Chapter 5: Overwhelm

Chapter 5: Overwhelm

Realistically speaking, it couldn’t have been more than fifteen hours since Neave had started fighting the demon. However, it felt like an eternity. Especially in contrast to the utter boredom he had experienced for heavens knew how long.

He had looped well over several hundred times by now. Fighting the demon barehanded seemed to be nearly impossible.

The main problem was that Neave was just a child. Trying to fist-fight an adult-sized demon, not to mention an adult-sized demon with supernatural strength, was just... Well, impossible, outright.

At first, Neave would rush at the demon and try to punch it. That was a failure that resulted in countless restarts. The main reason why was that Neave had virtually no reach. Or weight. Or physical strength. Or skill.

He didn’t have anything at all going for him whatsoever.

While his absolute disadvantage was the main contributing factor to his failure to fight the demon, his stubbornness was the main reason he was making no progress.

Neave was horrible at fighting, but it wasn’t like he didn’t know how to fight. He knew the theory. Even if one ignored that he grew up in a martial arts sect, he had read many texts that covered the basics of hand-to-hand combat, even in texts that weren’t related to fighting.

But some stubborn part of him refused to borrow from that pool of wisdom, so he charged at the demon, trying to figure everything out entirely on his own. When he eventually gave up on that, after over a hundred failed attempts, he conceded that striking the demon wasn’t wholly necessary.

He wouldn’t be killing it any time soon, so why even bother striking it in the first place?

So Neave decided to dodge for a while rather than focus on delivering the one-punch killing blow. This, too, ended in many restarts,

But he was also seeing progress.

It wasn’t even that many attempts later that his survival time went from seconds to minutes.

Eventually, after dying enough times, those minutes turned into hours.

The demon hit him only when he got too tired to think and lost concentration. The demon wasn’t as clumsy as Neave initially thought it was. Sure, its movements were burdensome and unwieldy, but they weren’t random.

Everything about the demon’s movements looked like it was almost intentionally giving away what it was trying to do. From how it pulled its arms back, to how its torso rotated, to how it solidified its footing, all of it was the same when the demon made a specific attack. The attacks were fast, but if Neave knew what it was trying to do ahead of time, dodging the attacks became straightforward.

The problem was counterattacking. Even if the demon overextended with a punch or swing and Neave found an opening, he couldn’t injure the demon without a weapon. He was starting to think his punches may hurt him more than the demon. He tried kicking too, but that wasn’t much better.

Neave didn’t care that killing the demon seemed off the table for now. There were a few things he was trying to achieve with barehanded fighting. The first thing he wanted to get good at was dodging. Yes, he could avoid the demon's attacks, but that didn’t mean he was good at doing it.

Full-body throws to the side or jumping back avoided the demon's wild swings, but that was far from optimal. He planned to learn how to dodge optimally, or at least well enough to move on to the second step of his plans.

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Swing.

Dodge.

Thrust.

Dodge.

Swing.

Dodge

Neave’s vision was getting blurry. He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he could swear that the demon's movements were getting slower. This was the longest he’d ever survived. It had been quite a while because of his thirst and sheer physical exhaustion. Suddenly, his vision blurred, and he dropped to the ground, losing consciousness.

Restart.

He was back at the beginning. However, he wasn’t sad or disappointed.

He was thrilled.

The absolute joy that filled him at this moment was the best feeling he’d experienced since he stepped foot into this hellscape.

I fucking did it!

He fought the demon until the exhaustion finished him off. Neave had bravely fought and had not been hit even once until the end. Sure, his opponent probably finished him off after losing consciousness, but that was beside the point.

He had not been struck for as long as he was awake, no matter his exhaustion. He hadn’t been grazed even once. Not one of the myriad attacks the demon had thrown at him had landed, and Neave didn’t even move out of the demon's range of attack a single time.nôvel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.

Restart.

That one didn’t count. He wasn’t paying attention. He had achieved step one of his plans and was about to move on to step two. He had planned to fight the demon until exhaustion rather than the demon finished him off, but he noticed something peculiar. He was confident that the demon did truly slow down as the fight went on. So Neave added step one point five to his plan. It wasn’t even a step, really. It was more of an experiment.

Neave wanted to see just how much he could exhaust the demon. If it slowed down toward the end, that must mean it also had limited energy reserves, and Neave wouldn’t glance over that potentially crucial detail. So he took a deep breath while waiting for the demon to approach him, and then...

He was about to get up and grab a rock.

Oh, but I could just do this.

He bent down and bit into the demon's neck. Blood gushed out.

Neave lifted his head and looked at the demon as the last vestiges of movement stopped. He stared at the blood, not even noticing the horrid taste.

What the fuck did I just do...?

He couldn’t believe it. For a second, it was like he had just turned into an animal and obeyed his instincts. Then he heard footsteps.

He got up and smiled at the duo of demons approaching him, readying himself to see how his improvement measured up against them. Before he could even take a step, he fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Restart.

What!? What happened?

Then he realized what had happened and smacked his forehead several times.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, its blood is poisonous! You just had to get bitey, didn’t you, you rabid animal!

Instead of swallowing his pride, it seemed he would rather swallow a mouthful of poison. Well, they did say that pride was an insidious killer.

Brilliant.

Even his ridiculously overinflated ego could concede that he had proven his point or whatever else he was trying to do. He'd killed the demon barehanded. Or bare-toothed. Still, he technically did it without a weapon. Now he was going to move on to step two.

But he decided just to skip it instead.

Step two was supposed to be killing the demon barehanded. However, he had somehow managed to accomplish that on step one point five, so he considered that step done.

Well, not really. The point of step two was supposed to be to learn how to fight with his bare hands, but he didn’t think he could. He didn’t see the potential to learn without feedback.

Sure, he could learn how to move or how to get hits in, but how was he supposed to know what attacks did what? He could assume that a spin into elbowing the demon would be better than just a punch, but he couldn't learn a proper fighting style without any feedback.

Restart.

...Sigh.

Sometimes he got a bit too lost in thought. Oh well.

Step three was fighting with weapons. However, Neave flat-out refused to use whole branches. Not only were they brittle, but they were also insufficient. There was only one viable weapon for someone of his build and size.

He broke off two dagger-sized bits of obsidian and used that as his weapon. Daggers were very dangerous, even in his hands. Neave could get a ton of leverage from them and put more of his body weight into his strikes. He needed every bit of force his tiny little body could muster.

He rushed at the demon and took a swing. The moment the dagger hit, it slipped out of his hand. The demon took a swing and clawed his head right off his shoulders.

Restart.

It was true that he got to put a lot of force into his attacks, but that was utterly useless if he couldn’t contain that blow. Neave’s pathetic grip strength just wasn’t enough.

So he took one of the daggers and tore the sleeves off his robe. He used the cloth to tie one of the daggers to his right arm in a reverse grip and the other to his left hand in a standard grip. After fastening the makeshift bandages with his teeth, he charged at the demon.

The demon couldn’t touch him. At first, Neave’s attacks were clumsy and awkward, but soon enough, he got the hang of it. Before he could realize what was happening, he had delivered several deep strikes to the demon's neck, the inside of its thighs, and underneath its armpits.

Within less than a minute, the demon lay on the ground unmoving, and Neave stared at it.

I did that...?

He started hyperventilating. He didn’t know why. This was good, he did so much better than he had expected, but he felt panic build up for some reason—words he didn’t understand kept flashing through his mind.

Brutally overwhelming your opponent.

Restart.

He didn’t see the second wave of demons approach as one tore his spine out his back.

That is what you must do, Neave. There is no mercy when facing an enemy. It will be either their death...

Or yours.