"Darn, this is taking an eternity," Henry grumbled under his breath, his hands working tirelessly to cleanse the goblin den. The mana-eating plants had overgrown, and the non-crystallized goblin corpses were a sight for sore eyes. Four days passed in a blur of cleaning and preparation, transforming the den into a fortress with a planted barrier of mana-eating flora enveloping the cave's entrance.
With a new home established, Henry's thoughts turned to newer Heights. "It's time I retrieve what's mine," he declared with a steely gaze, though not before pondering an innovative idea—a slime toilet.
Days melded into routine; training and scouting filled Henry's hours. "I'll never get used to eating unseasoned food," he lamented between bites. As the rain pattered outside, its relentless downpour confining him to the cave's mouth where he sat by a comforting fire.
"I'm no weatherman but it looks like this rain's here to stay, but at least my plant barrier is working," he mused aloud, finding solace in his solitude. As the rain ceased after four days of consecutive downpour, Henry's curiosity was piqued by small crystals within the goblins' bodie's, it was the size of a pebble. He pocketed a mana crystal for safekeeping alongside two others he collected from uncrystallized goblins the rest were devoured by slimes. "They seem to be the famed mana stone's but I need more evidence. Ow well, I'll figure it out later" he placed it in an open box along with the other ones.
Clear skies beckoned Henry forth as he retraced steps to his first campsite. Five days of searching and he found it his former camp, now a shadow of its former self. Memories flooded back, he analyzised the camp his solar power station was broken the only thing he had left, but there was no time for nostalgia—the ogre awaited. He
Armed and resolute, Henry approached the ogre's lair. His old camping gear lay amidst dust and bones; at the corner of the entrance of the cave where he left it, he pick it up and ramaged through his bag checking the condition of his belongings, there seemed to be no hope for his other electronics.
Yet he was still exited for finding his belongings, he took his bag and left the cave heading home but fate intervened—the ogre returned, battered and barely clinging to life. A grin spread across Henry's face; this was his moment, he dropped his bag as he was already as safe distance away from the ogre—stealthily he approached.
Henry unleashed his gas bomb upon the wounded ogre. The ogre screeched in agony as the gas touch the ogre's wounds. Henry's sword found its chest. "Remember me?" he taunted as the ogre fell to its knees, victory seemed assured.
But fate is fickle—the red-ogre's eyes blazed with fury, it would not accept it's fate. The ogre's wounds healed as it sacrificed it's life-force, it stood menacingly before him engulfed in fury. "Che! Stubborn bastard," Henry realized that the battle had just begun as he strengthened his grip.
The ogre's club descended like a meteor, shattering the earth where Henry once stood. His agility was his only edge against the brute's overwhelming strength. Darting behind the beast, Henry's blade danced across its calves—shallow cuts, but it was all he could muster but his persistence was his strength.
As twilight descended, their battle raged on—a testament to Henry's determination. Each strike, though minor, accumulated; a testament to his strategy under the moon's watchful eye.
Exhaustion clawed at Henry's limbs. "Damn, I might be faster but this thing has got me beat when it comes to stamina," he acknowledged grimly. The ogre roared as it panted heavily, disorienting Henry's senses, as it followed with a devastating blow.
In a desperate parry, Henry tried to deflected the attack, but it was too heavy for him. Blood sputtered from his lips as he hit the ground hard. With the ogre looming over him, he played his final card—a smoke bomb to its face.
Ignoring his injuries, Henry charged. As the ogre clawed at its eyes, he leapt with the intent to end the battle, plunging another bomb into its gaping mouth. The beast staggered as the plant's toxins started working; this was his chance.
With his sword broken, he used what was left of it, Henry pierced the ogre's eye, driving deep into its brain. But the dying, using the sheer reflex of it's body punched Henry sending him soaring through the air.
He landed with a thud—unconscious but victorious under the silent approval of the night sky.
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