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As the Dark Orcs fell, the system's prompts kept ringing in Rayal's ears. He looked at the achievements and experience points that popped up on the panel, feeling both surprised and somewhat uneasy.
Achievement Unlocked: Overcoming the Odds
"Successfully defeated an opponent at least twenty levels higher than oneself."
This achievement represents Rayal's significant improvement in strength in the other world, but at the same time, it also reminds him to have enough courage and wisdom when facing powerful enemies.
Achievement Unlocked: Demon Hunting Moment
"First time killing a demon."
This achievement marks another important milestone in Rayal's adventurous career, as he has transformed from a mere Wanderer into a warrior capable of battling monsters.
With these achievements unlocked, Rayal's experience points have soared, and he has jumped from level five to level fifteen in one go. He feels a qualitative leap in his inner strength at this moment, with every muscle filled with unprecedented power and vitality.
Rayal is amazed at his own growth speed, but he is also aware that this means his survival conditions in this world will become more difficult. His name and deeds will attract more attention, whether from enemies or potential allies.
Rayal carefully allocates the newly acquired ability points and skill points on the panel. He understands that as a Wanderer in this dangerous world, he needs higher agility to deal with various sudden threats. So, he invests most of the ability points in agility to improve his speed and reaction capabilities. In addition, he also adds some points to his endurance to enhance his stamina, ensuring that he does not become too tired during long battles or escapes.
In the skill tree, Rayal noticed that as his level increased, he had unlocked some new skills. One of them, called "Stealing Chickens and Touching Dogs," a theft skill, caught his interest. This skill allows him to steal items without being noticed, which is undoubtedly a survival skill in his current situation.
Another skill is called "Random Attack," which is an attack skill. Although the name sounds unreliable, in specific situations, this seemingly disorderly attack method may produce unexpected effects in a melee.
Rayal is curious about these two new skills, but at the same time, he is aware that relying solely on these skills is far from enough. He needs to understand this world more deeply and the role he can play in it. His heart is filled with a longing to become a true hero, no longer a passive recipient of fate's arrangements as a Wanderer.
Rayal was originally focused on browsing the system panel, searching for possible clues to enhance his strength. Numbers and text quickly jumped in his field of vision, seemingly representing endless possibilities and hope. However, his focus was suddenly interrupted by a roar. The voice was heavy and full of hostility, like the roar of an ancient beast. Rayal instantly snapped out of the system panel, looked up, and saw a group of Dark Orcs angrily charging in his direction.
These Dark Orcs are huge in size, with muscles as solid as iron, and they wield a variety of weapons, each emitting an ominous glow. Their eyes shine with a red light, reflecting their thirst for slaughter and deep resentment towards Rayal.
Rayal can feel every hair on his body standing on end with tension. The Dark Orcs move with heavy and swift steps, weaving through narrow alleys like predatory beasts on the hunt. Rayal knows deep down that these orcs far surpass his own strength, and their rage makes them even more unpredictable and dangerous.
He suddenly realized that he had to make a choice, either to choose to fight or to find a way out. However, the orcs in front of him seemed to have already decided not to give him much choice. Their roars grew louder and louder, like a warning from the depths of hell, foreshadowing the impending bloodshed and violence.
Rayal's eyes shimmered with determination, and he had decided not to retreat. Faced with wave after wave of Dark Orcs, an unprecedented fighting spirit surged in his heart. He was no longer the fearful, evasive Wanderer, but a warrior ready to fight.
He squatted down, the rough sand and gravel rolling in his hands. With his intention, the ordinary sand instantly became deadly, shimmering with ominous light. Rayal stared at the few orcs charging at the forefront, his heart pounding wildly, knowing this would be a battle of life and death.
With a low growl, Rayal waved his hand forward, scattering the deadly dust towards the orcs. The sand drew silver streaks in the air, like invisible blades of the grim reaper, swiftly piercing the orcs' skin. In an instant, the orcs' bodies were penetrated by countless tiny grains of sand, and blood gushed out from their bodies like burst blood bags.
The orcs who had charged at the forefront fell like harvested wheat, their bodies covered in small wounds, and the ground quickly accumulated pools of blood. These originally fierce orcs appeared as fragile as paper in the face of Rayal's Lethalization ability.
Rayal stood up, looking at the struggling orcs on the ground, with no trace of mercy in his heart. This is the cruel rule of the alien world: it's either you die or I perish. His breathing became rapid, and his blood seemed filled with the fervor of battle.
However, more orcs were charging towards him, and Rayal knew that the battle was far from over. He clenched his fists, ready to face the next wave of attacks. In this perilous world, he could only continue to fight for survival, and to seek the opportunity that would make him a hero.
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