Forsyx said, "Player status."
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Player Name: Forsyx
Species: Human/Nil.
Class: Template Wilder.
Level: 2
Health: 100/100
Mana: 50/50
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STR: 5
AGL: 5
VIT: 5
INT: 5
STA: 5
DEF: 5
Condition: Healthy.
Unassigned stat points: 7*
Template slots:
Slot 1: Pipler Bird.
Slot 2: Green Hook Snake.
Class skill:
-> Template shift.
-> Mark of Wilder I
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Shit, his health was already full.
He forgot to measure the health and mana recovery.
Even though the recovery effect depended on stamina stats, its effectiveness varied with the class.
He sighed, realizing he needed to test it next time. Then his eyes focused on the 7 unassigned stat points.
So the extra 2 stat points gained were the same as in his last life.
It was good compared to the 5 stat points that common classes got, but not the best.
He remembered a few hidden classes that granted up to 3 extra stat points per level. Compared to them, his stat gain wasn't the best in terms of growth.
He thought for a moment and decided to save these stat points for later.
As a player, his current stats with the shift in stats his template gave were more than sufficient.
The big thing was that monster awakening cycle. It was better to wait until then.
At that moment, he heard footsteps—Henry was walking toward him with five waist-high, cute Timin pigs behind him.
Well, out of all the ugly-looking monsters, these guys chose the cutest type of pig.
Even though they were adults, they looked just like those chubby baby pigs he'd seen on some shows.
The kind of pig that was suited to being a pet.
Now he understood some of those sobbing sounds.
Henry smiled at him and said, "Here, warrior. You have to process them."
Forsyx closed his status screen and took out his knife and a water tank. He washed the blood off his hands and knife, then motioned to Henry, "Send the first one."
Henry nodded and pushed the first pig inside the section.
The baby-like pig looked at him with its wide, bright eyes.
He smiled and placed one hand on the back of its neck and the other below its chin, like he was hugging it.
At such close range, he felt the warmth of its body. Its loud heartbeat sent vibrations through his chest.
He sensed the rhythm of the pig's heartbeat.
In all that, he just kept looking at the pig's mouth.
Then, the next moment, he slashed at its nape and pushed the pig head down.
Shhhh! Shhhh!
The pig started squealing, but he just pressed its neck to the ground.
Not giving it a chance, he stabbed the side of its thick neck and pulled up.
A hot streak of warm blood drenched his entire hand.
Not caring, he kept pulling the knife to widen the wound. He felt the sharp blade cutting through the thick muscle.
Pig struggled with its full strength. But Forsyx pushed its neck on the ground with full force.
Soon, the pig slumped to the ground.
He shifted the knife to a reverse grip and stabbed the other side of its neck while practically sitting on top of the pig's body.
It continued to shake for a moment, and then he saw its eyes lose their light as its body went limp.
In the next few seconds, the big baby pig was no longer with them.
Forsyx maintained his poker face. Wasting no time, he sawed off its entire neck.
Then, without pause, he pulled the carcass by its hind legs and stabbed it through the big hooks hanging from the side wall of the section.
Chiiin!
The weight of the pig rattled the chain attached to the hooks, but they easily handled the pig's weight.
He watched as a streak of blood flowed down from the neck of the carcass.
He had learned this method of blood-draining in his last life. It was just that he wasn't sure if it would work for enormous pigs, too.
But seeing the hooks around, he had decided to try it. And it looked like those hooks were there for this same purpose.
Forsyx calmly wiped the blood from his hand and glanced at Henry, only to see the guy staring at him, mouth wide open.
Forsyx sighed.
It looked like this dude had just joined the shop. He started washing his hands and said, "Send the next one."
Henry stood there, stunned. He had always thought he was at least better than these warriors, but that belief had just shattered.
Just before his eyes, Henry saw one of the warriors cleanly slice the pig's neck without even flinching.
He didn't even react to Forsyx and just asked, "Warrior… did you used to be a butcher?"
Forsyx raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "Dude, I just killed the pig. There's no butchering here."
Henry just stared at him and asked again, "But… isn't killing the creature the hardest part?"
Forsyx smiled and said, "You must be new, right?"
Henry blushed at that. He felt that smirk—the same one he used to wear while enjoying other warriors' misery. He wanted to leave, but… if possible, he wanted to see it one more time.
So, he swallowed his non-existent pride and sent the second pig.
Not caring about the NPC's internal turmoil, Forsyx walked up to the second pig.
He could sense a bit of nervousness in this pig's eyes. It was just that these things were so dim-witted; they didn't even know the situation they were in.
Forsyx hugged this one, and it actually calmed down.
This time, he felt his own heartbeat. This kind of killing actually made him a bit excited.
It was the same kind of excitement a child felt at the top of a roller coaster, just before it was about to drop.
In the next moment, his lower hand moved at lightning speed while he pushed the pig down, repeating the same sequence.
The pig squeal died within the second, and soon another headless carcass hung down from the second hook.
It was just the start. One after another, he did the same to the other three pigs.
Soon, everything in his section was quiet, with five headless pigs hanging from the hooks, ready to be processed.