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Cyra immediately started hating the Cheetah-based Ring of the Soul item. She could immediately realize that the Cheetah from earlier, whose arrival marked the beginning of the fall of her tribe from the humans across that damn lake. She knew the Tiger Tribe was hidden. But with the arrival of that fucking Cheetah, the humans found the Tribe. She doesn’t know if the Tribes’ members are dead, captured, or have escaped.
[Ring of the Soul: Soul contained: Hermes
Description: A Cheetah with a System who foolishly died from running away without strategy.]
[Stat adjustments:
- Health: 300
- Strength: 300
- Speed: 700
- Stamina: 300]
[Skill Transfers:
- Fruit Dash- Lvl 0 (0/1)(NEW!)
- Cheetah Scratch- Lvl 0 (0/1)(NEW!)
- Thunderbolt I- Lvl 0 -> Lvl 1 (1/1 -> 0/2)]
[Skill Error: The following Skill is not compatible with the “Tiger” Species: Cheetah Scratch.
Converting into Species-specific Skill…]
[Skill conversion is complete. The “Cheetah Scratch” Skill has converted XP towards the “Tiger Scratch Skill”.]
[Tiger Scratch- Lvl 0 -> Lvl 1 (1/1 -> 0/2)]
Cyra didn’t pay attention to the string of System windows that blurred across her vision. She could sense the Cheetah who ran away from her tribe when it needed them. A member of the very species who killed her father. Why is she with HIM of all entities?
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“Why do I sense you in this stupid Cheetah-like ring, coward!?!?!?” Cyra mentally growled.
“I ran off-” the Cheetah was about to reply only to get interrupted.
“I don’t need to hear your death wish!” Cyra hissed.
“Its how I died, though!” Hermes insisted. “I ran away because my Speed Control stat SUCKS!!! I couldn’t do anything to save my own Tribe. Let alone yours. That is why I ran!”
That response caused Cyra to freeze. Hermes is also a System User and weak. Just like her. He ran because he couldn't protect anything. Just like her. But that doesn’t excuse the fact that he’s a Cheetah and part of the species that killed her father. One thing is curious to her, though: Why didn’t he also respawn in the void?
Speaking of the void, Cyra turned her attention to her “front”, just to find a shop stall in front of her. On its shelves and in its baskets are all sorts of different weapons, Skill Capsules, equipables, and elements.
The shopkeeper herself is a bipedal Lynx with a blue right eye and a pink right eye. Her body looked awfully buffed but slightly overweight. When Cyra found her, she was chewing on a chicken drumstick, the meat tender enough to require her to stretch the meated bone from her mouth as she growled. She noticed the tiny tiger almost immediately.
“One sec,” the shopkeeper growled around the meat. “My meat isn’t cooperating.”
As the Lynx fought against the meat, Cyra found her intriguing. She has no idea why or what is the source of the curiosity. Finally, the shopkeeper finished getting her bite and started chewing. After a few more seconds, she swallowed.
“Welcome to the Rogue’s Shop,” the Lynx greeted. “Lynsarra, Lynx Goddess of Death, Randomness, and Strength. I will be your shopkeeper this death. You look new, little one. This is My deal for your first death: One of my wears is on Me. Just to give you a boost.”
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[Name: Cyra
Species: Tiger
Race: Albino
Age: Cub (4 days old)
Lvl: 0 (4/365)
Health: 200 + 300 -> 500
Strength: 200 + 300 -> 500
Speed: 400 + 700 -> 1100
Stamina: 250 + 300 -> 550
Mana:
- Water: 95.75
- Thunder: 183.33
- Dark: 125.25
Stealth: 400
Skills:
- Tiger Scratch- Lvl 1 (0/2)
- Waterball- Lvl 0 (0/1)
- Fruit Dash- Lvl 0 (0/1)(NEW!)
- Thunderbolt I- Lvl 1 (0/2)]
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