Blood of the Beast God

Chapter 08: Tusked Wild Boar

To see the world clearly—every crack, every hidden detail.

That’s what Insight gave Kaelen. His vision sharpened like someone had pulled a veil from his eyes. Before, it had taken him countless tries just to snatch a glimpse of scattered information. But now? The wild boar’s stats appeared in his mind as if carved there with a blade.

Nothing was hidden. Nothing at all.

Tusked Wild Boar (Elite)

Level: 1 Beast

Length: 8 ft 3 in (2.52 m)

Weight: 630 kg

Strength: 7

Agility: 3

Stamina: 10

Intelligence: 1

Perception: 8

Spirit: 2

Will: 6

Abilities:

Tusks: Sometimes ignores defense and smashes for extra damage.

Thick Hide: +100 HP.

Savage Charge (Special): A brutal slam that deals 50 damage.

Insight: Reveals the truth about a target. The stronger the foe, the less you learn. Success depends on Perception difference and distance.

Kaelen narrowed his eyes. The beast lay sprawled across the pit floor, huge and unmoving, yet the sight made a cold shiver crawl through him.

His 20 Perception easily crushed the boar’s meager 8. The data in his head was sharp, complete, flawless. No gaps. No hidden lines. No mysterious question marks.

And still… the truth unsettled him.

Even now, with a green weapon and a blue accessory on hand, he wanted nothing more than to turn around and walk away. The wild boar was just that strong.

At his very best, Kaelen hadn’t been its equal. Now—nerfed across the board—the gap was even uglier. Without his green weapon backing him, his punches wouldn’t even scratch its hide.

No wonder it was labeled Elite. Not only did it boast monstrous stats, but three whole skills at level one? That was unheard of. The Fanged Rabbit had been considered lucky to have just one. Most monsters didn’t get skills until level three. Yet here stood this brute, already armed with three, including a special ability that could kill him in one blow.

Kaelen’s jaw tightened. Sixty HP left. One reckless hit, one Savage Charge, and he’d be toast. Straight to Zeus.

He drew a slow, steady breath. No retreat. No escape. If he wanted to live, he had to kill the boar.

The pit wasn’t just a hole—it was steep, sloped like a basin carved into the ground. Step by step, careful as a shadow, Kaelen crept down.

The beast was still asleep. Its massive black body rose and fell in rhythm, a mountain of flesh and muscle.

Then its little stubby tail flicked.

Kaelen froze, heart leaping into his throat. He nearly lunged right then, thinking he’d been caught. But the boar didn’t stir. The flick had been nothing more than a sleepy twitch.

He let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Once again, his Perception saved him. High perception wasn’t just about spotting details—it bent the rules. His overwhelming stat smothered the beast’s natural awareness, dulling its instincts until even its slumber was deepened.

Twenty versus eight. The difference was night and day. Still, he knew luck had its hand here too. Had he stepped too heavily, had a stone rolled underfoot, the boar would’ve woken even if his Perception was ten times stronger.

Finally, Kaelen reached it. He stood before the beast, close enough to smell its hot, musky breath. His hand clenched into a fist, and he drove it down with all his strength—straight at the skull.

The head was always the best bet for a stun. If he’d had a blade, he’d have aimed for the chest, gone for a critical kill. But bare fists against thick hide? Only the head would do.

His fist cracked against bone.

The jolt rattled his arm, numbing his knuckles, but it worked. The beast stiffened, stunned. Above its head, a faint bar flickered and began to tick down.

No hesitation. He grabbed hold of its ear with his right hand to anchor himself, and then he went wild—his left fist smashing down again and again.

He had to get as many hits in as possible before the stun wore off.

His right fist might’ve been stronger, but he couldn’t risk it. The power was in his left hand—the one wrapped in the nearly invisible crimson glove. When he’d first found it, it looked thin and almost useless. But once he slipped it on, it melted into his skin like a second layer. No one else could even see it. Only he could feel the strength humming through it.

That glove was no trinket. It was a weapon.

Crimson Glove (Left Hand)

Origin: Valley of Death

Rarity: Dark Green

Material: Cicada Silk

Weight: 0.2 kg

Requirement: Strength 5

Slot: Weapon

Effects:

Strength +2

Attack +20

Peerless: Attacks may ignore defense.

Stun: 50% chance to stun. Duration = Strength ÷ 10.

Notes:

Stun can’t re-trigger for 10 minutes.

Max stun duration: 3 seconds.

Stun doesn’t work on professionals.

Evaluation: A weapon that lives up to its name. Practical, deadly, and destined to make you stronger.

Combat Power Rating: 6

The description didn’t spell it out, but Kaelen knew—the bonuses applied only to his left hand.

Luck was on his side. The first punch stunned. The second landed as a critical. His secondary stats—luck, awareness, precision—were already proving their worth.

They didn’t hit like raw Strength or Stamina, but their little bonuses? They added up. Danger sense sharper. Criticals are more frequent. Resistance to weird tricks like charm. Still, if he could’ve picked, he’d have boosted his main stats first.

If his primaries had matched his secondaries, the boar would’ve already been dead.

But reality was cruel. Three hard punches stripped away nearly a hundred HP—half its life. And that was all.

The stun ended.

Now came the real fight.

The glove’s stun wouldn’t work again for another ten minutes. From here on, it was just him and the beast, trading blows.

He clung to the ear, but suddenly the monster jerked. Raw muscle surged, and the difference in their Strength—just two points—was enough to tear his grip free.

He had no choice. He let go.

The wild boar exploded to its feet, its massive body twisting, rage rolling off it like a storm. Then it roared and hurled itself forward.

The charge came fast. Brutal. Unstoppable.