[Feral: 0
Awakened: 0
Crowned: 0]
[Talent: Eyes of Comprehension (SSS RANK): The Eyes of All Understanding (Croak Boost - F Rank)]
[Timer: 00:14:00 (Lvl 2)]
> Reverse: Reverse time without restriction, as long as you have enough time.
Revert: Reverse time without restriction on a single target, as long as you have enough time.
[Eternal Monarch Physique (Partial)]
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Staring at the timer interface, Tarkan's eyes locked onto the new, Revert.
He'd been so fixated on the outrageous prices of weapons in the Trade Shop that the change had completely slipped his mind.
Now, curiosity and anticipation took over, Testing the theory he'd formed a while back, his attention on the Brass knuckles.
"Revert, one second," Tarkan ordered mentally.
Using his new bracelet, he scanned the brass knuckles which was one of the very useful function on the bracelet.
> Worn Brass Knuckles
Type: Unarmed
Durability: 40/80
Rarity: Common
There was no noticeable change on the item itself.
He quickly pulled up the timer interface to check if anything had actually happened.
[Timer: 00:13:59 (Lvl 2)]
And Sure enough, one second had been subtracted from the timer.
Which meant it worked but not enough to show change.
Trying again, he muttered silently: "Revert, two seconds."
Again, no visible change to the knuckles
Frustrated, he gritted his teeth.
"Revert, two minutes!" he shouted in his mind, his eyes closed the desperation in his tone as if his very life was being pulled out of him
He waited a few seconds eyes still closed, scared to verify whether it worked.
Gritting his teeth, he scanned the brass knuckles again.
> Worn Brass Knuckles
Type: Unarmed
Durability: 78/80
Rarity: Common
Hidden Effect: Increases critical chance on punches.
His heart leapt, A burst of joy surged through him.
Tarkan wanted to scream, to leap into the air in triumph, but he restrained himself.
The noise could attract monsters, and he wouldn't want a repeat of what happened in the awakening trial.
Even though the hidden effect wasn't much, it was still Better than nothing.
For a fleeting moment, an idea crossed his mind which was to head back to the Trade Shop, list the knuckles for thirty gold coins, and use the funds to purchase a sword instead.
But he quickly dismissed it.
It wasn't a simple bring-and-take transaction.
After listing, he'd need to wait for a buyer. That could happen instantly or take days, even years.
And he couldn't afford to wait that long.
After a few minutes of basking in his quiet victory.
He had already marked his target for his first hunt, the frogs.
They were the first creatures to greet him when he arrived in this strange world.
Officially, they were called Bog Skippers. These creatures were most commonly found in swamps and around murky waters.
While not deadly, their spit carried a numbing venom that caused temporary paralysis, enough to spell doom if faced with stronger enemies during that time.
Their threat level was very low, which made them ideal prey for beginners.
After some walking, Tarkan arrived at the frogs locations.
The smell of damp earth filled his nostrils. As he moved carefully through the underbrush, the familiar sound of croaking reached his ears.
He found a nearby site crouched and peered through.
There they were a cluster of Bog Skippers, lazily croaking near the water's edge.
He moved silently
Targeting one frog that was farther away from the group, he tiptoed as stealthily as possible.
He approached from the side, careful not to step on twigs or make sudden movements to alert it.
When he was close enough, he jumped.
Using all the strength he could muster, he struck its head with his fist.
To his surprise, the frog's head burst like a watermelon, the brass knuckles amplifying the impact
It died instantly never knowing what hit it.
The noise, however, startled the rest.
Suddenly, the croaking intensified, echoing loudly across the swamp alerting the others.
The remaining frogs turned their attention to Tarkan, furious and alert.
Though they were still a fair distance away, that didn't stop them from retaliating.
They began jumping erratically and spitting from long range streams of greenish liquid flying through the air.
Tarkan's eyes widened, The poisonous spit was faster than he expected.
He dove to the side, narrowly avoiding a glob as it went on hitting a nearby tree trunk.
Another glob came from his left. He ducked and rolled, heart pounding he would be shredded to pieces if a split of that glob were to touch him.
These creatures were no joke even with a low threat level, their coordinated assault made them dangerous if underestimated.
Regaining his footing, Tarkan
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