A bra? Al stared dumbfounded.

[Amazonian Silk Bra(Rare-grade). Weave by the expert hands of an Amazonian Seamstress. Using the most precious silk produced by the larva of a Mosura. These are usually reserve for those young Amazonians that succeeded in their coming of age quest. Effect: +10 Strength.]

And the description only helped further in his amazement to the frilly bra in his hand. Who could have think that a bra could give an additional ten points in strength, equivalent to a whole ten level increase, and in Al’s book, that was something hard to ignore.

“Nah, I’m not going to do it,” Al shook his head. Stashing it away in his dimensional storage. He had hoped to get a weapon of some sort, and a bladed one would be the best. But alas, him and RNG had never been good with one another. One time, he remembered breeding a certain Pokemon in getting the best IV, but after who knows how many hours, he still couldn’t get it. Even after reading the guides and watching Youtube tutorials and so on, the RNG still shit on him.

“I can’t believe I still have bad luck with RNG even in real life,” Al whispered. But hey, at least the curse did some good for him. He turned to the new notification window.

[Identify reached level 2.]

Al assumed the experience multiplier also affected skill progression and for that, he was eternally grateful. Knowing how important skill was, leveling them up faster would at least ensure his survival out here. In light of that, Al kept spamming the Identify skill. Using it on everything around him. From the leaves, to the dirt on the ground. He used it on everything, trying to boost his chance in gaining another level in Identify. Unlucky for him, Identify wouldn’t work on everything he laid his sight on. Only specific items like the paralyzing Bana berries of this shrub, and the Magav fruit hanging on the tree right across his shrub. In time, he received a notification.

[Identify reached level 3.]

He smiled. It was fulfilling, seeing his effort being rewarded like this. Although he did it all for the sake of survival, accomplishing it did give him a little taste of instant gratification. Something he was too familiar with back when the new Pokemon game came out. And despite the negative connotation of it back then, now seemed to be very helpful in pushing him in reaching more.

Rather than sleeping through the night, Al kept on spamming his Identify. He could have use some sleep, but truth to be told, he doubted he could snooze in this sort of situation.

Time went by, and dawn came. His eyes were strained, and reddish. Dry seemed to be the proper word, and his eyelids grew heavier like lead. Yet despite all of that, Al kept himself awake. He witnessed the first light of dawn in this new world, bathing the plains with the warm light of the sun. For the first time, he was glad the night was away.

But something had to happen. A scream broke through the silence, and Al looked, finding a girl fleeing barefooted. What now, he grumbled. Prying from within the shrub, getting a closer look of what was going on. It was a girl in a violet night gown, running with her arms swaying left and right. And trailing behind her was something more than just a slime.

[Blud-hound. Level 5. Canine with the most acute sense of smell, and the smell of blood riled them up, sending them in a frenzy. Usually hunt in packs, but there are cases where an Omega is abandon and left to fend for their own.]

Great, now dogs are killing us, Al thought. He thought the quote man’s best friend probably didn’t apply here anymore. Al was about to jump in and saved the day, but his rational conscious stopped himself before leaving his shrub sanctuary.

The curse, he thought. His reality hit him, and he opened up his curse description. The word ‘off’ left a sour taste, and unlike before he noticed an apparent change in his status.

Name: Alduin Lightfoot

Level: 5(Locked)

Class: -Please choose your class-

Strength: 5(-3)

Stamina: 5(-3)

Regeneration: 6

Dexterity: 5

Agility: 5(-3)

Perception: 7(-1)

Intelligence: 7

Wisdom: 6

Charisma: 4

Stat Points: 0

Unique Ability: Curse of Solo

Skills: Identify(Lv.6)

It was hard to believe, but all his stats were reseted back to default like his level never meant a thing. “Fuck me,” he muttered. Staring in disbelief. No wonder he felt a bit weak when dawn broke. It was probably the time when this lass entered his hundred meters curse’s range.

Aw, shit. What should I do? He glanced at the incoming girl, and brainstormed over what to do. But ideas were hard to come up with when you lacked the appropriate sleep required for an average man. And with him stuck in his level one state, fighting against a hound with nasty teeth would be the most stupidest choice even if he did it out of chivalry.

Then in the desert of his mind, something sprouted. The bra, he thought. Pulling out the lady’s undergarment from his dimensional storage and stared it with hesitation.

Yet the scream of the girl pulled his eyes. It seemed the lady had tripped over a root or something, and the hound was getting closer by the second. In that split second in time, Al made his decision. “Fuck it,” he said. He wore the frilly beige bra over his bloody tee, and once he hooked the back, he glanced at his status.

Name: Alduin Lightfoot

Level: 5(Locked)

Class: -Please choose your class-

Strength: 15(-3)(+10)

Stamina: 5(-3)

Regeneration: 6

Dexterity: 5

Agility: 5(-3)

Perception: 7(-1)

Intelligence: 7

Wisdom: 6

Charisma: 4

Stat Points: 0

Unique Ability: Curse of Solo

Skills: Identify(Lv.6)

“It works!” He jumped out of the bush, and made a beeline with a stick in his hand.

The situation had turned dire. The hound was on top of the girl, biting over the shoulder as the girl’s screams fading by the second. He arrived a second later, and in a full swing, he swung down hard. Stick met skull, and he heard a crack. The boost in strength sent the canine rolling on the ground, but one hit was not enough. It got back up on its four feet, shaking its head.

Seeing it was shaken up, Al took his chance, pushing forward over that slight window of opportunity. Again, he smacked the stick hard at the hound. But his plan backfired. The hound leaped. Going for his neck. They stumbled and both dropped on the ground. Their battle raged on the ground, beast and human trying to one-up the other.

Fangs were held at bay. Al barred those jagged canines from reaching him with the stick in its mouth. Pushing with all his might, going up against the ferocity of a canine going wild. Its drool slipped and splashed on him, and the smell made him gag. He was on the verge of puking, but he pushed it back down. Keeping his head in the game. But then, the stick broke.

The hound went for him, and Al twisted his head to the side. Dodging it by a hairbreadth, and in an act of pure instinct, he stabbed the hound with the splintering end of the stick right in its bloody crimson eye. The hound howled, and Al wasn’t going to let go.

The canine flailed, dragging Al along. A few seconds later, silence returned back to the woods.

Al was panting on the ground, staring at the treetop foliage above him. The light barely went through and he could subtly see the sky gradually turning light blue. The thought of the girl came up, and Al got up on his feet.

To his surprise, the girl was already sitting on the ground with a pool of her own blood underneath.

He drew closer, and asked. “Hey, are you okay?” It was rather strange to him that the supposed damsel in distress was rather placid in response.

The girl looked up at him, gazing at him with her dark brown eyes. She was covered in her own blood, and the scene kinda at the border of being freaky. Voice escaped through her lips, and judging by how it sounded, Al was sure that this girl was a Japanese.

His gaze landed at the wound on her shoulder. It still seeping out blood, and yet she looked unfazed. But then he saw something ridiculous. His eyes went wide, and the nasty wound on her shoulder was slowly regenerating, healing at an incredible pace.

She stood up, smiling. Blood dripping from her drenched night gown, sticking to her skin, showing all the curves on her body. She drew closer, speaking to Al in her native language.

Yet before he could reply something in the line of I don’t know Japanese, a surprising notification came up.

The bold purplish words made its return, and the message it brought made him shudder.

[Kill her!]