33 New Farm and New Abilities (1/2)
Fang eagerly awaited the opening of the box.
Immediately, a small yellow scroll with green script floated out. Hovering in the air for a moment, it spun slowly. Then it shot into Fang's mind.
His face fell. So... another useless battle skill... how pitiful...
[King of the Birds and Beasts Technique Acquired]
Fang frowned.
'What is this?'
[This is a technique that allows you to establish relationships with the birds and beasts of the forests. It also helps you to subdue them if necessary through a powerful and primal aura. In addition, it increases your earth and nature affinity as well as your healing skills]
Fang frowned. This... was pathetic...
”I saved an entire country from civil war!!!” he cried.
The system was silent.
”This is all I get?” he questioned.
'Would you like me to take it away?' the system asked him telepathically.
'No! I'll take it!' he cried mentally.
The expression on his face was extremely odd as if he was struggling fiercely to rein in his curses and abuses towards the system. As life had taught him, abusing systems NEVER went well.
Sighing, he accepted the scroll. At least he could talk to the birds and beasts, although he didn't see how it could ever help him.
Continuing to trudge onwards, he pushed forward on the dirt path. Step after step, he repeated the same routine until he entered a mindless trance.
Shaking himself free from that state, Fang sat down for a break.
CHIRP CHIRP!
Fang startled, looking around for the source of the noise. A small, yellow bird fluttered down and sat next to him.
”These freaking humans, I swear! Messing everything up, especially in this economy! The workers, that is, the animals should rise up against this oppression!” it cried.
Fang stared at the bird. Shaking his head, he continued to stare. The bird looked at him and tilted its head.
”Well what do we have here... some kind of pervert? I'll have you know that bestiality is illegal amongst your race!” it warbled.
Fang nearly spit out blood.
'This bird...,' he thought.
'The sad part is not what it is speaking, but that humans enjoy this kind of thing: they enjoy listening to the birds tell them to go kill themselves and call it music!' he thought miserably.
Turning his attention to the bird, he took a deep breath.
”Hey,” he spoke.
The bird leaped backward, shocked at this human talking to it. Screaming in fear, it flapped it's wings furiously and flapped away as fast as it could.
”PERVERT!” it screamed.
”HEY! STOP --- NO--- HEY!” Fang protested to no avail.