"If this is really a world of the game, then those guys should be around here."

Said Anton walked towards the woods sometime later he noticed human-like things moving around woods aimlessly. With body seems like a made of shadow, having no face except two glowing eyes those were The Lost Ones.

They were something like cannon fodder that posses status similar to a simple human villager. On their description said they are former ordinary humans that corrupted by old gods, but due to their weak body and mana they turned, into puppet-like beings without any will.

"Sorry, but I need your mana stones."

Said Anton walked towards one of the lost ones. Sensing something getting closer, lost one swung its one arm towards the intruder. Despite having his first time, Anton was quite calm as he observed incoming fist then he tried to use the only skill he just learned.

Counter Lv1 Taking a defensive stance for a half sec. During that time, any basic attack or skill that contacts the user's body will be nullified and countered with equal force that nullified during time against the attacker

On moment Anton thought of using the skill he unconsciously moved as he moved his left leg a little bit back while his right leg in front with his two palms in front of his face. On moment fist moved past his palm Anton immediately pushed lost one's arm away with his left hand at the same time threw a punch with his right arm using his whole body.

Followed by heavy sound lost one after receiving counter took few steps back and dropping on the ground turning into light particle leaving behind a small blue stone about the size of an egg on the grass. While Anton stood there dumbfounded at a move, he just pulled off.

"Wow."

Anton exclaimed he knows something like this will happen when he uses skill, but he still got surprised as to how much different in reality.

Earned 1 Str

Hearing the sound, Anton remembered his class and the innate skill he has chosen.

In The Bastion, there is are 13 core classes that separated into many different classes depending on the player's choice. The Seed is a simple but unique class in its own way. It is only class doesn't start with any kind of equipment except the single leaf and had the weakest starting status in the game while other classes start with their own weapons and armors.

But in exchange for his weak start seed got a two skill that makes up for its weakness.

The Seed (Passive) Be small or big after every successful win rewarded with a random amount of permanent status boost. +1 random stats for the enemy has rank from common to elite, +5 for champions and bosses The Duel(Not Learned) Calls enemy with a rank champion or higher to one on one duel while all active abilities sealed for 10 seconds. If the user is able to kill, knock out, or target moved away from the user within the given time, it will be rewarded with 1% of total status.

Those two skills along with skills that simple and easy to understand, were the reason why Anton has chosen this class. As someone didn't like to spend his money on useless things The Seed was a perfect choice as he didn't have to worry about premium equipment because his character grows strong in time along with simple mechanics that don't hurt his head.

"Ah, I forgot to take something to put those stones."

Said, Anton took a small blue stone from the ground and placed under the tree then walked towards the next The Lost one. This time he tried to take down without skill. He was not trying to be rude, but The Lost ones were something like cannon fodder of old god's army that even weaker than military. Their only saving grace was their number, but as one they were nothing more than walking mana stone.

Just like last one lost one swung its arm towards Anton. In exchange, Anton swung his fist at the same time, but this time way he moved, and way he punched looked completely different from the previous self that countered an attack with perfect form.

It was no surprise as Anton in his past 28 years he fought only once and that one fight was something he didn't want to remember as he threw far back of his mind. His punch looked clumsy, telegraphed, and at worst when throwing a punch, his eyes were closed.

But punch was still punch if it hits it will still hurt especially, one from demi-god that used all of his power.

*Crack!*

Hearing crunching sound, Anton opened his eyes and saw Lost one with its head facing the wrong direction. A moment's later lost one turn into light leaving behind another mana stone.

"To update my hall and building blacksmith at least I need 15 mana stone."

After saying that, Anton suddenly overwhelmed with embarasment and facepalmed remembering his pathetic form. Then he even more cringed as he remembered how similar he looked like idols at the ceremony he saw on tv.

"I really need to fix my form."

Placing simple goal in front of himself, Anton went to hunt more Lost ones. At night while recycling the ruin Anton's people saw a figure walking out the forest. Noticing the figure was their lord who carrying many mana stones immediately they went to their lord.

"Please Lord you could just send us why do such a work."

Seeing how dirty Anton looked they really felt ashamed as making someone closer to god to do such dirty work.

"Naah, don't worry about such things right now I don't have such a luxury. Continue your works."

Said Anton dispersed people around him while deep down he was quite happy that even in this world people still worrying about him. Then opened the building tab and chooses to update his village hall and build a new blacksmith.