then camps and ambushes a group of naga hunters. Nagas are very skilled with blades and it is sharp enough to cut someone in half even if they hit the thickest bone of the human body. Some of them even adopt bows and arrows to hit their prey. If a naga is disarmed and desperate, they can bite like a python and grip their foe in order to make an opening for their kins or buy time for their kins to warn about the threat.

Nagas are snake-like so sulfur could repel them but it is not very advisable to bring that if one wants to hunt down this kind of foul creature. The swamp is quite wet so flash powder's power is reduced but however, Hivon bought flash powder not to use it as intended. He used it to create shrapnel bombs like that time encountered with those fungal creatures.

He picks a pebble from his small bag. Then he slings it to the serpent left behind to catch its attention. From above, he casts his hook to stab its neck.

The blood spreads on the water. They know that someone is nearby and going to hunt them