While moving, Théoden heard a peculiar sound. He quickly turned around to find a species of some kind near him.

'What is that?'

He was too focused on the big bolder to have noticed the creature. It was more like a demon to be precise. It had ebony dark skin with no fur. It took a humanoid figure as it stood in the front. Its eyes were hollow with a red glow in them filled with killing intent. Its sharp claws grew longer than its palm. Just looking at the thing, Théoden was already intimidated.

'What demon is that? Is it even a ...'

Yes, he was very intimidated. His heart beat fast, and his hands trembled. He was, however, breathing very calmly. Too calmly. He was sure that he was intimidated, scared, and wanted to run away. However, his feet were planted on the ground. His lips formed curves with a small smirk that only seemed to grow into a bigger smile. His eyes kept eye contact with the demon. Observing every movement the creature made. His body was moving on its own and not listening to his thoughts.

He was in a situation where he should have been scared, instead of so calm. He remembered he was excited instead of feeling scared in the face of danger.

'I want to run away. Why doesn't this body move? Come on move already. Why do you feel excited, you dummy?'

His thoughts were only filled with his desire to run. Ran far away. He regretted coming in this direction, then possibly he would not have met that thing. It was too late to regret. The thing had gotten even closer that running was giving your back to it. If he turned away he felt like he wouldn't even know how he died.

He could only face it head-on.

'I have no choice.'

He had decided not to be a coward anymore. This was a decision he had just made a while ago. Not to run from life anymore. Théoden wouldn't break that vow only a day into making it.

'What do I do? What can I do? Think, damn it. Think. How do I get away?'

That answer was quite obvious. He had to defeat the monster. At the very least immobilize it so it couldn't follow him. That was the only way he could get away with his dear life.

Observing the creature better, he saw that it had black stains running down its body. It looked like liquid. Seeing the many torn parts on its skin Théoden knew the thing was injured. The blank stains would then be its blood. However, the pressure didn't diminish as it got closer but only got heavier and more suffocating.

'What luck is this? The first thing I get to meet just happens to be a demon. I just got to this life and it seems to not want me already.'

He didn't dare break eye contact. He knew what the creature was trying to do. To first dominate the opponent by fear and access the opponent's strength. The second Théoden showed weakness or fear, his head would go flying. The sharp claws were as threatening as they probably looked. He didn't want to test the waters with his life on the line in a gamble he was not sure to win or lose.

He gulped. He felt the caress of the saliva as it went down his throat. It was true he felt nervous but his small smile began showing teeth. He tried to consciously control it but to no avail.

'I wish I could cry for help like a damsel in distress. How I wish I could.'

Stupid thoughts began to fill his brain as if having forgotten what was in front of him now, not more than ten meters away. He cursed this issue of not feeling the need to fear when his life was in danger.

He was still thankful for it since it was maintaining his calm in the face of danger. From the start to now, Théoden's face never aligned with his thoughts, but his feelings. He had to say he was feeling very excited. Every gland and hormone facilitated this. He was sure his Adrenaline levels were at the max.

His hands found their way to the hilt of the sword he had hanging on his belt. It felt a bit familiar holding it like this. Mallory's body was accustomed to the sword. He was, however, fragile and nothing could be done about it. Maybe it was because the person holding it was different but the sword felt at home in his hands.

Once it was in his grip, he felt things more sensitively. With it as the medium, his emotions, thoughts, and even movements had aligned. He felt the slightest movement of his fingertips.

Théoden's eyes gained a new conviction. A new confidence was awakened as he faced the monster in front of him.

'I must defeat it. Running is not an option.'

THE OMNIPOTENCE SYSTEM

[Name: Théoden Andras][Race: Human][Age : 16 years]

[Authority: None]

[Attributes: Strength:3 Dexterity:3 Stamina:2 Mana/Magic:2 Intelligence:1]

[Luck:???][Locked]

[Skills: None]

[Status: Weak/Normal]

[Newbie package.]