The Whisperwind Jungle became Liam's
sanctuary, his training ground,
Days stretched into weeks, weeks into months, each one a grueling cycle of hunt and survival.
He didn't just fight; he learned. He observed the flow of battle,
He honed his strikes, turning instinct into precision,
His physical form began to transform. The gaunt, weak frame of Liam
was replaced by a physique that hinted at immense, coiled strength. His muscles rippled under his skin,
His movements became fluid, his agility supernatural.
navigate dense thickets without a sound, and disappear into shadows .
As he leveled up,
he began to integrate more of the latent magical force into his attacks.
an infusion of energy that made his punches hit with the force of a battering ram,
his kicks shatter bone, and his movements defy the laws of physics.
One evening, he killed a pack of Dire-Hyenas and feeling the familiar rush of experience points,
the screen in his mind shimmered,
with something new.
> LEVEL 49 REACHED!
> Ancient Seal Broken!
>
He instinctively pulled up his full status to see the change, and he ssaw at the bottom of his attributes.
> Liam – Level 49 / 100
> * Strength: 240
> * Agility: 240
> * Endurance: 240
> * Magic: 240
> * Dark Force: 10
> * Health: 12000/12000
>
"Dark Force" attribute appeared.
This new power promised immense potential,
a deeper connection to the destructive essence of the serpent's Power.He felt it settle within him,
It granted him the ability to manipulate shadows, to drain the life force from his enemy,
to move with an even greater,
more terrifying stealth.
He continued his relentless quest,
now cultivating this dark energy alongside his physical strength.
He was driven by an insatiable hunger for strength,
an innate understanding that this was his destiny.
He faced creatures that would have made seasoned adventurers flee in terror—Giant Scorpions,
monstrous Gryphons that soared through the skies, and lumbering Earth Elementals that shook the very ground.
Finally, after a brutal, drawn-out confrontation with a monstrous Gore-Beast,
a creature of pure, unbridled fury, the system announced :
> LEVEL UP!
> Title Acquired: Assassin
>
The familiar surge of power was a thousand times more potent than any before it. The screen refreshed,
displaying a status that felt less like a man and more like a myth.
> Liam – Level 100 / 100
> * Title: Assassin
> * Strength: 500
> * Agility: 500
> * Endurance: 500
> * Magic: 500
> * Dark Force: 250
> * Health: 25000/25000
>
He stood amidst the steaming remains of the Gore-Beast, his chest heaving from the sheer immensity of the power coursing through him.
His eyes, however, were locked on a single, bizarre word on his display.
Assassin.
"Now I'm an assassin,"
The system had given him a purpose, a designation. The Whisperwind Jungle, once a symbol of his desperate escape, was now his dominion.
He was a weapon, perfectly forged, ready to carve his own path in a world that had once sought to break him.