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Chapter 12: Raiding the decaying forest! [1]
Author: GREAT
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{Your attempts to craft a low-tier bow has failed!}

***

A good hour and thirty minutes were just wasted but Clinton was not disheartened, this only made him verify his observations about this world again.

From the onset, he was never good at crafting bows to begin with.

Crafting a Wooden Spear and a Wooden Dagger compared to crafting a bow was a whole other level of complexity.

For the first 2, any random hunter could do it but the same could not be said for a bow, it was much different.

If somehow, the miserable undead system registered it that he successfully created a low-tier bow, he would have been suspicious about the true intentions of the cursed system since then, that would be the system helping him already.

Clinton may have lived in the countryside with his grandmom for a time but that was it, he only had basic knowledge of the wild and some experiences due to his adventurous nature.

Clinton may have seen the local hunters use bow and arrows to hunt a few times but this experience was in the minority.

Most of the local hunters then hunted wild animals with their local guns.

Those few experiences with a bow and arrow were nowhere enough for Clinton to create a working bow. All he did for the past hour and 30 minutes was trying his luck but, in the end, this confirmed it, he remained cursed.

‘Well, that was worth confirming,’ he thought, and then without letting it affect him, he jumped straight into using his other gathered materials.

4 Wooden Spears and 2 Wooden Daggers?

In Clinton’s books, this was nowhere enough for what he had in mind after he equipped himself with weapons.

Alone, with his weak skeleton hands and legs and his brain, with no skills, he was already killing level 1 and level 2 Green Goblins and Undead Trees ingeniously.

Clinton wondered. ‘When armed with weapons now, how high can I raise the bar? Can I raid the whole decaying forest?’

The mere thought of it sent excitement through his body. ‘That’s not impossible. Afterall, once I begin killing level 3 monsters, I’ll begin leveling up again’.

This motivated Clinton to continue with his actions.

Picking up the thick branches of the decaying trees, he started his work again, diligently grinding them against each other to sharpen their edge.

The Master Craftsman was hard at work.

4 hours later…

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{You have crafted a low-tier weapon: Wooden Spear!}

{You have crafted a low-tier weapon: Wooden Spear!}

{Low-tier weapon, Wooden Spear has been imbued with a passive skill: Sharpness!}

>Sharpness: The tip of this wooden spear is sharp, able to pierce through the hide of most monsters in the first level of the Dungeon of Azarick<

{You have crafted a low-tier weapon: Wooden Spear!}

{You have crafted a low-tier weapon: Wooden Spear!}

{Low-tier weapon, Wooden Spear has been imbued with a passive skill: Sharpness!}

>Sharpness: The tip of this wooden spear is sharp, able to pierce through the hide of most monsters in the first level of the Dungeon of Azarick<

{You have crafted a low-tier weapon: Wooden Spear!}

{You have crafted a low-tier weapon: Wooden Spear!}

{You have crafted a low-tier weapon: Wooden Dagger!}

{Low-tier weapon, Wooden Dagger has been imbued with a passive skill: Sharpness!}

>Sharpness: The tip of this wooden dagger is sharp, able to pierce through the hide of most monsters in the first level of the Dungeon of Azarick<

{You have crafted a low-tier weapon: Wooden Dagger!}

{You have crafted a low-tier weapon: Wooden Dagger!}

{You have crafted a low-tier weapon: Wooden Dagger!}

{You have crafted a low-tier weapon: Wooden Dagger!}

{Low-tier weapon, Wooden Dagger has been imbued with a passive skill: Sharpness!}

>Sharpness: The tip of this wooden dagger is sharp, able to pierce through the hide of most monsters in the first level of the Dungeon of Azarick<

{You have crafted a low-tier weapon: Wooden Dagger!}

{Low-tier weapon, Wooden Dagger has been imbued with a passive skill: Dexterity!}

>Dexterity: This wooden dagger is deft on the fingers, easier to handle and able to stab fast and slash with incredible deftness<

{You have crafted a mid-tier weapon: Wooden Dagger!}

{Mid-tier weapon, Wooden Dagger has been imbued with a passive skill: Viper Tooth!}

>Viper Tooth: The source wood of this Wooden Dagger was once bitten by a deadly Viper. The tip of this wooden dagger is laced with poison and when used to attack an opponent, it inflicts the opponent with the low-tier poisoned status<

{NOTE: Low-tier poisoned status causes culprit to lose 0.5 HP every 2 seconds!}

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After hours of working at it, crafting more than 10 wooden weapons in the process, Clinton finally hit the jackpot, he created a mid-tier weapon.

“Wow!” Clinton exclaimed as he stared at the newest wooden dagger that he managed to craft.

This wooden dagger not only seemed sharper than all the others, but it also had a different color.

Instead of the brown color of the others, this wooden dagger had a purplish hue that made it seem more menacing than the others.

Clinton’s skeleton face had an eerie look of excitement on it at this moment.

He looked into the distance. “Now, I rest, then hunt”.

Clinton slept for approximately 3 hours and when he woke up, he took inventory of all his weapons.

He was about to start a raid of the decaying forest.

***

{Weapons:}

>Wooden Spear ×10<

>Wooden Dagger ×9<

***

10 Wooden Spears and 9 Wooden Daggers…, Clinton reckoned that this was just enough for what he was about to do across this dark decaying forest.

‘Bone assembling!’

The bones came together again, amalgamating to form the mid-tier undead skeleton, Clinton whose eyes now burned with ambition.

Looking into the distance, Clinton did not hesitate as taking one step at a time cautiously like he already mastered since reincarnating into this world and entering this decaying forest, he followed the familiar route of his prey.

And just about a minute later, he found his first target.

***

{Warning! Enemy has been detected!}

{You have encountered a Green Goblin! ×5}

{You have encountered two level 3 Green Goblins!}

***

The two level 3 Green Goblins were Clinton’s first target.

‘Be the first victims of Weapon Master Clinton!’

And then, he pounced!

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