am-books Chapter 357: Chapter 357: Killing Fierce Beasts, Attribute Activation
Chapter 357: Chapter 357: Killing Fierce Beasts, Attribute Activation
Chapter 357: Killing Fierce Beasts, Attribute Activation
John followed the group and quickly entered the dense mountain forest.
The area was filled with thick trees, and danger lurked everywhere.
Everyone quieted down, gripping their weapons tightly, staying alert to their surroundings.
John also took out his longbow, nocking an arrow, prepared to defend at any moment.
He wasn't particularly skilled with the bow, but he had the basic techniques down.
"Be careful, don't disturb the giant-horned deer here. We'll hunt them on the way back," Cena whispered, scanning the surroundings. He moved with ease, clearly familiar with the area, and led the group deeper into the forest.
They soon encountered a small group of giant-horned deer-seven in total-but they didn't initiate an attack.
Although giant-horned deer were generally gentle, they would retaliate if provoked. With seven of them, the group wasn't confident they could take them down without injury.
Cena decided to check the traps first and hunt the tusked wild boars and demon wolves to obtain their cores.
Eeeee...
A distant, blood-curdling scream echoed through the forest.
It was the tusked wild boar!
The group's eyes lit up; the trap they had set earlier had been triggered.
"Anason, go scout ahead," Cena ordered.
A young man from the group stepped forward, nimble and agile. He swiftly navigated through the dense forest and soon disappeared from sight.
Moments later, a sharp, clear bird call rang through the woods.
It was a signal from Anason, indicating that it was safe.
The group breathed a sigh of relief and quickened their pace.
Eeeee...
The screeching of the wild boar grew louder as they approached. In one of the traps, a massive boar was impaled by sharp, barbed spikes. It was deeply lodged, its body covered in blood, and upon noticing the group, it let out an ear-piercing scream.
"Quick, finish it off before it attracts other boars," Cena ordered, holding his spear firmly and thrusting it into the boar's pit.
Tusked wild boars typically appeared in pairs, so its companion was likely nearby.
The air was filled with the harsh cries of the boar.
The wild boar tried to avoid the group's attacks, repeatedly attempting to leap out of the pit, but each time it failed, getting stabbed by the barbed spikes, blood flowing freely.
The group swung their spears wildly, but they couldn't land a fatal blow. Instead, the boar's struggles grew more frantic.
The tusked wild boar's tough hide made it incredibly difficult to kill. Without hitting a vital spot, it was nearly impossible to bring it down. The longer they took, the more dangerous their situation would become.
Cena grew increasingly anxious.
He noticed that John had been pulling his longbow taut, but hadn't yet released an arrow. Growing impatient, Cena barked, "Kid, are you stunned or what? Attack already!"
John ignored the others, focusing all his attention on the struggling tusked wild boar, waiting for the right moment.
Whoosh!
The bowstring vibrated, and the arrow flew, striking the boar directly in the eye, burying itself deep.
"Graaah!" The tusked wild boar let out a piercing, agonized scream and collapsed into the pit.
"Great shot!" The others exclaimed in surprise.
"Hmph, just a lucky shot," Cena scoffed. He didn't believe John could have aimed so
accurately at the struggling boar's eye.
John's expression remained calm as he drew his bow again. The boar's struggles grew weaker, and this time, John shot straight into its other eye with even more precision.
[You have slain a Tusked Wild Boar. The Plunder talent has been triggered. Your base attributes have been restored by 0.0001%.]
A surge of warmth spread through John's body, and he felt his base attributes increase noticeably.
The Plunder talent had activated!
John was surprised. Since arriving in this world, both his talent and base attributes had been sealed, but it seemed that his Plunder talent hadn't been completely suppressed.
Killing one fierce beast had unlocked 0.0001% of his base attributes. While this seemed like a minuscule amount, John's base stats were incredibly high-his four core attributes totaled billions of points.
Unlocking 0.0001% meant that his four core attributes had each increased by over a thousand points, boosting his strength a hundredfold compared to before.
He felt a surge of excitement. He had finally found a way to regain his strength.
glared at John with resentment.
John sensed the hostility and turned to look at him, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips.
Cena felt a chill run through him. He quickly masked his toxic expression, replacing it with an
awkward smile.
John's presence felt strange-powerful, mysterious.
What bothered him the most was the overwhelming strength John had just demonstrated. It
was a direct threat.
He had to find a way to eliminate him.
Cena's mind began to turn with a devious plan.
"Alright, everyone, let's not bother John. We need to clean up the battlefield," he said with a
smile.
The others, snapping out of their reverie, quickly took out their daggers and began to dissect
the bodies of the two tusked wild boars.
The beasts were full of treasures.
The crystal cores had to be offered as tribute, the tusks were special materials that could be
used to craft weapons.
And the meat of the boar was food. Even the barbed spines on its back and the damaged hide
were all collected.
"Hey, can I take a look at that?" John noticed that the middle-aged man had taken a crystal core from the tusked wild boar's head and curiously asked.
"Of course." The middle-aged man did not hesitate at all and respectfully handed the crystal
core over.
Clearly, in his mind, John had already been regarded as the leader.
[Low-Grade Crystal Core: Can be refined to increase 0.1 points in Constitution and 0.1 points in
Strength.]
A description appeared.
John was surprised. This thing could directly increase base attributes.
He looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "Do you know what this thing does?"
"We know. It absorbs and enhances attributes. But we can't keep them for ourselves. Every
month, we have to submit a hundred cores, so there's no surplus to use for cultivation." The middle-aged man sighed, looking helpless.
"Alright, we still have a heavy task ahead. Let's continue hunting the beasts." Cena stepped
forward and nonchalantly took the crystal core from John's hand.
John sneered. He didn't care about such worthless things.
Cena, wearing a warm smile, said, "I didn't expect you to be so powerful, little brother. This
hunt will be all on you."
"Heh, no problem," John said coldly, too lazy to engage with the man. Cena, however, continued, "How about this? Let's hunt a few intermediate-level beasts, like the Demon Wolves. We only need fifty medium-grade crystal cores to meet the quota." "Brother Cena, we're still short by fourteen low-grade crystal cores. There's no need to take such a risk." A young man spoke up, offering a reminder.
Cena shot the young man a glare and snapped, "Of course I know. I'm just gathering materials
for next month's tribute!"
Saying this, he turned to John and smiled, explaining, "Brother John, we'll need to hunt them eventually. Why not take this opportunity to gather more?"
"Sure," John nodded slightly. He sensed that this guy was up to something, but he didn't call
him out on it.
He actually needed to hunt the beasts to restore his power.
"Anason, go and lure the Demon Wolves," Cena looked toward the agile young man and
pulled him aside, whispering something to him.
"Brother Cena, this... isn't it a bit too risky?" Anason frowned slightly, his gaze lingering on John in the distance, his expression filled with reluctance.