***
{Your crafted weapon, Wooden Spear has been destroyed!}
***
‘F*ck!’
Despite the sharp pang of pain that Clinton felt in his skeleton chest and despite cursing, he did not waste a single moment as that Wooden Spear was smashed into pieces by the Stone Ogre.
Despite just losing a weapon that he spent so much time and love crafting, at this moment, his 0.3 health points were what dominated Clinton’s mind.
Saving his life was what dominated his mind.
This was why as the Stone Ogre smashed the wooden spear to pieces with its powerful arms, its red eyes glowing with fury, Clinton finally saw a weakness.
He saw a weakness because he was perceptive enough.
During his preparations to go for his raid across the decaying forest, Clinton crafted 19 weapons; 10 Wooden Spears and 9 Wooden Daggers.
For his first hunt, he took 2 Wooden Daggers and 3 Wooden Spears with him.
The deadly encounter against this Stone Ogre though made him lose all his weapons that he originally took out for his hunt and was why he had no choice but to come back to his hideout.
That initial battle taught him something though.
Against the thick skin of the Stone Ogre, the Wooden Daggers were useless. They were not sturdy enough to tear open the defense of the Ogre’s skin.
In this battle, he had to rely fully on his Wooden Spears to fight if he was to stand a chance at saving his life and winning.
But this observation was not absolute.
Watching the red eyes of the Stone Ogre glow with menace and killing intent, Clinton saw a weakness. At the same time, from the corner of his eyes, he stared at the already exposed sand mound where he hid his weapons.
Precisely, he stared at the sharpest Wooden Dagger in the pile.
That? That tiny mother*cker could accomplish what he wanted at this moment; Clinton did not hesitate.
His right skeleton hand dashed down and picked one of the Wooden Daggers the next moment, the sharpest in the pile.
Immediately after he picked up the dagger, as the Stone Ogre kept on snarling, flexing its strength for smashing the Wooden Spear to pieces, artificial adrenaline flooded through this skeleton and then it dashed forward.
As Clinton dashed forward, he jumped high.
And then with his right skeleton hand, Clinton pushed the sharp blade of the Wooden Dagger into the right glowing red eye of the Stone Ogre.
Ptui!
The dagger met no resistance.
No matter how thick the skin of the Stone Ogre was, in the end, it was still just that, a living monster. Like all monsters, its eyes were weak and vulnerable.
And at this moment, viciously, Clinton targeted this vulnerability.
The dagger met no resistance as it stabbed all the way through even as dark blue blood fell like a mountain and as Clinton got a new notification.
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{CRITICAL HIT!}
{You have dealt +3.2 damage to your enemy!}
{HP: 4.2/8.1}
…
{You have attacked your enemy with your crafted Wooden Dagger that is imbued with the passive skill: Viper Tooth!}
{The Stone Ogre has been poisoned!}
{The Stone Ogre will lose +0.5 HP every 2 seconds!}
***
The Stone Ogre wailed loudly in pain and anger but in the phobia of having just lost an eye, this powerful monster lashed out angrily.
Clenching its right fist, it made use of its active skill and punched again.
This time, seeing the attack on time, Clinton rolled shamelessly on the ground for his life as the shockwave of the punch smashed past him with raw force and power. The attack didn’t hit him, but the shockwave grazed his skeleton.
***
{You have received +0.2 shockwave damage!}
{HP: 0.1/3}
***
‘Holy mother*cking freaks!’ Clinton exclaimed in his mind, almost consumed by the phobia of death but again, his calma passive skill struck.
Instead of succumbing to the phobia of death, Clinton evolved with it.
At this moment, Clinton had only 0.1 HP remaining. He was as fragile as a butterfly; he was hovering at the point between life and death but it was in this moment that Clinton yearned for his life even more.
It was in this moment that he wanted to live most.
The Stone Ogre would not give him the chance to blind its remaining eye. That, Clinton was already sure of.
This was the reason why he ditched the Wooden Dagger the next moment before grabbing 2 Wooden Spears, one on each of his hands.
Clinton was dancing on pin needles but he did not care.
He was ready to fight to the death!
BAM!
The powerful Stone Ogre smashed down with its hands but Clinton was one step ahead, having rolled out of danger already.
And with the Stone Ogre’s backside suddenly facing him, Clinton ruthlessly pushed the tips of both Wooden Spears up its butthole!
Ptui!
Blue blood flowed from the hole!
“ARRRGGGGGH…!” The Stone Ogre’s eyes bulged as it let out a blood-curdling scream through this decaying forest, and then it became enraged.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
The powerful Stone Ogre went on a rampage, smashing everywhere with its powerful fists, destroying trees left and right and the terrain but yet, a skeleton with only 0.1 HP remaining danced around it like a veteran Knight.
At this moment, Clinton fought like a Spear Master.
He was already in the zone state.
Most of his movements were instinctive and as he moved, he never forgot to stick one of the Wooden Spears out at any opportunity he got to deal damage.
1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes…, Clinton didn’t know how long they lasted already but they just kept on going without stopping nor looking back.
Murder became the catalyst that kept them going for so long, until…
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{Your crafted weapon, Wooden Spear has been destroyed!}
***
Clinton did not miss a beat.
Immediately after the Wooden Spear was shattered in twain, the skeleton rolled on the ground, effortlessly picking up another one and continuing the battle.
And then, after what felt like a lifetime as the effects of the poison wore on, debilitating the Ogre’s movements, Clinton finally saw his opportunity again.
And once he got it, just like the first time, this time, he didn’t miss it.
As the last red eye of this Stone Ogre glowed with rage and anger, Clinton’s Wooden Spear stabbed upward with menacing intent, and then…
BAM!
The Wooden Spear stabbed unhindered into the last eye of this monster.
Clinton let go of the Wooden Spear, retreating rapidly even as the Stone Ogre thrashed around in pain, destroying the Wooden Spear and flailing its powerful arms around but it was only its final struggles before death.
The powerful Stone Ogre was already at death’s door.
And then, it collapsed.
Thud!
Immediately after, Clinton got a series of new notifications.
***
{HP regeneration has been triggered!}
{You have recovered +0.1 HP!}
{HP: 0.2/3}
…
{You have killed a level 3 Stone Ogre!}
{You gained XP!}
{You have leveled up!}
{You are now a level 4 low-tier Skeleton!}
{Your attributes have increased!}
…
{In your intense battle against the Stone Ogre, you showed incredible skill and ingenuity with your Wooden Spears!}
{You have unlocked the class: …!}
***

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Chapter 74: War Realm [9]
The fire had burned down to soft embers.The cold air of the War Realm crept into the ravine, brushing across rock, steel, and bone. A silence hung between the trio; not tense, but heavy. Weighted with unspoken truths and shared survival.Clinton had returned from his expedition to the territory of the Dreadjaw Tribe alive, and he revealed everything to them.That was what caused this tense silence between them after the initial argument. But there was something else in the tension, a truth hidden behind layers of blood and race.Clinton broke the silence.“We need to talk”.Vaelin didn’t move. Garrick looked up from the blade he was tending but said nothing.Clinton’s voice was quiet. “I’ve been patient. I didn’t ask questions when I should’ve. But now, I want to know”. He looked at them. “Why are you two after me? Why me? You didn’t just stumble onto my trail. You were tracking me. From the Monster Domain”.The die was cast.And now, there was no going back. This is the conversation
Chapter 73: War Realm [8]
Night cloaked the ravine in stillness, the fire Vaelin had managed to conjure flickering low in the ring of stone.Garrick sat near it, sharpening his blade with steady strokes, though his muscles remained coiled, ever ready. Vaelin stood nearby, arms crossed, gazing into the shadows beyond the ridge as though expecting monsters to crawl free of the dark.When Clinton returned, neither man stirred, but both took notice.He stepped into the firelight, quiet as ever, though something about his presence had changed.His gait wasn’t rushed or cautious. Rather, it was exposed, like someone who had walked through fire and returned with answers.“You’re alive,” Garrick said flatly, glancing up from his blade. “That’s a good start”.Vaelin’s eyes narrowed. “What did they say?”Clinton sat down beside the fire, letting the flickering warmth lick at his bones. “The chieftain, Grumak Skullspliter, knows I’m from another level”.The Human and Elf looked at him sharply.Clinton shrugged. “He calle
Chapter 72: War Realm [7]
The Dreadjaw encampment was chaos carved into order. Rows of tents made from beast hides and bone stretched along the uneven valley floor, surrounded by spikes, glyph wards, and pits lined with iron-tipped stakes.Fire burned at every corner, warriors sparred in blood-soaked rings, and the drums of war thundered endlessly.The stench of sweat, blood, and magic tainted the air.Clinton walked through it all, led by the shaman.All eyes turned to him, the skeleton cloaked in tattered robes, marked by silence and aura.Some hissed, some snarled, some even dropped to a crouch, unsure whether to pounce or kneel. But none attacked. The presence of the shaman warded them, for now.They reached the center of the encampment.There, a crude throne carved from the ribcage of a mountain wyrm loomed atop a raised stone platform. There sat the chieftain.DING!~----~[You have encountered Grumak Skullsplitter, Chieftain of the Dreadjaw Tribe, one of the 5 Orcish Tribes of the War Realm!][Level: 30]
Chapter 71: War Realm [6]
“I’ll do it”.Silence.A few moments later. “You sure?” Garrick asked.Clinton gave a hollow laugh. “I’m already a dead man in a world that hates me. What’s another risk?”Clinton was about to move on but as soon as a sudden mischievous thought entered his head, he couldn’t help it. Looking at the Elf and Human, a smile crept up his face which in his skeleton face only looked eerie.He grinned. “You know, I was a human once”.Garrick looked at him sharply, then he muttered coldly. “Good joke”.Clinton chuckled. “Take it any way you want, but that’s the truth”.“Besides, what’s so hard to accept? This skeleton, is it not that of a human?” He pointed at himself.Garrick looked at him coldly. “Skeletons are undead, hideous monsters of the World of Dark. You and your kin were created from the darkness. Even if you came from the remains of a human, the original soul is gone and resting in Heaven”.“So, no, you’re no human skeleton. You’re an undead”.“So serious”. Clinton chuckled.Convers
Chapter 70: War Realm [5]
After Clinton’s first cold lessons in the ravine with his teacher, Vaelin Duskwhisper, while he had a rest to recover from the exertion, Garrick finally brought up a new conversation.They couldn’t escape it, it was a conversation that they would have now or later. So, the human mercenary brought it up now.With a calm and even look on his face, he looked at them. “How do we move on from here?”The Elven assassin and undead skeleton looked up at him.Vaelin answered. “What do you mean?”Garrick looked at him. “This Orcish tribe”. He paused for a few moments, taking a dark look at the top of the ravine. “Obviously, we can’t go that way. We don’t have what it takes to beat that guy, and we won’t have it in a long time”.“And staying in one place is not an option either. Staying in one location in a realm we know so little about is a recipe for disaster”.“I agree”. Vaelin nodded.Garrick took a deep breath. “So, the only way to go is forward”.“From what we’ve observed about those Orcs
Chapter 69: War Realm [4]
The ravine, jagged and narrow, curled like a scar across the mountainside.It was brutal terrain; sharp rocks, thorn-rooted bushes, and the occasional growl from something unseen deeper in the shadows, but it was quiet. And more importantly, it was safe.Safe enough.Garrick slumped against the wall, chest heaving from the exertion of hauling two people through a nightmare.Vaelin sat nearby, cross-legged, arms folded tightly across his blood-caked armor. He hadn’t said a word since they stopped, just staring into the cold wind, silent and unreadable.There was a subtle tension between them. Afterall, they were yet to address the topic of previously kidnapping the skeleton.Clinton? He perched in the corner like a gargoyle, skeletal frame motionless, faint blue frost still wafting off his bones from the magic he had unleashed earlier. The battle with Gor’Zhul had nearly killed them… again.And yet somehow, they were still breathing. Or at least, two of them were.Finally, Vaelin broke
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