Biter

A large knife flies through the air, directly into the brush, a singular squeal sounds as the knife makes contact with a large rodent in the grass.

[Notice: Kill confirmed, Level 2 Horned Rabbit]

[Experience Points have been collected]

Sebas collects his knife from the dead rabbit, a single slice down the center of the stomach’s fur allows him to tear the entire pelt off of the flesh, and a swift slam against a nearby rock breaks the horn off and allows collection.

[Satchel: 1x Lowest Rank Potion, 1x Rabbit Horn, 1x Rabbit Pelt ->

1x Lowest Rank Potion, 2x Rabbit Horn, 2x Rabbit Pelt]

The most recent rabbit, along with this current catch fills the satchel to the brim, making Sebas have to backtrack to the guild’s castle-like fort.

[Coin purse - 1S 65C -> 2S 115C]

[Please trade in your copper coins for silver coins.]

Sadly, there’s no way the coins in the satchel would magically transform into a higher unit of currency, it’s inefficient and situationally illegal to have too many. “Imagine being arrested for having copper coins.” Sebas snickers to himself, a fat satchel held on his belt by the useful bundle of metal wire.

Sebas, while not exactly objective-less, has not quite recovered from the recent activities, anything that could be considered necessary for him to do is either out of reach strength-wise, or unlikely for him to benefit from money-wise.

The young adventurer sits on his hind, the grass of the dungeon flows with the artificial wind, while the young man is lost in thought. A mass of Yellow stones glow in a mocking sun shape, the light yellow turf spans for miles around, small hills and brown-soiled forests of black bark fir trees. Small horns poke from the greenery, much further in the distance. A short river forms from a waterfall that descends from the ceiling to the east of the fort. Perhaps there isn’t anything here. Dungeons are synonymous with death, prisons, crypts, and mayhem… this is just a meadow.

Red gets off of his rear, making his way to the dungeon’s waterfall, 5 horned rabbits drink from the accumulated pond. Dozens of pounds of water slam downward from the ceiling, ceaselessly flowing from an unknown source.

“…” Sebas holds his dagger forward, and leaps from his hiding foliage, stabbing a single horned rabbit in the back of the neck, the hare struggles for a second before dying.

[Notice: Kill confirmed, Level 2 Horned Rabbit]

[Experience Points have been collected]

Before feeding his curiosity, he removes the element of “surprise horn attacks.”

A pair of rabbits begin to rush towards the boy, a yellow glow surrounds their foreheads as they [Charge] headstrong into their oppressor. A single rabbit is kicked into the forest of grass blades, the other is dodged.

A glowing [Horn Attack] slams directly into Sebas’ spine, compelling an agonizing groan from the copperplate. The closing rabbit appears to show off its glowing horn.

Sebas reaches around to his back, gripping the horned rabbit by the tail, and holds it with two hands while a bloody aura permeates his mouth.

[Notice: Kill confirmed, Level 2 Horned Rabbit]

[Experience Points have been collected]

A horned rabbit slams directly into the back of Sebas’ forearm [Horn Attack] lodging the beast directly inside of his arm. A war-bound scream comes from the adventurer instead of pain, the beast attempts to wriggle its lodged horn from the crazy adventurer.

Grasping the beast by the scruff of its neck, Sebas removes the torn rabbit corpse between his teeth, holding it in his wounded left arm, he views the rabbit he holds helplessly by its nape. A red glow once again shines through from his teeth.

Suddenly he is on his back, staring up at the ceiling. The air seemingly removed from his chest, forcing him to choke and a loud gasp sounds from the adventurer, before a painful and loud thud slams into the side of his head slinging it to the left.

[Notice: Health Deteriorating rapidly.]

“Eh..?” Sebas mumbles as another strike slings his head to the right. He forces himself to open his eyes wider, the world around him spins haphazardly.

Rabbits slam into his side as he sits upright. He attempts to grab the swift beasts that seem to blur between movements. He holds up his dagger to the two. Four? Rabbits in front of him.

“Why with the ringing…” Sebas mumbles while holding the dagger towards the rabid rodents, left hand touches his head, only to recoil in pain when a wound is touched. Swiftly, he collects himself and goes through his bag. A horned rabbit slams into his right leg, Sebas doesn’t understand why he sees four legs when looking down with blurred vision.

Drinking the last potion, several parts of his body are burning up, including his head, back, and legs. The boy is practically floored by the pain, he huffs while clenching the grass in front of him, bile rising at the back of his throat.

“Fuck… fuckers…” Sebas mutters, grabbing a rabbit that slams into his left arm again. A sickening seething envelops the sides of his mouth, forcing him to scowl as red glowing teeth make their way through the rodent.

[Notice: Kill confirmed, Level 2 Horned Rabbit]

[Experience Points have been collected]

[Skill Experience has been gained]

[Skill: [Bite] LV 1 -> LV 2]

Sebas drops the rabbit from his maw, looking down with contempt at the remaining hares.

With a single movement, both animals head towards him at a [Charging] pace. Equally determined to make the human pay. The human’s blade is flung at the hares, both dodge it easily and surround the human for a pincer attack, one heading to his 3 o’clock, the other for his 9, surely destined to end this.

A final [Charge] from each rabbit, perfectly coordinated. A final [Charge]…?

“Wondering why it isn’t working?”

Both rabbits look up, as their horns have been stabbed through the human’s hands, right between each finger he grabs each one by the forehead where his grip practically crushes both beasts.

A single movement is all that’s needed for the human to slam both animals into each other, a sickening crunch sounds before the rapid-fire mechanical tune of a mental notification sounds off.

[Notice: Kill confirmed, Level 2 Horned Rabbit]

[Notice: Kill confirmed, Level 2 Horned Rabbit]

[Experience Points have been collected]

An annoyed sigh sounds from the world's most nihilistic redhead. A pile of blue flames burning rabbit flesh, and by somehow suffering from success, he is sitting on the edge of the pond trying to fit <5x Rabbit Horns> and <5x Rabbit Pelts> into his satchel. He bites his thumb while looking at the material, curious how much it could be worth… probably 3 silvers?

The calming downpour of the ceiling fall relaxes the boy and brings him closer to comfort.

“Wonder if they have better potions…”

Looking over to the pile of burning rabbits, Sebas looks down at the clawed gauntlet he has made from the rabbit’s weapons this is a great weapon, just imagine running into the enemy, leaving 5 great wounds, and running away.

Sebas grins at the thought of the rabbit horn gauntlet, clacking the tips of the horns together with his fingers maneuvering them from beneath. Something shiny appears from the corner of his eye, but it seems to be gone the moment he looks back.

“2 Silvers.” Says the middle-aged merchant.

“Fuck you, 5 silvers.” Says Sebas.

“Fuck me? Fuck you, brat. 1 silver.”

“10 SILVER!”

“NO.”

“Ugh, you’re killing me here, I got a family to feed.” Sebas lies.

“Is that why you still have your father's name? Young Aren.”

“Not cool old man.”

“Alright, alright. So testy. The youth today.”

“… just don’t… don’t talk about it.”

“Let’s be serious, I’m not going to lie, it won’t do well to have a kid sobbing at my place of work… bad for business.”

“Hey I’m not c-“

“2 silvers, 50 coppers.”

“Nah, you’re going to get me arrested, 4 silvers.”

“This brat, so so so unwise and stupid, you’re lucky this guy doesn’t hate kids.”

“2 and 60.”

Sebas focuses, pretending to think, attempting to activate the [Bartering LV 1] Skill.

“You got any potions? I could do 2.60 if you threw in a few potions.”

“Nah, a group of adventurers just cleared us out. It’s a boss raid lad.”

“Boss raid?”

“Dungeons have levels to em-”

“Yeah, I get that.”

Clearing his throat, the merchant continues, “As I was saying. They have layers, there’s a circle in the center of the dungeon, there’s a monster lair there, nobody knows what’ll be in there.”

“Surely someone knows?”

“Ain’t you nor me lad, unless you are an (Observer)”

“Nay, sir, I'm not.”

The merchant squints at Sebas, looking unamused.

“2 silver.”

“MISTER PLEASE, my family”

“Didn’t we just go over this brat? Gods, so annoying, is this a test of my faith Numos…”

With strange, ugly, puppy dog eyes; the redhead copperplate adventurer holds his hands together in a begging manner.

“This annoying… I’ll give you 3 silvers… 12 coppers. Any more haggling from you and I’ll break your nose punk.”

“I am grateful, seniors are truly beings to be proud of, as you have made this country proud.”

“I swear the only thing they teach kids is how to suck up or be assholes… parents these days…”

[Skill Experience Gained]

[Coin purse - 2S 115C -> 5S 127C]

[Please trade in your copper coins for silver coins.]

“What if I don’t wanna?”

“What’d you say?”

“Sorry, sir. Not you, my god window will not stop bothering me.”

“Hmm… that’s concerning, you did reach an awakening right?”

“Yes sir, I am plenty ages older than 10, but my skill is… well.”

“And you say it’s talking to you?”

“More like nagging, it was telling me every hour to allocate my stats, now this.”

Sebas holds up a fat sack of money, filled to the brim with copper pieces.

“All I see is how much money you have for your “family”.”

“You don’t see the stuff about the copper?”

“Oh, that. Just go by the bank, it’ll stop eventually on its own or you can wait.”

“How long do you have to wait for it to stop?”

“Who’s to say? I’m not exactly patient.”

Scraping against dirt is heard, and the large metal hatch that blocks the entrance to the dungeon is opened by Sebas. A guild desk sits filled with a pair of attendants.

“Tiny! If it isn’t our messiest adventurer!”

Sebas hurriedly realizes his mistake, wiping away whatever blood is left over on his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.”

“Aye, lad it is fine, I’m always here to tell you that you look horrible.”

“The worst sir Elimir, absolutely the worst~” Sebas says as he trots past the guild professionals. Heading northward through the forest path towards the town of Eruka.

“He’s so rude to you, Sir Elimir, why don’t you tell him off?”

“Naw lass, he’s just a kid, don’t mind him. I’ve been giving him a rough time lately.”

“Why so?”

“Well… I’m not quite sure why I started, but the brat needs someone to look out for him. Just like you do Elise.”

“That’s simply not true, I’m learning plenty!”

“Did you learn to not sign out an adventurer’s tally?”

A surprise comes from the woman, as her teasing mentor points toward the ex-noble’s name, and hurriedly scribbles down a letter that contains eyewitness proof of an adventurer’s life.

“Ito, give me something for free, my satchel is too small.”

“Absolutely Not! Dear customer! I couldn’t possibly do that to you, the joys of eating your own items is surely the best sensation imaginable.”

“Ugh, give me 5 lowest potions, and something that lets me carry more stuff.”

The strange silver-haired merchant wrings his hands together, holding a horrible contorted grin simply saying “I will scam the devil.”

[Coin purse - 5S 127 -> 4S 10C]

[Drawstring Loot-sack: Empty]

[Satchel: 5x Lowest Rank Potions]

“Got any fucked up requests that’ll get me ruined, stabbed, arrested?”

“Not today! My friend, I assure you I will find one… soonenoughforyou.”

“Got any work?” Sebas asks the guildsman cat person behind the booth.

“For a copper rank… we count all rabbits culled as 10 copper, the bodies can be sold to merchants around town.”

“You don’t buy them?”

“Not often, no?”

“Then why… never mind.”

“… anyway it seems that there are some requests for rat tails, locust wings, along with the always profitable alpha horned rabbit parts for the lord’s supply.”

“Got anywhere that I can buy stuff to swim?”

“No… I don’t… uh.”

“Oh well, have a good day.

Arriving at “The Chipped Anvil”, a loud redhead asks the counter-maiden.

“How much would it cost for a gauntlet?”