Jack couldn't help but continuously throw glances toward the man beside him. He was so cool!

The man had swapped places with Sindri flawlessly, and not a single bit of the aggro shifted to Jack. He'd done this at the cost of damaging his own shoulder!

Jack felt pride swell up inside of him. He was glad that he'd decided to follow this guy.

His original party fell flat in comparison. Sindri was always the tanker and had chosen the Knight Class.

He was a Warrior and acted as their front-line damage. Rift, of course, had gone with the basic Mage Class, but he'd managed to find some strange spells in a solo Dungeon he'd cleared.

Lastly, Peter had chosen the Warrior Class, but he fell short when it came to damage. Jack couldn't drop the man because they'd been friends since they were children.

Watching his Level soar now, he realized just how naive he'd been when it came to taking on this world. Jack had thought that being able to hit something hard was the answer to everything!

Following Geth made him realize that skill, planning, and team synergy were just as important as personal strength.

In fact, after having looked at Hulk and his group, Jack now believed that even a weaker team could pull off amazing feats even without high Attributes.

Not that they could handle what his party was currently facing. He was amazed at how easily they were holding back this army of higher Level beasts!

Jack initially exerted a lot of force with each kill and quickly lost stamina. After a few suggestions from his new party leader, the efficiency of his killing increased drastically!

He'd been in this position for over half an hour and hadn't faltered yet! His respect toward the man grew even more.

'I can't believe I tried to fight this guy.'

He watched as Geth diverted an attack with his staff and forced a beast face-first into the one beside it. It didn't cause any damage, but the wolf became unbalanced.

Jack didn't waste the opportunity presented and stabbed forward, just behind the wolf's front leg. The broadsword tore through its flesh and pierced its organs.

Filthy had been the one to teach them about where to strike and the proper angles needed to avoid bone.

Every member of Geth's original party was so awesome! Jack could only hope to be like them one day!

Jack pulled back his blade and instantly whipped around. He used the momentum to cleave the head off of the beast that was diving toward Geth.

These easy kills wouldn't be possible without the assistance of the ranged fighters standing up top. By the time the beasts reached him, they were a mere one or two well-placed hits from death.

His Skeleton was standing by, sharing some of the experience of its master. Whenever Jack's timing was slightly off, the Skeleton Rogue would throw a dagger that accurately pierced a wolf's eye.

'My turn to reach Level 50...'

He couldn't help but become excited as he swung toward yet another Direwolf. His mind constantly wandered, searching for ideas on how he wanted to advance!

'Just look at all of these wolves! I'll die from exhaustion before we even make it through a quarter of them!

I need something with heavy sustainability. There is no way I'll be able to survive in the future without a vast amount of stamina.'

Jack resolved to choose whichever Class upgrade would give him the most efficiency with his movements. He looked at the heavy weapon in his hand that he'd chosen because it made him look cool.

'I'll even change gear entirely if need be!'

Excitement filled every fiber of his being at the prospect of getting a new Class. Without meaning to, Jack's next swing contained a Skill that split the earth and killed multiple wolves.

Multiple wolves had died, but the larger than expected opening allowed the following set of wolves to get a running start.

The two of them were pushed back slightly as a wave of creatures rushed forward. Jack noticed Geth's eyes fill with light blue Mana for just a brief moment.

The front two wolves only faltered for a split second, but it was enough for multiple projectiles to pile onto them.

In no time, they were back to their usual routine. It was almost as if nothing had ever happened.

"I don't know what that was just now, but don't lose your head again. One ** up like that at the wrong time, and everyone around you is dead.

"

Geth spoke in a calm and even voice. Jack looked at him with even more respect as he forced himself to fall back into his previous routine.

Anyone else would have yelled at him. Geth had used the mistake as a brief lesson.

'Left. Left. Upward swing. Stab. Rotate.'

Jack quickly got back into his groove of killing one wolf every three seconds.

Any faster than that, and Peter wouldn't have time to drag the bodies away. Any slower and the encroaching wolves would have been able to push them back.

****

Geth kept his eyes on Jack for some time. The kid made a mistake, but he quickly fell back into a perfect routine of killing the Direwolves.

He nodded in approval. His speed to adapt would be detrimental to his future.

A seven-foot-tall Direwolf jumped toward him. He glanced to his left and saw that its slightly smaller comrade was taking a swing at him.

Geth used the butt of his staff to turn the smaller wolf's swing. It wasn't a drastic change, but the larger wolf leaping towards him found itself being mauled by its brethren's claws.

Jack stabbed his sword into the smaller beast, killing it instantly. Peter wasted no time in dragging the body back from in between them.

Geth then stepped into the stronger wolf's range and drug his arm against the beast's teeth. A fresh wound opened up just before a new opponent stepped forward.

It paid no attention to Jack as it stared menacingly at the fresh blood dripping from Geth's arm.