Reincarnated as a Farmer Gamer: Rising to the Top with the Evolution of the Weakest Job that Only I Know About!? - 5.1

Facing the monsters for the first time, I felt a surge of excitement. My body trembled with a warrior’s thrill as the four Black Wolves exuded a murderous aura.

This wasn’t a game or a dream—it was real.

Although it was my first battle and I was a bit excited, I felt ashamed. Despite my opponent being far more terrifying than me, I remained calm, perhaps due to my other title, “The One Who Was Called the Demon King.”

In “World of Liberty,” the basics of combat were skills, but what mattered more was player skill—the way you moved your body.

No matter how strong the opponent’s attack was, if it didn’t hit, it was nothing. There were some unavoidable attacks, but…

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Scythe Bearer

Activated when equipped with a scythe.

Agility +50
Resistance +50
Luck +50
Scythe attack damage +50%
Forced Laceration (Minor)
Scythe durability consumption reduction
Surrounding Presence Detection (Medium)
Intimidation (Minor)
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Level: 1

Strength: 1

Agility: 1 + 50

Dexterity: 1

Sturdiness: 1

Magic: 1

Resistance: 1 + 50

Luck: 1 + 50
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An agility boost of 50 essentially put me at level 20.

“Grrooowl.”

“What’s wrong? Can’t take down a single kid, you mutts?”

The Black Wolves leapt at me, perhaps provoked by my taunt.

I took a deep breath and readied my scythe.

Everything seemed to slow down—no, I was moving faster.

I narrowly avoided the first wolf’s attack and slashed at it with my scythe.

The damage dealt was minimal. After all, my strength was only 1, and I wielded a mere grass-cutting scythe.

But then…

The wound on the black wolf glowed faintly crimson.

One reason scythe users were so powerful was this ability.

Forced Laceration (Minor).

Blood continued to flow from the wolf’s wound.

I slashed at the other three wolves that jumped with the first.

With agility boosted to 51, it seemed like the wolves’ attacks were in slow motion.

The Black Wolves regrouped, now circling me.

They don’t even realize they’re in danger!

The wolves jumped at me again.

“Skill: Scythe Swing.”

The scythe whirled around me in an instant.

Wow… so this is how it feels when your body moves with a skill…!

No time to be impressed. Focus on the fight.

I dodged the Black Wolves’ slashes and created some distance.

Covered in lacerations, bleeding continuously, the wolves looked like red beasts instead of black ones.

The Black Wolves, trying to jump at me again, collapsed where they stood, looking up at me in agony.

They might look like big dogs, but they’re monsters that attack people. If I don’t take them down here, more will suffer.

I felt no guilt. Monsters were clearly different from animals and recognized as enemies of humanity in this world. Or maybe it was the effect of my title.