Chapter 234
Turns out, letting a giant Crocodile take a sizeable chunk out of your business district is exceedingly painful . Like, it hurts a frickin' lot .
FTAGN!
MY ASS!
Is this a hostile takeover of my commercial operations!? What the hell, Croc?!
In that one strike my Hp has plunged perilously low . I activate my regen gland once again to let whatever regeneration that has accumulated up to this point flow into my system and pull me back from the brink .
[Deep Meditation has reached level 2]
I bet it has .
[Cerebral Endurance has reached level 4]
If the brain is a muscle then I've pumped the heck out of mine . I'm certain its sprained . Thank goodness for meditation keeping my mind relatively calm in this moment . It isn't stopping me from rolling around on the ground in agony as I contemplate life without a backside, but it is allowing me the freedom of thought to openly mock myself . So that's something .
The Croc isn't doing any better than me thankfully . I fired both barrels of acid straight into his open mouth . I'm assuming that both sets of jaws share one throat, so the poor sucker has little hope of getting anything out of his mouths . The sticky acid will be hardening and gumming up his pipes just as fast as it burns through that soft, soft inner flesh .
"HSSSSSS! HARRAAAARRR!" the Croc gurgles and hisses as it struggles, falling to the ground as it thrashes about and throws itself off balance due to its one extra heavy leg .
CRASH .
The enormous beast falls heavily into the dirt . It raises all of its available claws to rip and tear at its own neck, ripping away scales and skin with its own hands .
Wait a sec . Is what I think it is? Is it just me or is that Croc turning a little blue?
Sure enough, the Croc is choking . The acid has solidified and blocked its throat, forbidding the passage of air . Even more than the burning effect, the lack of air is really starting to tell on the Croc .
I lie panting as my body slowly tries to regenerate itself . A huge chunk has been ripped out of my carapace and my insides have been exposed to the world . I barely want to move as I watch the Croc gradually struggle less and less, growing more feeble with the passage of time, until finally .
[You have slain level 53 Garralosh Praeceptorem]
[You have gained experience]
[You have reached level 15]
[You have reached level 16]
[You have reached level 17]
[You have reached level 18]
[You have reached level 19]
[You have reached level 20]
[You have reached level 21]
. . . what?
Seven levels? Just like that? And level fifty three?! Just how evolved was this monster? If I think about it, my max level should be forty right now . So this monster is at least one evolution beyond me . There's a chance that it's more though . A strong chance .
Holy crap . We took on something like that and survived? What the hell was I thinking?! Just because we evolved once more I thought I was the bees knees, cock of the walk, the big cheese! There's still a long way to go before I'm truly strong .
Not that I think monsters this powerful are common . Not at this level . Unless I miss my guess, this big fellow must have been fairly old . Old enough to pile up a ton of levels and Biomass …
Biomass .
Just how much Biomass will we be able to get out of this thing?
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