NOVEL WEB Chapter 60: Pigee.. pigee…
Onkkkkkk… Onkkkk.
Some of the pigs immediately snapped out of their daze after seeing one of their own beheaded by Tarkan. Their panic turned into rage. Those who had been frozen by fear began to shout, trying to rally their group, but fear had already crept deep into their hearts.
Tarkan now stood in front of them. His face held a smile, but his thoughts were far from calm. Inside, he was cursing.
He knew the pigs were eventually going to catch up to him if he kept running, especially while trying to rescue the girl.
He had planned to hide her somewhere safe, then kill the pigs one by one in the village.
Tarkan knew he wasn't as strong as them. The only reason he could match their speed at all was because of his talent.
The real reason he had confidence in killing them was because of the crudely made sickle, one of the pig weapons he picked up earlier.
And that was also one of the reasons he had taken off his mask and shirt, the smelly substance they had rubbed on him. The stench could be perceived from a mile away.
Tarkan had thought they would follow the smell from his discarded clothes, which he'd thrown in the opposite direction, and leave the girl he had hidden in the cottage.
But seeing them surrounding the cottage, ready to destroy it, he had no choice left. He had to improvise.
Tarkan kinda wished he had a talent that could also double his strength.
He knew acting now could get him hurt. Based on their raw power, he estimated that if even one of the pigs' blows landed on him, he'd be done for.
But that was a big "if", if it were to land, Tarkan thought, chuckling in his mind.
Seeing the pigs recovering from their shock, Tarkan activated Rush and dashed into them.
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The pigs, now fully aware, raised their weapons and tried to strike him down, but he had already dashed into their midst and swiftly beheaded another one.
[Feral creature killed]
They all swung their weapons to hit him, but their attacks were chaotic. Not one blow landed. Tarkan weaved through them like a snake, always staying one step ahead.
No matter how they tried, they were unable to touch him. Their weapons missed him by an inch every time.
They kept swinging.
They kept missing.
Instead, one of their comrades' heads would occasionally fly into the sky, then crash to the ground with a thud.
As time passed, the pig-humans began noticing something strange.
They had been hacking at Tarkan, who was right in front of them, but they were always missing him by just an inch.
His body showed no signs of injury. Only splashes of blood here and there, blood that came from their own.
Their numbers, once overwhelming, had already been reduced to a dozen.
Some of the pig-humans noticed the anomaly and started fleeing the scene.
The others, still trying to hack Tarkan to pieces, noticed their comrades running.
"Onkkkkkk… On.."
They began shouting at them, but before they could continue, the world flipped upside down.
[Feral creature killed]
[Feral creature killed]
[Feral creatur...]
The last thing they saw before their vision faded was a leg growing larger, closer, until darkness took over.
Tarkan didn't block their attacks. He didn't dare. Not with their behemoth strength.
He only dodged, slipping between their swings, relying on Timer to reverse any time he got hit.
And whenever he acted, he always went for the neck. That was his only target.
Seeing the pigs distracted by their fleeing comrades, Tarkan didn't miss the opportunity.
With a swift movement, he swung the sickle and sent more pig heads flying, their blood raining down like crimson confetti.
[Feral creature killed]
[Feral creature killed]
[Feral creat...]
He immediately used the severed heads as weapon, kicking them like balls toward the panicked pigs trying to escape.
The pigs, fleeing frantically in fear, trying to get as far away from the freak Tarkan, suddenly stopped.
Something rolled across the ground in front of them.
Their faces twisted in despair and terror.
At their feet, the severed head of one of their comrade.
"Pigee... pigee…"
Hearing that eerie voice again, the last three pigs couldn't help but lose control, an orange substance spilled down their legs.
Slash
Three more heads rolled across the ground.
[Feral creature killed]
[Feral creature killed]
[Feral creature killed]
Tarkan had a disgusted look on his face now. He finally knew what the "seasoning" was, the one they rubbed on the girl.
His eyes shifted to one of the pig-humans that had urinated itself in fear. From its rear, a yellow substance was leaking.
Tarkan gagged a few times, his expression twisted in nausea.
He looked down at the creature in disgust.
Even if he could gain strength by eating them, there was no way. These things were far too revolting. Using their own feces as flavoring? It was beyond wild. Even for him.
Tarkan couldn't help but marvel at the crude-looking sickle.
It was so sharp, so clean. He had used it to wipe out a whole colony of them.
as if flipping a switch, Tarkan's expression immediately became ugly.
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[Timer: 00:08:20 (Lvl 2)]
> Reverse – Reverse time without restriction, as long as you have enough time.
Revert – Reverse time on a single target, unrestricted, as long as you have enough time.
Storage – Store non-living things in time, unrestricted, as long as you have enough time.
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Time Manual (Lvl 1)
> Absorption – Extract energy while meditating according to the manual. (Timer can be used for faster absorption.)
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Physique: Eternal Monarch Physique (Partial)
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Prime Stats
Feral: 0
Awakened: 0
Crowned: 0
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Talent – Eyes of Comprehension (SSS Rank): The Eyes of All Understanding
Croak Boost
Rush (C-Rank)
> Temporarily doubles the user's movement speed for 30 seconds per activation.
Charges: 2 (6-hour recharge per charge)
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