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All OR Nothing

In a post-apocalyptic world where survivors are granted superpowers, a band of proffensional idiots try not to kill each others Jack is someone who just wants to lay back and relax in a world without society But the devils hand says otherwise While he only sighs and is forced to move forward side note: i will be uploading this story on royalroad.com

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Aquamarine Fangs

"Here goes nothing."

[An inferior random loot box has been used.

Generating inferior weapons

An intermediate weapon has been generated.

Congratulations]

[Heavenly Aquamarine Fangs, II

Two short swords with the blessing of the ruler of the seas and skies. 

Passive effects: slow falling when equipped. Increased damage in a moist area]

Just then, as Jack was reading the screen, two short swords sheathed inside aquamarine covers, each having a wing on its opposite side, materialized in front of him. He was more confused than anything, as he caught the swords before they hit the ground. But they were gliding down like paper rather than falling like steel. 

Holding them, he felt light as if he were holding a stick, but they weren't weak by any means as he unsheathed the blades, their edge sharper than any blade he had seen himself,not that he had seen many. He tried to test the blade on the dead rat's body as he swung and ended up accidentally slicing the rodent in half as its upper portion fell to the ground. The lower leg is still tied by the legs hanging upside down.

"There is no way these are considered inferior." He read the screen. Yup, they were stated to be intermediate. His only question was, How did they even end up inside the inferior random loot?

He face-palmed himself, realizing something. Even if it was inferior, it was still a random loot box, and of course there was a chance of getting good sh*t. It seems like these weren't cursed or anything. Which was one of the reasons he was skeptical about getting them. Intermediate seems slightly better than inferior. Or at least that's what the two written in roman numerals next to the name told him. He assumed inferiority to be 1 that way. 

Just as he was thinking all that, he placed his swords on his waist with the help of the sheath holster. Just to make it easier for him to draw the blades when he would need them, he forgot about the rat's corpse all this time. 

And something definitely followed the smell of the blood as a snake even bigger than the one he had seen last time came slithering towards him. Of course, he was unaware of this feeling of being overconfident after his kill. But the rustling of grass made his ears perk up.

He realized something was coming towards him, and in that situation, the best bet would have been to just run away and leave the rat's corpse behind. But he had just gotten an actual weapon for once and had just finished his first successful hunt. There was no way he was letting someone else steal his game.

"This is getting annoying. I ain't giving this up, so come at me with everything you have. You scaly motherfucker."

He yelled at the snake, holding one sword in each hand, as everything went silent for a bit. There was no more rustling sound, almost as if the snake had gone invisible, but of course that was not the case. He kept his eyes everywhere, and suddenly the snake's body lunged out of the tall grass at him, but he was prepared. He had been caught by surprise too many times.

He dove under the snake's head and held up his sword blade above his head, supporting the blade with his other arm. As the snake ended up throwing itself at the sharp blade and getting cut right through the middle, its head was split in two as the blood spilled onto Jack. He felt disgusted by it, wanting to throw up, but held himself together. He was pretty sure he accidentally ingested some blood in surprise, and that made him more disgusted as he helplessly threw up in the end. 

[The second inferior creature has been killed.

+10 merits]

 

This time he wasn't given any special loot boxes or rewards, but as he stopped puking, he smiled, wiping his mouth.

"FUCK YOU, GIANT FOREST."

Was it anger? Probably. Was it the adrenaline flowing through his veins? Maybe, but today he had won, and there was no denying that. Today he had not only achieved his first hunt but successfully defended himself against a stronger opponent without being hurt. He felt proud, and the adrenaline only further pushed his emotions.

That night, he slept peacefully and on a full stomach. And so the third day ended.