Oblivion's Heir: Rise of the Sovereign - Chapter 40: Survival

Chapter 40: Survival

The leg couldn’t be consumed directly.

’I need to… cook it?’ It felt weird to him, though he still went to the cooking area that lay at the edge of the house.

Ren noticed the change in his surroundings immediately. He was closer to the ceiling, signifying the height of the room was shorter, it was built with brick and marble, and the floor was tiled.

’So much for modest living.’ Despite the house being situated in the outer region, it was apparent that someone wealthy used to stay here, yet was still not influential enough to live in the Inner Keep.

A proper smoke vent was crafted, unlike one particular house where Ren only found a small gap working as a ventilation.

And fortunately, the vent wasn’t wide enough to let those vermyrexs get inside from it.

It occurred to him that even if a creature tried to enter, it would have to break down the door or a wall, which would be enough to wake him up, and this reason made Ren feel secure enough to sleep like a log the previous night.

After finding the necessary tools, Ren quickly heated the leg that he had carried beside him all the time.

’Why can’t it fit inside my inventory?’ He tried again, but nothing changed just like when he tried to put his axe inside his inventory.

It took longer than expected to heat it.

’I think it’s edible now?’ He poked it with a chopstick.

A little hesitant, Ren grabbed the limb that was almost as long as his own arm, and suddenly, a prompt appeared in his vision.

[Cooked Vermyrex’s Limb]

’Wait, so the system deems it cooked?’ He reconsidered before taking the risk, but the hunger gnawing inside him didn’t help.

Finally unable to control himself, Ren shut his eyes and greedily bit a huge chunk of meat off the limb.

Unlike his expectations, it didn’t taste repulsive. Rather, the taste turned out to be bland, like eating meat without spices, probably due to the lack of salt, but Ren didn’t find any ingredients inside the house, so having no further choice, he decided to settle for what he had without much further complaint.

The whole leg was devoured in no time.

For the first time in a while, Ren didn’t need to worry about food and could procure it all by himself.

“So that’s why only Owen was allowed to gather the drops… wait.” He shot upright as realization dawned upon him.

“Owen didn’t receive the vermyrex’s limbs, as it should have appeared in front of him if he did and the only kill where I finished a vermyrex didn’t drop anything.”

Now his suspicion that Owen could store a limb surfaced in his mind.

“If a limb could be stored then… weapons could too.”

This was Ren’s main issue. He had a lot of chances to take a weapon but every situation he ended up in further proved that carrying it would be too inefficient and he would lose it again and again.

Not to mention the fact that a normal axe wouldn’t be able to deliver the full force of his strike.

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｢Name: Ren

Level: 24

Bloodline: Heir of Oblivion

Strength:58

Agility:34

Vitality:30

Stamina:34

Mana:48 — [46/48]

Spirit Power:124

Skill: Oblivion Series, Oblivion Integration(1/1)｣

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“My strength is almost reaching sixty, enough to be on par with a level sixty human who would have placed one stat point per level in his strength.”

Though Ren knew very few people would have done that as they had the freedom to allocate their stats points however they liked, something which he couldn’t do.

“Sigh,” Not thinking about it any further, Ren chose to rest.

But after a few hours, the boredom didn’t let him stay.

There wasn’t anyone he could talk with to spend time and the absence of a weapon prevented him from training by himself.

“I guess I should just map out my current location as I would probably be staying here for a long time.”

He exited the residence and started to move from one narrow alley to another to avoid being found by vermyrexs.

But he couldn’t find even a single creature.

The whole area around his house was eerily quiet, even the wind felt slightly colder than normal.

Not even the occasional rat squeaks could be heard, the whole place felt as if it were devoid of life.

’Should I move further?’ Pondering, Ren decided to move a little away from the citadel, and sure enough, something special caught his eye.

Claw marks.

Multitudes of them were present all around the walls of the buildings, some even on the ground while others were on the drain coverings.

Every time, Ren had felt the increase in danger as time passed and that wasn’t all.

He had also noticed the difference in the builds of vermyrexs. Sure, many of them had the same common four-legged shape with multiple eyes, but some were different.

Fleshcleaver and Shirke were the exceptions in the vermins just like how those small flying creatures and that panther-like abomination were as vermyrexs.

’That mutated vermyrex whose strikes were enough to destroy buildings in a single bow was only level thirty-four. I should have thought about it sooner.’

It wasn’t only the humans who had a different distribution of stats, monsters were probably included too.

He facepalmed himself, feeling how stupid he was to not notice it sooner.

After mapping out the area, he decided to survey the other directions when out of nowhere, his senses tingled.

His throat went dry as his senses warned him.

Ren tensed and at once, turned behind abruptly, locking eyes with the person hiding above one of the dwellings.

The hooded figure spying on him didn’t expect himself to be caught like this.

In a moment of panic, his hands slipped and he fell down the building in the opposite direction to Ren.

’He’s related to the third faction.’ Ren knew he couldn’t let him get away.