[ Level up! ]

[ All attributes +1 ]

[ Allotable points +2 ]

Out of nowhere, a hollow white light surrounded him, infusing his being with a surge of energy. A profound sensation of vitality and vigor replaced the prior fear, as if the very light that enveloped him had replenished his essence.

Startled, he felt a sudden surge in strength, a sensation that momentarily eclipsed the recent life-and-death ordeal from his mind. The newfound power left him momentarily captivated, overshadowing the haunting memories that lingered just beneath the surface.

Without a second thought, he instinctively opened his status window, eager to comprehend the changes surging through him.

[ Status ]

[ Name - Evan

Level - 1

Exp - 0/100 (0%)

Race - Human

Jobs - { none }

Titles - { none }

Health - 120/120

Energy - 90/90

Stamina - 140/140

Hunger : 45/100

Fatigue : 3/100

Strength : 8 +

Agility : 7 +

Vitality : 6 +

Defence : 6 +

Spirit : 4 +

Allotable points : 2

Physical Attack : 16

Physical Defence : 12

Magic Attack : 12

Magic Defence : 6 

Skills - { none } ]

"I really leveled up," he mused, a sense of accomplishment flooding his thoughts. Intrigued, he delved into the changes within his status window, discovering that all his basic stats had ascended by 1 points.

He glanced over his other attributes, noting the intricate changes accompanying the elevation of his basic stats. 

"Hmm, so my physical attack is double my strength stat, and health is a whopping 20 times my vitality," he murmured, contemplating the newfound intricacies of his enhanced abilities.

He observed with fascination that each stat had a direct correlation with its corresponding basic stat. The realization dawned on him that elevating the basic stats simultaneously boosted their related attributes, weaving a web of interconnected enhancements throughout his entire status.

Satisfied with the revelations in his status window, he shifted his focus to the lifeless form of the creature, now identified as a "Razorlop" by the system notification. Its blood-stained body lay still, a testament to the unexpected confrontation that had unfolded just moments ago.

A growing realization dawned upon him; the world outside the hut was no longer the haven of safety he once perceived. The encounter with the Razorlop unveiled the presence of lurking monsters, shattering the illusion of a serene environment and instilling a newfound awareness of the perilous reality that surrounded him.

"Now that I think about it, how long was I unconscious for? What day is it? Arghhhh, how am I supposed to know that now?" The barrage of unexpected situations upon waking had left him disoriented, and the passage of time became an elusive puzzle, neglected in the face of immediate challenges. Now, the task of unraveling the duration of his unconsciousness seemed daunting and uncertain.

Just then, as if a forgotten memory resurfaced, his blood began to boil with anger. The sudden rush of intense emotion hinted at a revelation or recollection that stirred a fierce determination within him.

"That cunning bitch surely had some strength" he muttered, the realization dawning as he recalled the events leading to his unconsciousness. The memory of a deceitful strike lingered, a testament to a treacherous encounter that had led to his incapacitation.

"Just don't let me find you in the future, or I will make you regret being born," he thought, a disgusted expression etched on his face. 

Gradually, he calmed down, acknowledging that his immediate focus needed to be on strategizing for his own survival amid the unfolding uncertainties.

He treaded carefully towards the lifeless Razorlop, wary not to make a single noise. The uncertainty of how many more of these creatures lurked in the surroundings fueled his caution; any inadvertent alert could be perilous. As his hand retrieved the spear from the creature's corpse, he remembered something.

Recalling that the system had supplied him with basic equipment, he wondered about their whereabouts. Then, it hit him—where there's a system, there must be an inventory. Voicing his thoughts aloud, he uttered, "Inventory." In an instant, a blue panel materialized before his eyes, revealing several grids. Two of them displayed the images of a sword and a shield, a welcome sight in the midst of uncertainty.

Spotting the sword in the inventory, his eyes widened with joy. It was a revelation of comfort for him, considering his profound proficiency in swordsmanship. Engrossed in fiction novels in the past, he had developed a keen interest in swordsmanship and martial arts, making the sight of the blade in the inventory a source of both familiarity and empowerment. 

Despite the mockery he faced for dedicating time in learning swordsmanship to what others deemed "useless," he remained unfazed. A man of singular focus, he disregarded opinions if they didn't align with his interests. Once his curiosity was piqued, he became an unstoppable force—indifferent to opposition, committed to mastering any pursuit that captured his fascination, a trait that set him apart in his unwavering pursuit of knowledge and skill.

Upon spotting the sword in the inventory, he wasted no time and swiftly decided to stow away the spear. Before his surprised eyes, the spear in his grasp vanished, replaced by its image in the third grid of his inventory. Without a moment's pause, he entertained the idea of equipping the sword. Once again, to his astonishment, a sword materialized in his hand, showcasing the seamless integration of his thoughts with the mysterious workings of the system.

A familiar sensation surged through his body as he equipped the sword, a comforting weight in his hand. In that moment, he couldn't help but feel that his chances of survival had significantly increased, the newfound weapon becoming a symbol of empowerment in the unpredictable world that surrounded him.

Still in awe of acquiring the sword, a subtle movement jolted him back to the present. His heartbeat quickened, and he shifted his focus to the outside of the hut. Anticipating potential threats, he assumed a defensive stance, prepared to strike at the sight of another creature. Moving cautiously to the side of the gate, he ensured he remained hidden from immediate view, poised to launch an attack at a moment's notice.