Cheat Awakening

Cursing helplessly with tears in his eyes, Myne started fleeing while holding his head. He didn't expect his opponent to be so cunning, and those f*cking monarchs would again play tricks on him and give his opponent his favourable terrain.

After successfully avoiding a few rocks thrown by the lizardman, Myne poked his head out from behind an outcropping. He saw the lizardman, whose back was facing him, looking for his whereabouts and holding another big rock in his hand, ready to throw it at him like a cannonball.

"Damn it, this f*cker is giving me no chance to attack!" Myne cursed as he sat down, panting heavily. He looked at his status window, trying to see if there was anything that could help him with his current deadlock.

"Huh? Damn it, how could I forget about this? F*ck, it seems the peaceful environment of my world is making me careless and less vigilant."

Shaking his head, Myne again poked his head out. Before the lizardman could spot him, he hurriedly used his "Paste" skill and glued the rocks in the lizardman's hands to his palms without him realizing it.

Then, with an evil smile on his face, Myne tightened his grip on his knife and rushed forward, trying to make as little noise as possible. But the lizardman had obviously put a lot of effort into developing his sturdy body, leaving no part behind.

As soon as Myne rushed forward, he heard the sound of his footsteps. With a bright smile, like a predator finding its prey in a game of cat and mouse, he chuckled a bit and threw the rock in his hand at Myne with all his strength, ready to watch Myne blast apart like a balloon.

But the next moment, he opened his eyes wide in shock as the rock he threw simply vanished, and Myne was still rushing at him.

Confused and feeling something hard in his palm, the lizardman looked down and saw that despite him opening his fingers, the rock was still in his palm, seemingly having fallen in love with him and not wanting to let go.

"???"

Three imaginary question marks appeared over the lizardman's head. He ignored Myne, since his attack could hardly inflict much damage, and opened his other hand as well. He found that the rock in his other hand was also glued to his skin.

"Die, you bastard! You dare to rain rocks at me, you shameless beast, die!" While the lizardman was dealing with the rocks stuck to his hands, Myne bombarded his back with his knife, leaving a dozen or so small cut marks from which greenish blood slowly started flowing out.

"Roar!"

Perhaps the lizardman's native language was a bit too different for even the universal translator that came with the system to translate. After the lizardman roared strangely, probably cursing Myne in pain, it turned around and slammed its fist down again, creating a small crater, as well as breaking the rock attached to his palm in pieces.

But using the same trick many times always has its disadvantages, just like this time. While dodging, Myne, who already expected this, as soon as the other party's fist touched the ground, he used "Paste" and glued it to the ground, along with his legs, before again moving to his backside and starting to make cuts again.

The lizardman, frustrated, roared a few times and pulled his fist out again. But unlike Myne's first opponent, who lost his skin while trying to break free from Myne's paste effect, the lizardman's skin was hard like iron, and his strength was too great to break so easily. Instead, a big part of the rock came out from the ground, giving him a natural weapon.

But the lizardman obviously wasn't happy with this windfall. Like a berserk monster, while roaring, he crazily started moving his arms and tail, not wanting to give Myne any chance to use his skill and glue his hands or legs again.

Myne, also seeing things getting out of hand, hurriedly made a distance. But now, since he had already made the lizardman lose quite a lot of blood, he just had to continue doing that, and soon, the other party would be lying underneath his feet.

Thinking about the bright future and the skill he would make permanent, Myne instantly felt motivated and unlimited energy running through his body. This time, he picked up a rock half his height, applied the "Paste" effect to it so that as soon as it touched anything, it would glue, and threw it at the face of the lizardman who was trying to break the rock glued under his feet.

"Roar!"

As the rock came before the lizardman, he subconsciously waved his hand, wanting to smash it with his monstrous power. For him, this kind of rock was no different than paper. But the expected sound of the rock breaking into pieces and dust smashing on his face didn't appear. Instead, he felt something heavy on the back of his hand.

Looking at the rock glued to the back of his hand, the lizardman paused for a second before his breathing became heavy, and he let out a loud scream like a wounded beast, ready to go rampant.

"He looked angry. I should better not go near him anymore," Myne muttered, looking at the lizardman smashing everything around him in frustration. He hurriedly made distance from the other party and hid behind an outcropping, not wanting to show his face and incur absolute aggro from the other party.

About half a minute later, the lizardman finally regained his rationality and took a deep breath to calm down. He looked at the greenish blood all around him, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twist. Because he was too excited, small wounds on his back, which should have healed by now, became worse as he continued making huge movements, giving them no time to recover, and he also lost some blood.

While the lizardman sighed helplessly, with a hint of anger in his eyes, a small mosquito, almost invisible to a big guy like the lizardman, came flying on top of him. It made a circle as if looking for a perfect spot before landing on a cut on the other party's back, which was still fresh, and a small amount of blood was flowing from it.

The mosquito habitually rubbed its front legs before raising its sharp, pointy nose and inserting it into the gap in the cut, and slowly, with steady sips, began drinking the greenish blood of the lizardman.

The lizardman, who was about to walk to search for Myne, suddenly raised his head and looked around in confusion. He suddenly felt like someone was sucking away his energy, and he was feeling a bit weak as if someone had cast some kind of weakening curse on him.

But before he could even get serious and look for the source of such an unexpected event, the feeling of energy being sucked away vanished, and everything returned to normal as if what had happened just now was nothing but an illusion.

Am I thinking too much because of the loss of blood? It must be, The lizardman rubbed his bald head with his claws in confusion before starting to look for Myne again.

"Sigh, as expected, this trick only works to confuse or annoy an enemy, and there is no better use for it," Myne shook his head in disappointment, but he still summoned another mosquito and sent it to the lizardman.

Meanwhile, he picked up another big rock, about the size of two human heads, used his paste skill on it, and after taking a deep breath, he came out from behind the outcropping and threw it at the back of the lizardman's head.

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Just like that, minutes stretched into hours of brutal improvisation. Whenever the lizardman hurled a stone, Myne glued it to a claw, tail, or leg. Whenever the other party lowered its head in frustration and started rampaging in rage, Myne fled and hid away, and when it cooled down, Myne threw all sizes of rocks at the other party and glued them onto his body.

When the other party was covered with rocks from head to toe, Myne would rush forward, and use Holy Palm Eye, making him momentarily blind, before going to his backside and crazily raining down his knife, leaving countless new, shallow cuts.

Now, after hours of Myne's nonstop effort, the lizardman's condition could only be described in one word: "Miserable," Even Myne felt sorry for him and had even suggested that the other party give up.

After all, although the other party could destroy rocks with his brutal force, there was always a layer of stone remaining on his skin, and after such a long time, a very thick armour of rock had already formed all over his body, making him look like a walking stone golem (Lizardman version) with his backside painted with green, which was obviously his blood.

"Just how much blood does this guy have? Why isn't he giving up?" Myne cursed angrily while resting on a boulder, eating some cakes from his inventory.

Although he had done his utmost, the lizardman was a bit too shameless, and God knew what kind of willpower he possessed; despite being heavily injured and covered with rocks from head to toe, he still didn't want to give up.

"Alright, I've finished the food, it's time for another round of the game: Throwing the Rock!" Myne, to lighten his mood, chuckled and picked up a giant boulder twice his height.

The lizardman, who was also resting with his eyelids barely able to stay open because of excessive blood loss, heard movement and looked at the source of the sound. He saw Myne walking toward him with a giant boulder on his head, seemingly about to throw it at him.

For some reason, the lizardman, like a sage, now had absolute calmness in his eyes, his previous anger had long ago vanished. His breathing was also calm as a lake, without any emotion.

He looked at Myne for a few seconds before letting out a heavy sigh and raising both his hands in a gesture of surrender, finally deciding to give up.