Poison Dragon Spear!

Armed with the memories of Yule, Jason knew well that he was in the heart of the Undead Mountains, a rage teeming with creatures most foul and deathly. Among these, eight main types of monsters prowled:

1. Skeleton Monsters: Plentiful but least threatening.

2. Rotting Zombies: Strong, fast, and infectious.

3. Flesh Slime: A gargantuan mass capable of spraying acidic juices.

4. Ghosts: Ethereal beings that could possess the living.

5. Crypt Demon Spiders: Swift predators with webs stronger than steel.

6. Poisonous Demon Bees: Swarms with lethal stings.

7. Dead Birds: Speedy creatures with deadly undead flames.

8. Swamp Crocodiles: Beasts with a bite force to bisect an adult.

With these threats in mind, Jason set about crafting his arsenal. The first weapon he fashioned was a meteor hammer, designed to crush the skulls of his skeletal brethren and the wights. He found a sturdy branch for leverage and dug beneath the rock walls to gather suitable stones, small pebbles for long-range attacks, and a larger, fist-sized rock for the hammer's head.

He then harvested a length of iron wire vine, known for its durability, often used in rope-making. Wrapping the stone meticulously with nets made from maidenhair vines, he reinforced it layer by layer before weaving the excess vine into a rope with a looped handle at the end. Thus, a primitive yet potent meteor hammer was born.

"Heh, my college craftsman skills are paying off," Jason mused with a hint of pride as he tested the weapon's heft and swing. It felt solid, capable of delivering devastating blows.

However, facing more perilous beasts like Crypt Spiders, Dead Birds, and Mire Crocodiles required a different approach. A spear would serve not just as a weapon but as a crucial line of defense against such adversaries.

Jason scoured the forest's edge near the cave, seeking the perfect wood for his spear. After hours of diligent search, he discovered a tall, white tree renowned for its hardness, aptly dubbed the "axe terminator" for its resistance to nails and blades alike—a prime choice for weapon crafting.

Determined and resourceful, Jason embarked on the meticulous process of shaping his spear, a testament to his resolve to not only survive but thrive amidst the dangers of the Undead Mountains. His journey, marked by cunning and craft, was a battle not just against the monsters that lurked in the shadows but against the very essence of despair that sought to claim him.

Jason, with the agility that belied his skeletal form, scaled the towering tree, setting his sights on a thick, robust branch he deemed perfect for his spear. Despite his earnest efforts, the branch refused to yield under his weight alone, a testament to the tree's resilience.

Undeterred, Jason pondered over his next move, his fingers idly brushing his chin. An idea struck him; he would harness the craft of his hands once more. Fetching a sizable length of maidenhair vine, he fashioned a large net, draping it over the branch. With meticulous patience, he loaded the net with stones, gradually increasing the weight until the branch bowed under the pressure.

This laborious task stretched from the bright hours of the day into the encroaching dusk, and it wasn't until the following dawn's light graced the forest once more that the branch finally succumbed, breaking off. Triumphantly, Jason returned to his cave, cradling the fruits of his labor.

With a sharp stone, he meticulously carved a spiral of thin grooves into one end of the branch, wrapping it tightly with maidenhair vines to ensure a firm grip against his smooth, bony palms. The rest of the shaft received equal attention, smoothed against the roughness of the cave's rock walls until it felt right in his hands.

The creation of this weapon was not just a task; it was a ritual, imbued with the hope of survival against the monstrous inhabitants of the Undead Mountains. As night once again cloaked the world outside his cave, Jason beheld his creation: the Dragon Spear. It was a name that resonated with the strength and lethality he sought to embody.

He admired the spear, its tip honed to a deadly point, confident in its ability to pierce the hide of any foe. Yet, there remained one final touch to elevate its deadly grace.

Guided by moonlight, Jason approached a massive beehive, home to the venomous demon bees he had discovered the day before. These creatures, lethal to most, held the key to enhancing his weapon's potency. The venom, a valuable commodity outside these cursed mountains, was deadly to flesh but harmless to his skeletal form.

"Offer your poison essence to the great Skeleton King," he murmured, a wicked grin spreading across his skull. Unperturbed by the swarm's frantic stings, he harvested their venom, anointing his Dragon Spear with the lethal substance.

Thus, the Dragon Spear was reborn as the Poison Dragon Spear, a weapon of unparalleled menace.

[mission completed! Experience +10, Strength +0.4]

[Skeleton monster lv2 → lv3]

[Experience value: 5/20]

[Free points: 0.2]

With this achievement, Jason ascended to a higher level of power, edging ever closer to the pivotal moment of transformation. The path to becoming a skeleton soldier, with all the might and mastery it entailed, lay open before him, a beacon of hope in the dark.

The revitalizing wave of energy from his latest upgrade washed over Jason, erasing any remnants of fatigue. Without a moment's hesitation, he allocated the 0.2 freedom points he had earned directly into his constitution. A chilly surge coursed through his skeletal frame, augmenting his strength, durability, and endurance notably.

[Strength: 1.0]

[Agility: 0.4]

[Physique: 0.7]

[Danger Index: 3 (A new low-level monster, slow but with a hard shell and considerable strength. Capable of easily besting the little goblin. A very dangerous entity, children should approach only with parental guidance.)]

It dawned on him later, much to his relief, that the Poison Demon Bee had not been a target for the mission's reward criteria. A fortunate oversight, for it could have cost him dearly.

Beneath the moon's gentle illumination, amidst the mountainous forests, stood a skeleton adorned with a felt hat, rigorously practicing with a wooden spear.

Five hundred and thirty-six, five hundred and thirty-seven, five hundred and thirty-eight...

[The weak skeleton has crafted weapons and now prepares for true combat. However, mastery over these weapons must first be achieved.]

[Mission: One Night Thousand Times]

...

Having only seen the technique in videos from his previous life, Jason applied what he had observed to his training. He thrust the spear forward with both arms, utilizing the momentum from his right foot and the torque of his waist to propel himself forward. His left leg followed in a large step, driven by his calf and thigh, stabilizing his posture for the next thrust.

This repetitive action wasn't just practice; it was a ritual, each movement deliberate, ensuring familiarity with the weapon that would soon become an extension of his being.

...Nine hundred and ninety-seven, nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine hundred and ninety-nine, one thousand!

After completing a thousand thrusts, Jason allowed himself a moment of respite. Setting aside the spear, he next turned his attention to the meteor hammer, repeating the process until he had swung it a thousand times as well.

[Mission completed! Experience +5, Strength +0.2]

[Strength: 1.0→1.2]

[Experience value: 10/20]

This latest enhancement bolstered his strength to that of a robust adult human, significantly boosting both his confidence and capability in handling the challenges that lay ahead.

As he prepared for what the next day might bring, Jason felt a newfound sense of assurance in his actions, his skills and strength harmonizing to forge a formidable opponent against the lurking dangers of the Undead Mountains.