Chapter 111.1

The again gate closes behind me.

A refreshing spring breeze blows by way of my physique, and clouds drift like mist within the sky.

The gentle daylight envelops the grassland on this peaceable spring day.

Not a day for somebody to die.

I activate [High-Speed Movement] and [Moving Up], and as I sprint alongside the freeway, I take advantage of [Presence Detection] to scan all instructions.

After which, it occurs. I sense one thing off.

No presence in any respect.

Not a single particular person, monster, or animal.

Had the pack of Sophric moved, inflicting all dwelling creatures to flee?

In the course of the restoration work, the one monster sighted was the Gausas Bull on the ultimate day.

Maybe it, too, prevented the Sophric and ventured into the mountains.

I focus my consideration again on [Presence Detection].

In any case, the shortage of noise is useful.

Not lengthy after I begin operating alongside the freeway, I detect a presence.

Nevertheless, I instinctively furrow my forehead.

That is unhealthy.

Up forward on the freeway, a large presence writhes like slime.

Is it a mass of Sophric?

Small presences are gathering and merging into one.

I believed there have been at most fifty within the pack, but it surely simply surpasses three digits.

No marvel all different creatures fled.

As I focus whereas operating, I detect a number of human-like presences within the heart.

In the event that they have been useless, I wouldn’t have the ability to sense them.

Not less than just a few are alive—however that is determined by the poison.

How efficient will my potion be?

To shorten the winding freeway, I dive into the forest.

I weave by way of and emerge, solely to have my imaginative and prescient lined by numerous squirrels.

These are Sophric—.

Within the surrounding bushes, bushes, and undergrowth, squirrels are writhing.

They appear regular however have barely bigger entrance enamel.

They naked these enamel, exhibiting a menacing expression, in contrast to any squirrel in direction of the people.

Within the small clearing of the forest, other than the guards, there have been a number of adventurers and retailers.

They type a circle, however solely the guards are holding the perimeter.

“Assist us!”

An adventurer notices me and shouts.

It’s clear they’re in a determined scenario, however asking a toddler for assistance is absurd.

I shortly scan with [Appraisal].

I need to say it’s over—however greater than half stay.

Furthermore, their rage intensifies as they put together for a second wave.

I take a deep breath and scan with [Appraisal] once more.

Identify: —

Species: Sophric (Frenzy)

Degree: 6

Well being: 17/17

Mana: 15/15

Energy: 6

Intelligence: 7

Dexterity: 16

Endurance: 6

Agility: 14 (Mobility: 19)

Charisma: 13

-Expertise-

Sturdy Poison, Mobility Increase 4, Leaping Rabbit 7, Poison Resistance 5

-Magic-

None

-Title-

Frenzied Avenger

Individually, their fight energy is beneath that of a goblin, however they possess uncommon abilities and titles.

The leaping within the air is because of [Leaping Rabbit]. A ability I’ve by no means heard of.

The poison is powerful, however not skill-enhanced. It appears to be a pure trait.

What’s extra noteworthy is the Frenzy standing.

These creatures aren’t loyal to one another.

They’re simply influenced by the title.

Realizing this, all of it is sensible.

They assault indiscriminately with out looking, but struggle to the loss of life as soon as they discover a goal.

Their habits lacks consistency.

Actually, many have been killed immediately by my first [Fireball].

A typical monster would flee or strategize after such an assault.

Sophric can do neither.

Their title controls them, leaving no alternative however to cost.

I recall seeing an analogous goat earlier than—but it surely was totally different.

It had no title and was only a pure trait.

Regardless, this battle is already over.