“Gaaaaaah!!!!”

I awoke to the sound of a pained scream.

‘An attack?’

I thought, as I grabbed the two weapons closest to me.

A rusted dagger and a stone tomahawk.

“Who the fuck is there!?”

I shouted, angrily.

“Kill demon!”

“Kill! Kill!”

“Die!”

“Help!!!! Leg! Hurts!”

“Help the goblin!”

“I helped him! Now! Give me coins!”

They said, as they pulled a goblin out of my “spike pit”

Its leg was brutally torn to pieces, but other than that. It was… fine.

“Well then, look at all of these greedy little buggers…I think it’s time for them to die”

I said, as I threw the stone tomahawk into one of the goblin’s heads. And I rushed another goblin and stabbed it multiple times with the rusted dagger, with a crazed grin on my face.

“Kill the demon!”

“He kill friend! He be killed!”

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha”

“I’ll get him first!

The remaining four goblins rushed at me.

“Gah!”

“Guh!”

I quickly dispatched of two of them using my rusted dagger.

“Die!”

A goblin slashed at me with an… actually decent short sword.

“Well… thanks for the weapon”

I said as I punched it in the face, took the short sword out of its hand and cut its head off.

There’s one left.

It’s the one that fell in the spike pit.

“I’ll give you to the count of five, run as fast as you can”

I said with a grin.

“I- Aaaaah!”

The goblin ran as fast as it could.

“1”

It tripped for a second.

“2”

It got up and started running.

“3”

It tried climbing a tree.

“4”

It fell.

“5!!!”

It looked back with tears in its eyes. Only to see me right behind it.

“Time to die!”

I shouted with a grin on my face as I decapitated the goblin.

“Well then, it’s time to get some more logs”

I said as I walked up to one of the dead goblins and, after a minute. I finally got the stone tomahawk out of its head.

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I found… five logs on the ground, which I took to my camp and, I dug five small holes and placed the logs in them and tied them up, using rags.

“Alright then, I have… a very crappy, small, log wall… but, it is better than the original pointy stick wall… fuck it, system”

Yes?

“Lottery”

I said, bluntly.

Rolling.

It started rolling.

“Bread x100”

“Rapier”

“Dragon’s Wrath”

“Ultimate Scheming System”

“Kryptonite”

“Ebony Sword”

“Screwdriver”

“Dragon”

“Straw Pillow”

I ended up getting… a butter knife.

...A fucking butter knife.

“Are you fucking shitting me!?”

I shouted in rage.

Then, out of nowhere, five screens popped up.

500 EXP

500 EXP

500 EXP

500 EXP

500 EXP

Level Up! You are now level 6!

“Alright then, [Status]”

I said, as I looked at the screen pop up in front of me.

STATUS

NAME: Damien Kruel

CLASS: Demon King

Skills: Lottery

Spells [None]

LV: 6 (1000/8000)

SP: 10

STR: 35

AGI: 15

END: 21

PER: 23

INT: 20

WIS: 15

CHA: 30

LUC: -100

“Okay, put 7 points into perception and the remaining three points into endurance”

I said, as I began to feel tougher, and I could see a lot more clearly and further than before.

I looked at my status again.

STATUS

NAME: Damien Kruel

CLASS: Demon King

Skills: Lottery

Spells [None]

LV: 6 (1000/8000)

SP: 0

STR: 35

AGI: 15

END: 24

PER: 30

INT: 20

WIS: 15

CHA: 30

LUC: -100

“Right then, now… let’s get strength and endurance up a few points”

I said, as I began to punch some trees.

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After five hours of punching trees I got:

STR +1

STR +1

END +1

STR +1

STR +1

END +1

STR +1

For training your strength and endurance for over five hours at one time, you have gained the skill: Smash

“Wait, what? I gained skills? System!”

I shouted.

Yes?

“I can gain skills and you didn’t tell me!?”

I asked, angrily.

It’s the common knowledge of this world that repeating a task is bound to give you stat points and eventually a skill.

“Gah! I don’t have any common knowledge of this fucking world! I’m originally from earth! Not… whatever this place is!”

Valerion.

“Who gives a shit!?”

I shouted angrily.

“You know what, fuck it, I’m going to sleep!”

It is the middle of the day.

“I don’t give a shit!”

I shouted, as I went to sleep on my bed.

[---THE END---]