Inventory and First Pet

As Finn gazed upon the lifeless avian creatures before him, a profound sense of sorrow washed over him. The realization dawned upon him that he could not bear the weight of these deceased birds on his journey. However, in the depths of his despondency, a spark of hope flickered to life within his consciousness. It was a recollection of the inventory system he possessed.

Summoning the interface with a swift mental command, Finn initiated the inventory function. In response, a mystical, translucent interface manifested before him. It was an arrangement of ethereal cubes, structured in a 2 by 3 grid, each cube pulsating with the promise of holding his possessions and, in this case, the remains of the fallen birds.

[would host like to store vulture corpse x2 for 2 inventory slots]

[Y/N]

Finn observed with keen interest as the lifeless bodies before him slowly disintegrated into fine dust particles, which surged and swirled in a mesmerizing dance before melding seamlessly into the digital interface. This mystical transformation left behind a pair of enigmatic masks, nestled gently upon the cold, metallic floor. Swiftly, Finn's agile fingers reached down, deftly retrieving the masks and placing them with care into their inventory.

'Sadly, they do not stack,' Fin pondered, his gaze shifting to his inventory, which was currently filled to two-thirds of its capacity.

"Better make a swift exit before anything disrupts my day," Finn pondered, his heart pounding as he swiftly departed the vicinity. His instincts served him well, for he barely evaded disaster, as a flock of nearly ten vultures swooped down, seemingly arriving to protect their fallen comrades who sadly for them was already far gone.

With beads of cold sweat forming on his brow, Finn couldn't help but think, "That was a close call." He also decided it was time to delve deeper into his system and explore the pet tab.

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[Pets: none]

[Relationship level: none]

[level: none]

[Skills: none]

(Note: please tame something to use this tab)

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Finn sighed at the final note, acknowledging that the situation was far from ideal fro taming a beast like a lizard or vulture. Nonetheless, he made the conscious choice to return to his makeshift shelter. It was the only place where he could, to some extent, consume the vulture carcasses without jeopardizing his safety. As he examined the unappetizing appearance of the scavenged birds, he couldn't help but admit that they didn't exactly appear appetizing.

*10 Minutes later*

Finally returning, Finn wasted no time delving into his inventory to retrieve one of the scavenger corpses. As he commenced his meal, he was pleasantly surprised to find that it didn't taste as repulsive as he had anticipated. The vulture's flavor bore a resemblance to the savory combination of bacon-wrapped chicken, a revelation that left him unexpectedly satisfied as he at more and more.

*30 minutes later*

After savoring every last bite of his meal, Finn couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. As he gazed at the half eaten vulture before him, he was pleasantly surprised to discover that he had managed to preserve half of his feast. With a satisfied smile, he carefully stowed away the remaining portion in his inventory, knowing that it would provide him with a delightful treat for a later moment.

'I should head to sleep'

As Finn swiftly navigated through the vent leading to his shelter, he couldn't help but marvel at the solace it provided. Time seemed inconsequential in that moment. Whether it was high noon or the dead of night, his sated stomach ensured that wakefulness was a distant concern.

*Little while later*

Awakening, Fin sensed that not much time had elapsed, gauging it by the sun's gradual descent on the horizon. However, this passing of time didn't trouble Fin in the slightest as he leisurely emerged from his shelter, brimming with a newfound vitality.

Finn wanted to see if he could tame something before the darkness descended. Finn, contemplating his next move, opted to commence with a modest endeavor. He set his sights on the thriving batfly population that frequented the vicinity of his shelter's entrance. These winged creatures, their iridescent wings glinting in the dappled sunlight, had established an intricate dance in the airspace around his abode.

'Now how do i get them down here' Finn found himself lost in thought, desperately racking his brain for any fragment of knowledge about batflies. As he pondered, his mind sifted through the recesses of memory, sifting through the dusty archives of his past encounters with these mysterious creatures. Eventually, an idea began to take shape, one that seemed to align perfectly with his current situation.

'Art of throwing shit GOOO' As Finn withdrew his shield, preparing to hurl it like a frisbee, he contemplated the imminent moment. Little did he know, what was about to transpire would catch him completely off guard.

*POP*

[1 exp gained]

[1 exp gained]

[1 exp gained]

As the shield soared through the air at a breakneck speed, it transformed into a mere blur, its deadly trajectory leaving no chance for the three batflies that met their swift demise in its wake. Its relentless journey was halted only when it collided with a nearby steel wall, causing a significant deformation while the shield shatterd.

'THE HELL WAS THAT' Finn's mind echoed with a frantic scream as he grappled with the overwhelming disbelief of the moment. This was not how he had envisioned things unfolding when he had thrown his shield upwards, aiming to knock down a batfly for taming.

[After the user had consumed a satisfying meal, they found themselves capable of harnessing their complete strength, which had previously been at a plateau of 7.5]

'SO IVE BEEN FIGHTING WITH HALF MY STATS' His heart pounded with fear as he delved into his memories. The near-death experience still haunted him, but he quickly pushed it aside to confront his ongoing dilemma with the elusive batflies, for he desperately needed to devise a way to capture one of them.

'Is it time for my training arc?' Finn found himself pondering deeply, unable to conceive an alternative method to ensnare the elusive batflies. The lack of batnip left him with no other recourse but to exert precise control over his strength.

*1 hour*

Let's just say Finn struggled to control his strength; multiple times, he had to create new shields because he kept smashing them every time he threw one. This forced him to rest until his MP was full.

That was the case until he found himself in a state of perfect synchronization, where every movement flowed seamlessly. It was at this moment that he achieved his ultimate goal: throwing his shield with just the right amount of force, a delicate balance between power and precision, ensuring it didn't shatter upon impact.

'FINALLY' Fin thought as meticulously attempted the task several times, ensuring each repetition was executed flawlessly. With determination and patience, he succeeded, allowing him to finally proceed to address the batflies that continued to hover around his shelter.

*WOOSH*

Heaving his shield with practiced precision, he observed its graceful trajectory as it sliced through the air, with a silver glint. The unsuspecting batfly, oblivious to the impending peril, found itself ensnared in the shield's path. In a moment of impact, the winged creature was abruptly immobilized, its graceful flight reduced to a plummeting descent. It tumbled earthward, disoriented and bewildered, as Finn stood poised beneath, his arms outstretched in eager anticipation of the descending prey.

'Caught one at last!' Fin thought as he received a system alert

[The host possesses the ability to assert dominance over the [Batfly] either by engaging in a relentless battle of wills or by cultivating trust over a period of time. ]

Finn wasted no time in selecting option 1 to assert his dominance through sheer force of will. He had no inclination to squander his precious moments on something as feeble as a batfly when there were far more pressing matters to attend to. The skirmish of wills proved to be as brief as it was intense, commencing and concluding in the blink of an eye. The batfly emitted a faint, almost pitiful squeak before falling motionless, prompting a system notification to promptly appear on his screen.

[Congratulations to the user, who has successfully tamed the elusive creature known as a [Batfly]]