Hardcore OP-ness

Chapter 17: The MC Hates Walking

Michael walked over to the pile of Sarah's equipment, and used 'Scan' on the various items, which revealed "Crude Leather Armor: Grants the wearer one Defense Rating. Made to fit a female Goblin. Poor Quality, no level requirement." It was so low-end, that the entire suit could be placed in bag-slot eleven: If it had been Uncommon, then each piece would have required a separate spot.

Then he moved onto the five knives on the ground, each of which were about the same length and shape. Channeling Mana into his eyes, the information window popped-up: "Rusty Iron Dagger(Poisoned): Grants the user five Attack Rating. Dull, chipped, warped, rusted, and created with very little skill, but coated in a deadly neurotoxin. Poor Quality, low durability, no level requirement."

Jonathan sighed, and said "If you walk into Carrabelle City completely naked, the guards will probably arrest you for public indecency... even if you are Human. Unfortunately, I don't really have anything that would fit you."

As he shoved the five tiny weapons into bag-slot twelve, Michael snickered and told the Hobgoblin "Well, I'll figure something out... No offense, but I really don't want to spend another night in this shitty village. Hmmm, I should probably collect a few thousand gallons of water before I leave though."

Leaving the hut, the naked man casually walked towards the white, sandy beach, ignoring the various spearfishing Goblins, and wading into the water until it was up to his chest. Unlike the little stream, the river was moving a lot slower, so he wasn't too worried about getting carried away; in fact, there were even small waves that crashed against the shore.

Suddenly, a huge whirlpool developed with his right hand as the center, and he lazily watched as the numbers rapidly increased in his seventh bag-slot. The speed was dozens of times faster than he could achieve in that tiny inlet he was using the first time.

When it passed ten-thousand gallons, he muttered "Well, if I ever need to build a pool... Hmmm, but there might be some weird situation. Maybe I'll encounter some kinda fire-demon and need to use copious amounts of water to weaken it. A hundred-thousand should be enough..."

However, when he reached fifty-thousand, he received a notice: "Bag-slot seven has reached maximum capacity." Which made him realize that if he really wanted to fill all sixteen, it was possible for him to carry eight-hundred thousand gallons of water.

Michael was tempted to keep going, but then he noticed Inari swimming over to him while barking. He smiled at her and asked "What's wrong girl?" as he felt a sharp pain in his left thigh, and then remembered something fairly important: There were crocodiles in the river.

A '-9' appeared, along with a 'bleeding' debuff, but surprisingly, the ten-foot long brown-scaled reptile wasn't able to tear his leg off. His four points of Endurance gave his body two points of Defense Rating, which was actually pretty significant against the attacks of unranked animals.

Before he even had a chance to do anything, Inari dove underwater and used her relatively small fangs and claws to gouge out the crocodile's eyes, before biting into its thick skull and delivering a series of large critical strikes for '-8,' '-11,' '-7,' and finally over-killing it with a '-13' deadly strike.

Unfortunately, even though the beast was level-four, and had a max health of fifty-five, Michael still didn't get any experience when it died. Only rankless beasts could gain experience and levels from killing and eating each-other.

Michael's touched the corpse with his left hand and sent it into bag-slot thirteen, while muttering "Even if it wasn't a magical-beast, it was still a level-four crocodile... I should be able to sell it for a few coppers, probably. Anyway, according to the map, Carrabelle City is... fuck my life, fifty-miles to the northwest. Ugh, if I actually walk there barefoot, nope, not gonna do it. Hmmm, Inari's way too small and weak to carry me, so I should probably find a horse... or something like that."