Geomchi5 answered as if it was simple.
“Whenever my level rises, I put my stats into Strength. If you’re a man then strength is the way to go! Oh, and I put a little into Agility. If the Agility is low, then I can’t strive to hit monsters properly without receiving reciprocated damages; and that would increase the chance of me receiving a critical blow.”
It was something out of Maylon's prediction.
“So you’re saying until now most the stats were put into Strength?”
“Yes. Where else am I gonna put them?”
“……”
Whether it was ignorance or courageous, the Geomchis growth revolved around Strength; aside from the little points put into Agility.
The side effect of this is always the lack of mana that spells the inability to use skills, and with the low defense means a single attack from the monsters can increase the chance of death!
Death meant the loss of a level and drop in various skills’ proficiency, so would the stats placed in Strength.
“Geomchi9’s stronger than me by 2 stats!”
No one knew when it turned into a competition!
But it became a contest to see who can get the higher Strength stats amongst themselves.
With encountering monsters, they increased Agility accordingly to give them a lee way to dodge. Attack and defense were coordinated according to their will.
Even with the lack of dexterity, they moved precisely without much worry; so it was a battle revolving the increment of Strength!
Battle of masters!
This was a method that anyone who knew better would never attempt.
‘Monsters!’
‘The laborious monster and actual monsters.’
The persistency of Weed was something they couldn’t dare to venture.
The Geomchis were similar in their eyes. Their strong desire to be strong and their struggles to do so forced everyone to admire them.
Maylon and Pale's eyes met.
“Maybe…”
“Could we actually be able to resolve this quest?”
Weed had come up with a plan, but everybody was dubious. They swallowed in their doubts and participated, knowing it was unlikely to succeed.
Since it couldn’t be helped that it’d be a let down after working their ways to Todeum, so they followed the plan without a complaint.
And now, a little hope was seen.
It was hard for Zephyr to endure the curiosity: how on earth were they able to level up so quickly.
Zephyr sent a whisper to Irene.
-Irene nim. I want to be informed of something. In what ways are the Geomchi nims hunting and where?
A moment in time passed before Irene replied.
-Now, we are hunting on the plains.
-Are there a lot of monsters there?
-Monsters? At first when we arrived, it was a paradise of monsters. There were many villages, many buildings, and many wandering monsters.
Irene was a quiet character. So now she seemed to be embarrassed with each accumulated word, but she still had more to say.
-Near the beginning when we arrived at the plains, there were thousands of various monsters! So I thought we should give up and return to hunt the Crocodiles. But before I said anything, Geomchi3 recklessly rushed toward the monsters in the plain and struck them.
-So you’re still on the plain you told me about a while ago?
-Yes. Instead of withdrawing Geomchi3 nim proposed a mission.
-What kind of mission?
-He’s out to lure monsters. He was to go to where monsters are and kite them back here. And then…
-Gulp! And after that?
Zephyr couldn’t see and only imagined the situation.
To openly provoke the monsters in his eyes was not a smart behavior.
-There were hundreds of monsters chasing him!
-Ugh! Why so many?
-But I really admire the Geomchi nims. We managed to come out victorious, barely. And then from there, we kept moving toward the populated plains, fighting. Also, yesterday we found a monster’s lair and like a punitive force, we…
Irene complaints continued indefinitely.
“Yatz! Yatz!”
“These guys are mine.”
“Here we go! Here we go! Slaughter them all!”
Shouts traveled on the rampant battlefield.
Irene at this moment was treating the injured Geomchis who were waiting in line, the number of patients was nearing 35 people.
They were in need of Irine’s divine magic without letting her take a break.
“By the power of the Spirit, please relieve this one from suffering, Hand of Treatment! Geomchi395 nim, please be careful.”
“Yep, thank you.”
“I’m Geomchi44.”
“Gyaa!”
Irene involuntarily screamed.
Geomchi44 whole body was bleeding.
He was almost at death’s door!
It was surprising that he didn’t drop dead right about now.
Even more so that he let out a laugh.
“Why so shy. I thought that if we were hurt we’re supposed to come here for treatment, right…well, if you’re busy, I’ll come again.”
“This is not the time to be saying that! Come quickly so I can help you.”
“Something like this isn’t much. I still have 200HP remaining. It’s not a problem, you know.”
Whenever and wherever, the weak side of a man can never be shown.
Even before death, Geomchi44 maintained his image.
“Increase stamina of this worn body. Recovery! By the power of the Spirit, please relieve this one from suffering, Hand of Treatment!”
Irene casted urgently.
First, it was to increase stamina, then onto recovering vitality. This was the way to effectively maximize the output of divine magic.
But before she could fully treat him, her mana was depleted.
“Please wait. I’ll continue healing after my mana’s replenished.”
“No need, just lightly wrap this because it seems like they’re fighting again.”
“Excuse me?”
“This last bit of healing, you can wrap me up with bandages and I’ll be good.”
“……”
Geomchi44’s body was still bleeding when he returned to the battlefield.
Even after that, there was still a line of the wounded!
And in the same way, some of them who weren’t in critical condition got wrapped up while those who were got healed.