Chapter 38 - 37
Three months later.
(Beginner Concealment has reached Level 2. Power +120)
Lumberling stood over the corpse of a giant spider, its twitching legs curling in on themselves. Out of the dozen he had hunted recently, this was only the second that possessed the ability to blend into the shadows.
He wiped his blade clean, his expression pensive. It had taken a long journey deep into the outer edge of the forest to find it. Giant spiders near his goblin village had grown sparse, no doubt driven away—or extinct—due to his relentless hunting.
Still, it had been worth it. Thanks to them, he’d managed to push his Concealment skill to Level 2, something that should’ve taken years with standard training.
But now... a new wall loomed ahead.
He could feel it again—that faint, gnawing sensation that he’d reached the limits of what his current approach could offer. The same frustration he’d experienced in the past. A few more days of practice would confirm it, but he already knew.
Lumberling sighed and gazed up at the night sky. The moon shone brightly, casting gentle silver over the treetops.
"Guess it’s time to implement the next phase."
The next morning, over breakfast with Skitz, Jen, and the old man, Lumberling made the announcement.
"I’ll be leaving again."