Chapter 8: Grinding an iron bar to a needle

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Status:

- HP: 300/300

- Sta: 20/25

**Pew**

The wolves are now blinded. Hivon pulls a wolf among them to a trap.

Six

Take no hesitation, he pulls another to a trap

Five

The wolves are now retaliating. He steps down from the tree. Taunting them, he whistles out for a challenge.

Getting irritated, the wolves charges at him. He quickly throws his hook at the front one, reels back and strangles it quickly. When the others get closer, he flicks pinches of flash powder pebbles to their eyes, renders them confused. When such things contact one's normal eyes, he will get permanent blindness.

- Sta: 15/25

He needs to finish them fast. He quickly grabs his dagger to stab the struggling wolf at its neck. Then taking chances while they are dazed, he one by one slit their throats with his hook and strangles the last one with rope.

- Sta: 10/25

- Sta: 9/25

- Sta: 8/25

He is getting tired. But it is not dead yet.

- Sta: 7/25

- Sta: 6/25

- Sta: 5/25

Can't be down yet, if the wolf breaks free, he will get eaten

- Sta: 4/25

- Sta: 3/25

- Sta: 2/25

It is still breathing and it is still trying to break free

- Sta: 1/25

- Sta: 0/25

- Sta: -1/25

It is dead. It stopped struggling. Tougher than the first one he ever dealt with eh?

He passes out.

By the morning, this comes to him

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Alert

New weapon affinity acquired

String

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In this world, to make it more interesting, gods decided to implement one reward for daredevils. Risking his own life in order to obtain new affinity, whether it is common as putting yourself on fire to get fire affinity or attempting getting almost drowned to get water affinity. But these acts are very dangerous to attempt. Even some nobles want to do it with their servants around but gods only accept those who are actually risking his own life rather than those in safe nets to obtain new affinities. So many have abandoned this idea and then they build a society where the privilege of luck from birth is more dominant than effort to get a new one.

<String> affinity seems weak at first glance, if one trains it with another weapon affinity, chained weapons are the best bet for those who have other weapon affinities beside the <string>. Chained swords, chain spears, chain daggers, etc.

To Hivon, <hook> and <string> go well together to grab the enemy and to slice their neck if he needs to.

He stands up, goes back and tells the village chief that he had defeated those vile wolves last night. The proof is those heads of the wolves and the people recognized every single one of them. He walks back to the guild with a seal of approval from the village chief.

Upon the entrance, people look at him. Messed gloves, dried blood and his leg dragging walking.

"So where is the seal?"

"It is done. Can you get me a healer?"

"Sure"

**Thump**

Hivon blacks out again. When he opens his eyes, he sees a ceiling of foul green, quite comfortable bed and a small table with a flower vase. It has a blue rose.

"Two years ago, you asked me about the treatment of a scar. But I simply said it was impossible."

"Where is my face?"

"Your helmet? I put that away"

"My face! My face! My face!"

"Relax, it is over there." The nurse points at the corner of the room

She is dressed like a usual nurse should be but except, she is a chief so she has to have a cross on the left of her blouse.

"I want my face back" Hivon tries to get out of the bed but falls

"Your head hurts. If you put that on, your recovery will be slowed down"

"It is my face! It is my face! It is my face!"

"No one else can see you now. I promise you"

"I will calm myself down then. How long will I have to stay?"

"One night then get out"

"Why are you so rude to your patient?"

"Your wailing makes other disturbed so I wouldn't let you stay for long"

What is happening now?

The answer: The burden on him is too heavy to the point that when he rested once at the village was not enough. Then the second time was when he was trying to drag himself to submit the evidence. The reason behind the burden was the fact that the demon is getting near. The scar is acting up, hurting the young man's head and forcing him to be weakened.

No one ever knows about this except the nurse and himself.

The next morning, there is a new paper on the board. This is what Hivon fears. A demon's footprints were spotted nearby. This is a quest for three digits level adventurers.

"Pagpag, I think you should head back before your neck flies away. We don't know if we can save what is left of yours" A strong male voice.

"Tell me about it. You were there. You are a coward. You left me to this. I had to take it for those behind the wall. Isn't that right, Zante?" Hivon points at him

"I was there? I didn't know there was a thing. Beside I got there to see you were in a bloody mess" Zante shrugs

Zante has been a swordsmaster with barrier magic affinity since birth. He is a level 327 adventurer. He is in the same recruit batch as Hivon. But he gets the level quite quickly. With his luck since birth like that, he reached level 100 in three months.

"Tell me, have you ever seen the abyss? Have you witnessed a near death experience? Have you been hopeless?"

"Tch, weakling like you surely experiences that"

"Let's make a bet. If I don't get level 100 in a month, I will resign from adventuring. If I win this bet, you will have to go with me to kill that demon"

"Well, this sounds like a fair bet for me. But I have something for your pity. Here," Zante puts down a hook ", a better one than the iron you have been using for two years. This is made from a mandible of a lunar moth. A level 20 one if you can handle it. Ha Ha Ha. See you in a month, Pagpag" He leaves the guild after snatching a quest from the board.

Everyone else seems to get back to their discussion after that small ruckus.