Sigh, I suppose you really do have to cherish the life you are given.
After searching in the snow for a while, I found another bear - only a male this time. There would be no mercy. I decided I wouldn't use my abilities and readied my Halberd.
Although it is inferior to the Lord of the Forest, its four arms were quite bothersome and powerful, making it a fitting opponent.
In the end, I cut the arms off one by one, then cut its head off and ate it whole.
Ability unlocked [Bristle Guard]
I wandered further in to the mountains, looking for my next prey. The next thing I encountered was something like a deer, a monster about five meters in stature.
It was pure white with muscles quite developed like that of a leopard. While it looks like a deer, it is obviously a carnivore. It stands tall and gives off the aura of a champion.
As for the rest of its characteristics, it was enormous, similar to that of a giant. It was covered in white hair that gave off a faint glow from the snow and the slight rays of sunlight beating down on it.
It was as if the heavens itself were stating that this beast was divine.
It was as if it was a painting of a majestic spirit.
Without even having to see the front of the beast, I can easily tell this is the boss of the . It's the giant of the giant race [Fomori], the living embodiment of the earth. It has been told to me that the Fomorians are an existence that is stronger than any normal boss monster of a forest or mountain range, and this one stands at the pinnacle of all of them.
Discovering this great beast, I know that I must fight it no matter the cost. Now, I begin to pick from my near three hundred abilities.
My senses and body are greatly enhanced, I clad myself in my [Red Bear Beast King's Prestige]. I wield my halberd and the Shuyari. With these prepared, I turned to face this great beast.
This beast may be killed instantly, but in the case it isn't, I'll need to use everything I have just to survive. This is an opponent that I have almost no chance of winning against. Its sheer presence is of that level.
I put my chances of winning at 30 percent. In other words, I put my chances of being killed at 70 percent.
My chances of winning against the Lord of the Forest when I was a hobgoblin were more than twice the chances now. I'm overflowing with cold sweat, the premonition of death sweeping over my entire body. But this is something that I must do.