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n“Don’t worry, I already told you I am fine. You did what I told you to do. If you had interrupted me, you wouldn’t had been able to sneak behind and the plan would have failed.” I said.

n“Sigh… Alright…” she sighed, as she suddenly hugged me.

n“But that really scared me…” she sighed.

n“I recognize your concern, Eleanora, but crying over it won’t really help, I am thankful but really, you don’t have to make a fuss over it. I have always gotten wounded in my life. Although now that I am not a Vampire, my regeneration factor is slow due to my Physique being at the beginning stages… But nonetheless, it is still better than the average human of my age. Though I’ve heard young kids can regenerate wounds and even broken bones quicker.” I said.

n“That’s… true, I guess. You’re right, I shouldn’t be so dramatic… Alright! I’ll make this one Imp pay for it!” she said with a smile.

n“For now stop its bleeding, it is on the verge of death.” I said.

n“O-Oh, right!” she said.

nEleanora flew towards the Imp and began to close its wounds by making Blood Patches, coagulating the blood, and filling the wounds with them, stopping bleeding.

nI looked at my wounded hand as I took some leather I had packed up, disinfected it, and wrapped it around it. Three fingers were broken but I could still grab things using them with the other fingers and my thumb.

nI stored the other two Imps into my bag, as I looked at the last Imp gasping for air while glaring at us with both hate and fear.

n“G-Grryyaagh… Grakukaha! Trakuaha! (Butcher! We’ll butcher all of you! You’ll die! We’ll make you scream!)”

nIt was talking a lot of nonsense.

n“It is saying some very weird things.” Said Eleanora.

nShe also knew Demonic Tongue, as we had explored the Hell Dimension together before, learning another tongue was easy back then, and such knowledge stayed with me even now.

nI looked down into the Imp as I took out a knife and coated it in a slimy liquid.

nThis was poison.

nWhere did I get it?

nWell, I crafted it.

nPicking poisonous mushrooms and herbs wasn’t hard, they’re everywhere, and my father always told me to evade them.

nJust like when you make a potion, it is also possible to craft a poison with a lot of poisonous mushrooms and herbs.

nThe resulting product was a hideous slimy, purple-colored liquid.

nWell, this one poison was a variant I made, it was made to paralyze prey, but I have not used it too well recently because I didn’t wanted to waste it on monsters I could kill without the need for it.

nI had originally made these set of poisons for my own self-defense against human enemies, also. Poisoning a prey I might eat later is not good, even if I use Antidote on it later, the meat will end up tasting badly.

nTherefore, it was more for other malicious people in the future that could threaten me or my family… but I suppose it can also be used as a torture tool.

nCoating the tip of the knife with this slimy substance, I decided to slowly pierce the Imp’s chest with it.

n“Gryaaaaaahh!”

nThe Imp cried in pain, it was also imbued with a toxin that enhanced the physical senses of a target, making pain ten times as arduous.

nI looked into the demon’s eyes with a smirk.

n“Grakugata… Gramukah. (You’re now mine. I will torture you until you spit every last bit of information you have.)” I said, using their own dialect.

nThe Imp was left completely shocked, it never guessed an inhabitant of the world they were invading could speak their own tongue so eloquently.

n“Grryyyyyhhh…”

nHe looked at me defiantly while gritting its teeth.

n“Bold… It won’t last long. Everyone always have a limit… After that limit is reached, they’ll spill anything…” I said with a smile.

n…

nAfter approximately ten minutes of torture, the Imp spoke every last bit of info it could.

nOnly ten minutes though… I’ve seen goblins endure more, what a pathetic demon.

nThe information I acquired from it was interesting, but there was a great lack of details that this low-intelligence creature couldn’t explain properly, so it was understandable that it couldn’t explain everything. They were just slightly more intelligent than monkeys after all.

nBut from what I learned, there is a camp around 150 or 200 meters from here, where many Imps are living there alongside… Imp Champions or other Demons with them.

nSo they even got a Camp already… if they continue to spread, the village might really be in danger. I cannot let this slide easily; I should really get there and kill them.

nBut… it would be too hard, if I go against an entire camp, I’ll die.

nAs annoying as this is, I have to let it slide for now and go back home.

nAt the very least, killing the Imp gave me the necessary EXP to level up, so I can go back home with something good having happened to me.

nPiercing the Imp’s head with my father’s spear, it died on the spot. Thanks for the information, good friend.

nThe moment the Imp died, the Grimoire’s pages began to change, as new text emerged written on it.

nYou gained 400 EXP

nEXP : 10000

/ 10000

nYou have Leveled up from Level 0 to Level 1!

nAll your Stats have increased!

nYou gained Bonus Skill Proficiency!

nYou gained Bonus Stat Points and Skill Points

nYou received the Bonus Gift Level Up Gift Box (D) inside your bag!

nYour body will recover

nWhat?! Level Up Gift Box?

nAnd my body… it is recovering?

nA simple level up that took so long to do…

nAnd my hand…

nIt began to recover, the cracks in the bones, the wound, it all recovered, leaving only an ugly scar behind.

nSo leveling up can fully recover me?

nAutomatic Recover will only last until Level 10

nI see… is this some sort of beginner’s aid, Lucifer?

nAnd I even acquired an item…

nHe really designed this like a stupid game.

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