Tutorial Rewrite 11

That’s… That’s good… Yeah… I’m strong now… Way stronger than a leopard… Eat my ass, feline miscreant…

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<PrissyKittyPrincess

Human Level 6

Strength: 9

Agility: 15

Stamina: 16

Magic Power: 16>

…No level clear message, huh… Guess I really do have to climb up to the top of the hill…

Tiredly, I push the leopard’s body off of me. By this point, I think my entire outfit is brownish red. The blood I beat out of LetsFraternizeTogether isn’t visible anymore.

…What’s the time?

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<15:11:00

Day 30>

<The second attempt will begin in

0:08:49:00>

Eight hours. Eight hours is a lot of time. Sure, it took me a couple of hours just to get to where the beasts attacked me, but this time I’ll do it much faster. Superfast. Faster than anyone’s ever seen anyone do it before. I just… Need to… take a small rest.

Gently, I curl up in a ball.

<The God of Cowardice

beams with pride.>

…That thing again. Listen, I don’t know what or who you are, but I’m not buying. God this, God that, I don’t see you up on a cloud. This must be like with the cantos—in other words, complete horseshit.

<The God of Cowardice

looks around for a stick.>

He’s doing what—

<The God of Cowardice

pokes you with a stick.>

—Yowch!

That—, that hurt, you bastard! What the heck was that for?!

<The God of Cowardice

snickers and grabs a bag of popcorn

before returning to silently watching.>

Y-, you…!

Well, fine! Guess dying’s off the table, boys. The poke was enough to get me to my feet, so I guess I’ve got no other choice. Grumbling, I stagger up towards the hilltop, but only after I pocket my axe again. But before I leave, I squint at the leopard. Its body is still there. I don’t have the time to wait around forever, but I have a feeling that it should at least drop something.

Summoning the spear, I poke the leopard’s chest. It spasms a little.

In sheer curiosity, I stab the leopard’s corpse around five dozen times, at which point the heavily mutilated corpse suddenly disappears, leaving a chunk of meat and a neatly folded leopard pelt behind.

<You have learned:

Basic Spear Arts Lv.1>

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

Pocketing the items, I start heading up the mountain, staggering with each step and basically using the spear as a crutch. If I get attacked by another beast, I’m probably dead.

After a few hours of walking, I reach the part of the hill where it becomes basically nothing but sharp, jagged tooth-like rocks that go in a completely vertical incline. I really do have no choice but to climb. Unwillingly, I stash the spear. At the same time, I also give the inventory a quick look-over to ensure that there really isn’t anything useful in there.

But that would’ve been too kind, so there’s obviously nothing. I turn back to the rocks and frown.

To be completely clear, before this, I couldn’t even do one pull-up, which explains why my strength was at a mere 4. But now it’s at 9, which would suggest I’m more than twice as strong. The thing is… I don’t feel strong in the least. But, then again, it’s not like I have a choice, right?

Steeling myself, I place both hands on the rocks and begin my steep climb.

It didn’t take long for the exposed skin on my fingers and palms to get rubbed off, and once they started bleeding like a stuck pig, the rocks got so slippery I fell several times, bashing my head on the rocks far below.

<You have learned:

Blunt Tolerance Lv.1>

<You have learned:

Falling Tolerance Lv.1>

And still, I continued. Rock by rock, I climbed. The flesh on my fingers was ground down to the point where I could feel my bones scrape against the rocks, but I had no choice but to continue. If my fingers wouldn’t work, then my teeth would have to do. And if I had no teeth left, then I still had my gums.

Foot by foot. Every time I fell, I got up again, because I had no other choice.

And every time I looked up, the black eye of the solar eclipse was just a little closer.

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<23:10:00

Day 30>

<The second attempt will begin in

0:00:50:00>

But, in the end, I got to the top. I had gotten so close so many times, and whenever I got close enough to see the light on top of there, I would grin and my grip would loosen and I would fall far enough to kill any normal human being, but I would just get a new form of horrible tolerance.

<You have learned:

Organ Rupture Tolerance Lv.4>

<You have learned:

Fracture Tolerance Lv.3>

<You have learned:

Concussion Tolerance Lv.1>

<You have learned:

Haemorrhage Tolerance Lv.1>

But now, finally, I’m at the top.

And I can see him.

A shadow. A shadow with eyes that see me.

His hand stretched out. Ready to be grasped.

My feet click and clack as I walk, my exposed heels making quite interesting sounds against the rocks below. It’s so bright up here. There’s light. A few patches of the ground is covered with grass, and flowers, and plants. But I’m staggering blindly, my own hand, now lacking fingers, grasping towards his.

He’s tall. Standing in front of him, I feel small.

Greet him.

Greet him.

Greet him.

I know what I must do.

My bloodied and mangled palm grazes against his open hand and he closes it around mine. I look him in the eye, shake his hand, and say, as toothless as any toddler, “Hewwo.”

<You have cleared the first floor.>

<You have received 1 000

points for clearing the floor.

You have received an additional

1 000 points for being the first to clear

the floor.>

<For clearing the stage completely,

you will receive an additional reward.>

<There is a God that

Has taken interest in you.

You have received 500 points.>

<A God shows a positive response to you.

You have obtained 1 000 points.>

<A change has been made.>

<The God of Cowardice wishes to

grant some of His powers instead of

the the normal Stage Rewards.>

<Will you accept?>

<Yes/No>

The world has stopped around me. All that there is and all there has ever been is the window, and my shallow breathing.

“...Yesh,” I mumble. Using the stumps of my fingers, I press yes.

<You have obtained:>

<[Fetal Position Blowover(Lv.MAX)]

The God of Cowardice, who watches

over those that exhibit caution

above logic, has granted some

of His powers to His potential apostle.>

I see. Okay. That makes… sense…

As the world turns dark, I feel myself stumble forward, into the arms of the eyed shadow, and everything goes black, and then I faceplant the eternally white floor of the lobby and pass out cold.