In a forest where the stench of blood lingered, it was like a slaughterhouse—there was never a day when a creature wouldn't die here.
In this place of carnage, a one-year-old boy could be seen walking through the forest. He had black hair and golden eyes, wearing a black coat tailored to his size.
"Oh, Drax, speaking of things—what's the philosophy of this world? I mean, the calendar and what day I was born on?" Drake asked.
Drax nodded. "There is one, but it's not the same as your former world in name—though it does align in terms of seasons."
"There are also twelve months on this continent, but they are called:
Vaelmontis (January)
Crynxaris (February)
Zephandrel (March)
Verdanthar (April)
Floratheris (May)
Solvarion (June)
Ignisvarr (July)
Pyrosyphos (August)
Xeraphyrae (September)
Noctheos (October)
Tenebralis (November)
Ebonvharis (December)
As for the calendar system, it's called the Origin Calendar."
"You were born on the first day of Vaelmontis, Origin Calendar 2204, and now we are on the third day of Crynxaris, Origin Calendar 2205," Drax explained.
When Drake heard this, his jaw dropped. Such sophisticated names just for a calendar?
"Honestly, why pick such complicated names just for a calendar? Aren't they speaking English?" Drake complained.
Drax facepalmed when he heard this. "Who told you their language is English? Don't forget, this continent is fundamentally different from yours," Drax said.
"Then what about that wolf incident? The subordinate was speaking in English," Drake questioned.
"The language spoken here is the Origin Language. The system has an integrated translator, so whatever you hear will be in English, and whatever you say in English will be translated into the Origin Language," Drax explained, giving him a small pat.
When Drake heard this, he was surprised by the system's capability. "As expected of the number one cheat."
Drake continued his journey, wanting to test his combat strength. Lo and behold, he spotted a lone wolf grazing on its prey.
When Drake saw this, he smiled. With a wave of his hand, his double-bladed pitch-black scythe appeared.
"Hey, you," Drake called out.
The lone wolf, feasting on the corpse of its prey, turned its attention to Drake, who grinned in response.
Ever since the incident where he was roasted by a wolf, he had hated wolves. The one he hated most was the subordinate of the Alpha, the one who claimed he was part of the Lizard Clan. And that young girl who dared to roast him alive? She was on his list too.
The wolf laid its gaze on Drake, snarling at him with a predatory glare.
To the wolf, Drake looked like an ant before a lion—a mere insignificant creature.
Race: Wind Wolf
Level: Early Stage of Soul Foundation Realm (Level 22)
HP: 200/200
Affinity: Wind
The Wind Wolf didn't waste time as it pounced on Drake. Drake looked at the level of the Wind Wolf and realized it was as strong, if not stronger, than the Hopper Rabbit from before.
Thinking of how he was nearly killed with just a strike from the rabbit, he felt a tingle of fear before his expression turned determined.
"Phantom Step," Drake called out.
As the Wind Wolf lunged, it appeared before Drake, its claws aiming for his neck. But surprisingly, its attack pierced through him, and its whole body passed through like a ghost.
Drake didn't waste this opportunity. He gripped Reaper Death, and with a swift swing, he struck at the Wolf.
The Wolf, still in shock that its attack had caused no harm to Drake, suddenly felt its instincts screaming in alarm.
It turned just in time to see a pitch-black scythe aiming for its neck, ready to harvest its life. The Wolf quickly twisted mid-air to dodge, but it wasn't fast enough—the scythe grazed its shoulder, piercing through its flesh, causing blood to spill.
"Damn, I missed," Drake complained as he landed back on the ground. He had aimed precisely for the Wolf's neck.
The Wolf howled toward the sky—a howl of pain. It could feel that its wound wouldn't heal and that some unknown energy was interfering with it.
"His combat experience is still low," Drax said as he observed the first clash between Drake and the Wolf.
Drake looked at the Wolf. Just using Phantom Step had already consumed 15 MP. Drax was right—even though his skills were powerful, they required a large amount of Originat.
Suddenly, Drake felt it—the movement of Originat flowing toward the Wolf as it howled into the sky.
Drake could sense the increase in the Wolf's strength. It stretched out its claws, forming a blade of wind that shot toward him.
"Devourer Barrier," Drake snorted.
A dark, translucent barrier formed in front of his small, one-year-old body. The wind blade clashed against it—but nothing happened as the attack was absorbed.
The Wolf used the opportunity to launch itself at Drake, claws outstretched. But the moment it struck the Devourer Barrier, its own attack rebounded against it, sending it flying backward.
"Phantom Step!"
In an instant, Drake's presence vanished, and his figure disappeared. He reappeared just as the Wolf was about to land.
The Wolf sensed this, desperately unleashing more wind blades, but the Devourer Barrier activated once again, reflecting the attack back at it. The Wolf's eyes widened in shock.
Drake didn't miss this chance. He controlled the Devourer Barrier, making it expand and envelop the Wolf.
The Wolf's speed suddenly dropped as its own wind blades struck its body, causing further injuries.
Drake moved swiftly, his fist coated in Devouring Energy, as he struck forward.
"Devourer Strike!"
PUCHI!
In an instant, the Wolf's head was pierced through, and all signs of life vanished. Its blood splattered onto Drake.
[Host has killed a Level 21 Wind Wolf. Gained 65 EXP and 35 DP.]
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