Dancing with Insanity

It was as if their first encounter was flipped backwards, like the Alt before his first death, the spider was heavily injured with eyes full of confusion and fear towards the unknown. The spider was overtaken by fear, and tried to run away by climbing up the wall to safety, but Alt caught up to it and stabbed one of her legs while stabbing another sword into the spider's body, and she fell down the wall due to the pain, crushing the human that stabbed it under her weight, but she had fallen in a position that was hard to get up from, and was struggling. The spider was panicking, the human trying to kill her keeps comes back no matter how many times she kills it, thus normally a position that she could just calmly get up from, was now one of the most dangerous and frightening position she could be in, as she couldn't use her legs properly nor could she accurately shoot her acid and was disoriented in this position. Because she was panicking, she found it difficult to get right side up again, and the human was already back, she tried to use her legs and smaller arms to defend herself, but no matter how much she fought back, by spitting acid all over him or stabbing and hitting him with her legs, it kept coming back again and again, stepping over his own dead bodies, often tripping over them, or slipping on the blood all over the place, enabling her to get a clean hit on him, but the human kept attacking while pulling swords out from in between the bodies, and cutting her again and again, switching swords by throwing the dull and broken ones backwards and prying new swords away from the still lukewarm hands of the bodies it was standing on, as if it was a immortal monster hell bent on killing her, she was consumed by fear and started to deeply regret previously thinking light of the being, believing it to be simply prey that just kept appearing to merely be killed and eaten by her, she had not fought against it that seriously, mearly toying with it sometimes for her entertainment, but now she was struggling to fight back, she ignoring her now hardly healing injuries, was ferociously fighting back try to finish the human off and climb up the wall to rest, but as blades kept being plunged into her and her legs kept getting cut off, eventually all that was left was a perfectly healthy Alt with 2 swords dripping with blue blood looming over a half dead spider, that didn't have any power left to regenerate, he stood there with a deranged smile on his face. As he slowly regained his breath while looking over the dying spider he decided to quickly check his stats, "Open Status"

Name:Alt Elohim

Ability:PreTutorial/Not set

Age:15

SkillsActive: None

SkillsPassive: [StressTolerance Lv8] [PainTolerance Lv9] [SwordProficiency Lv1] [PoisonResistance Lv3]

Titles: [A Fool Who Dove Into Insanity]

Equipment: [BasicRareMetalShortSword]

Bonuses: [X4 Exp Gain In Tolerance PassiveSkills]-From title [A Fool Who Dove Into Insanity]

He repeatedly died and came back over and over again to kill this thing, and while doing so he had leveled up his skills again. [PoisonResistance] had gone up a level, [StressTolerance] has increased by 2 levels, and [PainTolerance] had gone up a total of 3 levels and even gained a new passive skill by the time he was done. He did not even know how many lives he had left as he ignored everything, he had been completely focused on continuing to attack the spider. He felt a sense of satisfaction and euphoria while looking at the dying spider no longer doing anything except for twitch and stare at Alt. The being that had killed him over and over again, the being that made him feel nothing but fear before, now had all of it's limbs missing, multiple swords protruding from it's abdomen, with it's life dwindling before his very eyes, gradually a deranged smile appeared on his face. Instead of finishing off the spider, he instead took a couple steps backwards, sat down on a small pile of his own bodies and stared. He watched as the spider slowly died, the pool of blue blood slowly growing larger,... in the cave now painted red and blue, filled with the multiple dead bodies of himself, and the many legs he had cut off from the spider, in the cave filled with the stench of blood. The boy just kept smiling and giggling, watching the spider die... quietly... just watching... from a outsider's perspective the boy undoubtedly must have looked... Insane.