Looking outside, he saw rats. An army of rats was gathering at his tree, and most of them were crippled. But one stood out - the same white rat with red eyes.

That little bastard didn't run away because it was scared, but to call for reinforcements.

The rats poured in 4-5 at a time. Having nothing suitable at hand in this case, he forcefully tore off a horn from his spear and began to puncture each rat. The first one jumped right at him, but he quickly pierced it.

At the same time, the second one leaped towards his right leg, trying to bite. But instead, it received a kick in the groin and flew straight into the wall, shattering down. The third surrounded him and tried to attack from behind.

Not knowing what to do, the black man grabbed the fourth rat by the tail and threw it at the third. He did all this in a matter of seconds. His brain worked at maximum - not at 100%, but at 120%. He realized that he had become much faster at thinking, and there were several reasons for it:

Threat;

The damn system or status that fueled his mind, making him stronger;

A failed ritual from which he gained a tiny bit of combat experience.

But, in truth, it was all bullshit. The third was unnecessary because the army caught me once when I was still young, and they trained me for three months. I also did Kung-Fu, but not for long - just a year.

Right now, I'm trying to gather that smoke again. I'm not exactly sure what it is, but I think it's the purest necro-energy. This time, I gathered all the energy 5% faster. He couldn't scratch his head properly when eight rats came in at once. He struck and pierced those rats. But one of them still managed to bite him.

The bite wasn't serious, so he didn't look at the wound. Because of that, he didn't notice that instead of blood, some green slimy substance was flowing out of him. But it quickly hissed and two drops of something black began to drip with it. Falling to the ground, they began to hiss and destroy the black sand or soil. I don't even know what it is now - soil or sand. Or maybe something in between.

Killing all the rats that came, he realized that a new group of rats was approaching and now there were more of them - 18. Again, he pierced and kicked, even grabbing some of them by the tail and hitting others with them. Or against the wall several times. He struck to make sure they died. Looking at the small pile of dead rats, he said quietly with concern, "If I keep sitting in this hole, I'll definitely die. This won't work, I have to get rid of them somehow. That white rat sitting there, still sitting there. Only sometimes making scary sounds... Does she control this whole army?"

His eyes became harder. Taking the stick, he pushed the horn onto the head again, making it a spear, and putting on a cloak, he ran straight outside. Many of the rats stopped and attacked him

One rat was killed, another flew away, and others bit him. Those who tried to bite him from the back were met with a cloak, which prevented them from ultimately breaking through his flesh. And then they either flew away or fell dead. Looking at the white rat, he jerkily ran straight towards her to kill her. But when he reached her, she dodged and ran away, and instead more rats came. He killed them and at the same time was wounded. At the same time, he instinctively did not forget to gather energy.

Time slowly passed, and the rats became more aggressive, and he received more serious wounds.

Looking around, he searched for the white rat with his eyes. But she shrank and hid and did not show herself. How to find this rat? Stop! She was making strange sounds to control this army! Well, to find you on instinct, I must take a risk. With these thoughts, he began to concentrate his attention on hearing. Weakly, but he was able to determine where these strange sounds were coming from.

Ignoring the other rats and his wounds, he began to run straight towards the source of the sound. Approaching the source, he realized that the damn rat wasn't there. But the sound became stronger and the rats became even angrier. All at once they attacked him. But only one black rat sat there slowly moving away. "So that's it. You've been hiding here all this time." - Making a leap, he approached the rat.

He hit the strange rat right on the head, but before he could finish, a little white mouse jumped out of its mouth. Looking at him with its tiny eyes, it ran away from the black man.

Seeing the creature run, he resumed defending himself against the other rats' attacks. At the same time, the white rat turned and ran straight at the enemy. When she reached a distance of four meters, she leaped right onto the fighting man.

Killing and trying to defend himself from the rats, he realized it had become easier to fight the rodents and collect necro-energy faster.

And yes, it was indeed necro-energy. Gathering it in large quantities, I understood slightly less than 1% of its composition, what it was made of. And with that pitiful 1%, I realized what energy I had been collecting all this time.

After killing another rat, he saw the other rats stop. Suddenly feeling threatened, he looked to the source and saw the white mouse jump. No, it began to change. Its head grew to the size of a wolf's, while its body remained the same. Approaching at high speed, it opened its mouth. The mouth was toothless, but the teeth grew before his eyes, like those of a shark with multiple rows of teeth. And it flew straight at me.

It was already too late, and the rats left no place to dodge the attack. Grabbing the spear with both hands, I was ready to use it as a shield. But the rat grew its right paw and, in the next moment, hit the spear. I felt a strong blow and shock. Without thinking, I used my left hand as a shield, which ended up in the monster's mouth and was bitten. But before being severed, the tattoo with a triangle and a book glowed and moved to my right hand.

It all happened so fast that almost everything was done intuitively. And now the rats, which had refrained from attacking for a few seconds so as not to interfere, began to attack again.

The disgusting creature held a hand in its mouth. It was ready to eat it as soon as it spat it out, and began to growl like a dog. Where the left hand had been, there was now a terrible wound. And where blood should have been dripping, a few drops of black substance were dripping, which began to hiss and destroy everything it touched like acid.

The angry gaze of the mouse with a wolf's head, without a nose and ears and with only one paw, looked at its enemy, who was fighting with all his might. At the same time, the surprise on his ugly, wrinkled face did not fade.

What is running through me? What's wrong with my hand? What about the book? These questions swirled in his head. But he didn't stop and continued to fight off the new wave of rats.

The mouse with a wolf's head was ready to attack again. But it quickly stopped, grew long ears, and began to wiggle them. After a few seconds, it looked at its enemy. Then, through the pain, it became normal again. The little white mouse ran away, leaving the rats to attack him.

After half a minute, there was the sound of someone flying. And then a loud roar that lasted more than 7 seconds.

A strong sense of danger rang alarm bells. Looking around, he couldn't even see a trace of the mouse. The bitch ran away. The feeling warned of danger, looking again where that scumbag had been, he saw his hand.

Mentally preparing for a few seconds and fighting off rats, he ran to his hand and immediately moved the spear under his torn left arm. Grabbing his hand, he ran with all his might towards the hole. The rats, meanwhile, did not give up and attacked him constantly. But they all stopped at the cruel aura that bound them.

At the same time, he grabbed his hand and ran towards the hole near the tree. When he reached the entrance, he couldn't take another step. A deadly aura enveloped him, and the roar was sometimes audible.

Realizing that he could die, he made a few steps with all his might and jumped into the hole, clinging to the wall so that he couldn't be seen.

A loud crash enveloped the place as a huge gray creature fell to the ground. It was covered in torn wings and had many small wounds, some old and some new. It had a long and powerful neck, and at the end of it was a huge mouth with protruding teeth.

Watching this scene, Tanya had new questions. What is it doing? Why is it spitting out its prey? And why is it doing this?

Watching as this wonder began its hunt once again, he felt some doubt. Watching the beast, he felt that something was missing. It had devoured and then began to emit some sort of necro-energy. Wait, where was that strange mist? Was it hunting for that misty smoke, who knows? But it was definitely after it.

At some point, there were no more rats left. Logically, it should have left, but it didn't. It sat there, its mouth moving as if it had smelled something. It shifted its mouth to the stone tree where another snack was hiding.

With a running start, it slammed into the tree. But it was stronger and apparently tougher than other trees. Seeing that nothing happened, it became more furious. How did this creature sense me? It only has a mouth. But it moved as if it had ears, nose, and eyes.

But that's not important, it wants to eat me. What should I do, whom should I pray to? I don't know if this universe is real, but everything is like in anime. So I'll pray not only to everyone I know but also to you, Anime God Kadzima.

He began praying to all the gods. At the same time, the dragon-like creature was achieving its first successes. But suddenly, a new roar was heard from the forest, like that of a cheetah.

The creature stopped, hitting the tree, and as if looking with its mouth at the place where the cry came from.

A three-meter black panther emerged from the forest. But it was not entirely identical to the panthers on Earth. This creature had long fox-like ears, and its tail was long and fluffy. Its length was twice as long as its main body.

Looking at the dragon-like creature, the puma leaped and jumped right onto it, causing new wounds where there were recently old and new wounds.

Wait, where were those old wounds? Due to the whole situation, he couldn't see how his wounds were healing as he chewed on the rat.

With each passing moment, the puma became faster, until she became a black lightning bolt. New wounds appeared, but like the old ones, they healed. The dragon tried to attack, but the puma was too fast, and none of his attacks hit their target. He roared furiously, his anger boiling inside him. This creature had been bothering him for some time now, making it impossible for him to hunt properly.

For over five minutes, he tried to strike the puma, but to no avail. He roared powerfully again and began to run away. As he ran, he spread his wings and flew away.