Chapter 28 -28-Killing Spree

Chapter 28: Chapter28-Killing Spree

"Why the hellllll aren't you dying?"

In the middle of the chaotic battle, I saw a chance to attack the boar's vulnerable spot—its eyes.

Moving quickly and accurately, I thrust my dagger towards its right eye.

The blade hit its target, and the boar let out a loud cry of pain, staggering backward.

I examined its body and its condition.

There were many cuts all over its body, and most importantly, there was a cut on its neck from which blood was constantly pouring out.

Yet, this creature was still fighting like a wounded lion in front of me.

I was frustrated by it. I had killed all the other boars like a machine in just an hour or two, but this one...

This one was built differently from the others.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed since I took down the 19th boar, but it was clear that this one had wasted a lot of my valuable time...

Seeing my opportunity, I stayed focused as the boar recovered and charged at me again, even more furious than before.

I prepared myself, waiting until the last possible moment.

Just as the boar came close, I moved swiftly to the side, narrowly avoiding its tusks as they sliced through the air.

As the boar turned back to face me, I acted swiftly.

I pivoted and threw my right-hand dagger towards its exposed belly.

The blade flew with deadly precision, but the boar's sudden movements caused it to miss its target and lodge into the creature's hind leg instead.

The boar cried out again in pain, its movements slowing down due to the injury.

Seeing a chance, I moved in quickly.

'Yes, finally, I have the chance to finish it.'

Without any delay, I lunged forward and stabbed my another dagger deep into its stomach.

The boar let out one final, guttural cry before collapsing to the ground, essence particles shimmering around it as it dissolved into nothingness.

I stood over the fallen creature, breathing heavily, adrenaline still coursing through my veins.

"You fought bravely, my friend, but today just wasn't your day."

After a moment to catch my breath, I retrieved my daggers and surveyed the clearing.

I looked around the clearing, taking in the aftermath of the intense battle.

Blood was splattered across the ground, staining the bushes, trees, and rocks around me.

My body ached, covered with bruises and cuts.

The fight hadn't been as easy as I had anticipated; it was hard.

During the battle, I had to rely on four Gold-rank potions to heal my injuries and mend my broken bones.

I used every advantage the surroundings offered—running, hurling stones, and taking cover behind trees—to gain the upper hand against the boars.

As I pulled out another healing potion from my pocket, I noticed Ethan's surprised and amazed expression.

Maybe he hasn't seen anyone fight like that before, which is why his expression is like that.

Ignoring his reaction, I withdrew the potion and glanced up at the sky.

The sun beat down intensely, its heat almost oppressive.

"It's so hot," I muttered to myself, feeling the sweat on my brow.

Checking my watch, I noted the time: 12:30 P.M.

As he spoke, Ethan's expression darkened with the memory. "I thought I could manage, that I could repay the debt somehow. But my mother's health deteriorated. She needed more care, more medicine. Despite everything I did, she... she passed away."

He took a deep breath, composing himself before speaking again. "Now, I live with my little sister. She's all I have left. But when the loan shark found out about our situation... he came with his men. They threatened me, said I had one month to repay the money. If I fail... they'll take our home. And... they might take my sister too."

Ethan's voice cracked with fear and desperation as he finished his story.

The weight of his family's tragedy was evident in every word, his shoulders slumped with the burden of his responsibilities.

"I... I don't know what to do, sir," he admitted, looking at me with pleading eyes. "I've tried everything. Hunting monsters seemed like the only way to make enough money, but... I've never been able to kill one. I'm sorry."

His voice trailed off, filled with a mixture of shame and helplessness.

Ethan stood before me, vulnerable and broken, waiting for my response.

I feel deeply sorry for Ethan, sincerely from the bottom of my heart.

Losing parents is a nightmare on its own, but having a threat hanging over you when you're responsible for your little sister is twice as terrifying.

If I hadn't stepped in to help him, it seems like he might have taken a darker path or even lost his life in despair.

I frowned, realizing the gravity of his situation. "That's why you risked your life out here," I said quietly, more to myself than to Ethan.

He nodded silently, still avoiding eye contact.

I took a deep breath, trying to process this new information. "Ethan, you should have told me earlier," I said gently, my frustration easing into sympathy. "I might have been able to help."

"I knew you could help me, but I wasn't sure if I should tell you, sir. I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm saying. It's just..." Ethan replied, his voice a mix of gratitude and regret.

I placed a hand on his shoulder, offering reassurance. "It's alright, Ethan. Don't worry, I'll take care of all your problems. Just stop crying."

Ethan wiped his tears with his hand, sniffling. "Thank you, sir. I'll be forever grateful to you."

I nodded, then called out mentally to the system. 'System, his personality traits said he was cautious, but from what I've seen, I don't think that's right. Can you explain it to me?'

Before the system could respond, I quickly added, 'I hope this time you don't refuse because of my level.'

There were a few seconds of silence before the system's voice echoed in my mind, cold and mechanical.

(Host, Ethan's personality trait labeled 'cautious' is accurate. However, it is important to know that Ethan's 'cautious' trait has not fully developed. He is still 15 years old; you can't expect him to be overly cautious yet. He is still a kid, and his traits will take time to mature.)

I absorbed the system's explanation. 'So, you're saying his cautious nature is still there, but it's not fully formed yet?'

(Correct.)

the system affirmed.

(Ethan's cautious nature is present, but as a young individual, his traits are still maturing. His current behavior is influenced by his youth and the extreme pressure he faces.)

I glanced at Ethan, who was still wiping away the last of his tears.

Understanding his situation more deeply now, would help me I'm the future.

'Thank you, system,' I said, my mind made up.

Then Ethan said, "Sir, I will be going then."

I quickly interjected, "No—I mean, wait!"

He stopped, looking back at me with a confused expression. "Ethan, you have to pass a little test I made to officially join my team."

Ethan looked puzzled. "But, sir, a few minutes ago, you said I had already joined your team."

I smiled slightly. "I forgot to tell you about the test then."

"But, sir—" Ethan started to protest.

I cut him off again, my tone firm but not unkind. "Is there a problem with doing my test?"

Ethan hesitated before replying, "N-no, sir."

"Good," I said, my expression serious. "Your test is to bait monsters for me."

Ethan's eyes widened in shock. "Wait! What, sir?"