Chapter: 50

[Molodus’s Essence] (Passive) Melee attackers take 1 poison damage over 3 seconds. Does not stack.

[Poison resistance 10%]

Description: Acquired after defeating [Stench-rat Molodus] – King of the soap rats, scourge of the stink-rat marshlands: Part of the vile rat king’s own soul was woven into this coat, he was not yet satisfied with his scourge as he died, his own hate lived on to form this coat from his own hide – this coat which now attempts to consume and decay all who threaten it.

“Wow, cool. And it has a level? I guess that means it can level up…?” Jay smiled “Though having a soul in my coat is a little creepy haha” Pleased with his new coat, Jay stashed his knapsack under the bed, before locking the door and leaving for the bar downstairs.

“Time to try those rat-tail steaks” Jay half-smiled as he made his way to the stairs.

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Tamara was preparing winter vegetables in the kitchen while her dad was frying up some rat-tail steaks, gradually shortening the long rat tail.

‘Ew, how could people even eat that? It’s disgusting!’ She thought as she prepared her smile before going out to the customers.

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As Jay was about to go down the stairs, a young man with glasses and a top-knot ran past “Excuse me sir” he said as he continued down the stairs, this time with an empty pitcher.

Jay didn’t mind him as he followed him down the stairs, walking down the hallway and proceeding to the bar.

“Here you are,” Tamara said with a smile, placing a plate with steaming food in front of Jay, smiling as she left him to enjoy his meal – she went on to serve the top-knot guy, who seemed to look both fearful and annoyed that he had to wait because of Jay’s meal taking priority. After receiving another pitcher of beer, he scampered off into the hallway and up the stairs.

Jay had no hesitation as he scoffed down the tender rat-tail steak, surprised at how juicy the meat was as it melted in his mouth, he almost regretted selling it. “How is this so delicious. Is it because it’s a monster drop maybe? Man, Adventuring is so awesome – I definitely can’t go back to butchering.” encouraging himself while he chewed “I’m an adventurer now, I won’t go back.”.

Finishing the last of his meal with a beer, he leisurely walked back upstairs and got into bed, a dozy smile of contentedness on his face. Thankfully, the gentleman upstairs was quiet now, so he quickly fell asleep.

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On a cold morning in a winter forest, a lone hunter exhales quietly as his breath forms a small cloud. “Last 4 hours at most” he thought, checking the tracks again, he knew he was close to his prey – a glade deer.

These animals are prized for their meat, however their eyes are able to see body heat through the thick vegetation. Only in winter can someone hope to catch these deer – the hunter’s body heat masked by the cold environment.

Slowly creeping around a tree, the hunter stops in place as he holds his breath at the scene before him..

“…ungodly”

The grey winter forest was painted red by the remaining corpse of a glade deer, it’s innards pulled out across a rock; It’s head – nowhere to be found. Parts of it’s fleshy hide were ripped out, some hanging on nearby trees.

“Whatever killed it did it without any mercy at all…what the fuck happened here…” he whispered to himself.

The hunter didn’t even move a muscle, hoping that whatever did this was not close by. He listened and looked around, the only sound coming from small gusts of wind blowing through the trees.

Readying his bow as he tried not to vomit, he had only one thought: ‘I have to live, I have to get back to the village and report this…’

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