But, as expected, he couldn't do it.
It wasn't because he couldn't, it was because he had no idea how to do it.
"I'm supposed to create something like... Magic formulas? What were they called? Why is this kind of information so fragmented? Is it because of the way he died?" Louis was forced to sigh and look ahead.
He had been trying to throw magic attribute bullets at a skeleton on the other side of him that hadn't noticed his existence until now. But since he couldn't do it, he decided to practice his aim.
He aimed with one hand, trying to hit it in the head. He wanted to kill it immediately. They were about 5 meters apart, so they weren't that far away.
Then he pulled the trigger, and the sound of the shot was accompanied by an explosion from the undead's head, which was slightly larger than the previous one.
"Not bad. My aim is improving. But this is unfortunate. Every time I do this, I feel like my body is rapidly losing Passive Energy. How can I fix this?" He sighed.
He realized that he really needed to go to that Royal Academy and decided to put away his gun, just in case more powerful beasts appeared. He couldn't keep hunting like this, and he believed that with his current strength, he could easily kill these undead.
So, he decided to continue moving forward.
With each step, he gradually began to encounter more and more undead. As he had thought before, his fist was certainly enough to kill them. If he hit them in the head, he could destroy them with a single punch.
So he continued walking until suddenly, he encountered an undead that was a little different.
It wasn't carrying any sticks or nonsense.
He had to jump quickly to the side to dodge a sword that struck him vertically.
This sword easily pierced a branch behind him.
'An undead swordsman... It's pretty strong,' he thought. 'I've killed about eight. I wonder when I'll level up.'
After dodging a second attack, this time horizontal, by ducking, he threw his powerful fist at the lower chest, hitting it with a powerful blow that sent it flying backwards until it hit a tree.
"Oh? I didn't break any bones?" He was finally excited to find a worthy opponent and approached the undead, using his little knowledge about fighting.
Since he used to go to the gym, he occasionally practiced boxing. He used boxing tactics, adding a little of what he had once seen on TV.
Thanks to this, he could replicate some fighting moves, but now he was facing someone using a sword.
Even though he was in a fantasy world similar to a video game, could he withstand an attack without dying or being pierced? It didn't matter if he now seemed to have much more strength than before when he was on Earth; fighting someone with bladed weapons had never been something that a human from Earth had ever considered easy.
And even less so if the weapon in question was a war sword.
That's why he was a little afraid. It was inherent in his Earth-bound mind, but he still approached, because he needed to try these things too.
"I just hope I don't die from a sword blow if it hits me."
The undead, feeling no pain, could get up quickly and charge at him again with a horizontal attack.
Meanwhile, Louis swallowed hard. He was determined to test his vitality. How good was he? How much damage could he take from this attack?
So he focused on watching the sword's movement intently. It wasn't moving very fast, which meant he was stronger than his enemy and could therefore see its movement clearly.
It was a horizontal attack aimed at his chest.
His mind worked quickly, and his left arm formed a shield, bringing it toward the impact zone. At the same time, his other arm was prepared to strike forward.
The sword soon struck, causing Louis's arm to tremble, while a slight cold pain was transmitted to his brain. The sword had struck and also wounded him.
Louis moved immediately with his right hand and unleashed a powerful punch to the head. The undead seemed to feel dizzy even though it couldn't feel anything, as the force of the impact sent it reeling backward with its head slightly bruised.
Louis didn't waste any time. Seeing that his first and only punch had landed correctly, he was suddenly enthusiastic and wanted to try another one he had seen once before.
So he jumped slightly forward with a basic footwork move. He struck with his left as soon as he landed, then quickly with his right, both blows landing on the undead creature's head.
Due to his strength, the undead was knocked back several steps, so Louis took two slightly awkward steps forward, ending up with his right leg in front, and then launched a flying kick with his left leg, aimed at the neck.
He did all this quickly to land the entire combo correctly, and although he realized he had made a slight mistake, his leg was long enough and close enough to strike the skull directly with the tip of his foot.
The undead's head suddenly flew off to the side like a soccer ball, and the rest of the bones scattered from the force of the impact.
Just then...
[You have leveled up]
[1 stat point has been added to all your stats.]
His eyes sparkled with excitement. The combo had worked out better than he expected, and even though he hadn't used all his strength, he had managed to kill the undead. What's more, he had finally leveled up.
"Good." He rejoiced and finally looked at his arm, which he had used as a shield.
He had a wound there, his skin was broken, and the flesh was exposed. Some blood was oozing out.
"I originally thought that Vitality would create some kind of shield over my skin or something, but what it does is harden me directly. I see, that's why I feel like my whole body radiates power. This is a lot like a video game, really." He smiled and looked ahead.
His perception was high enough to know that they were watching him even though no one was in sight.
"Come to me, little ones. Let me see how good you are." He declared and moved forward again. He was about to leave the forest, which meant he would finally enter the center of the Small Wing.