Level 1 to Apex: My Monster Templates Defy Reality!
Chapter 53: Moving out

Chapter 53: Moving out

Many big and small incidents like this happened in his last life, where a player fell because of their class weakness.

But he knew only an idiot would fall that way. After all, most of these powerful classes were super hard to get.

You needed to grind hard toward these classes, like the Sword Saint, which was one of the peak stages for the sword-wielder path.

Anyone who reached that level would have been an absolute elite of the game.

It was just that the class was so overwhelming, the guy who gained the class became careless and got targeted by multiple big guilds.

Usually, those with King’s Potential classes were part of some big guilds that supported them. Though there were rare exceptions to this, like his Template Wilder class.

It was a luck-based class—an extreme one at that.

The mine where he got the parchment had no link to the baby Nyxthar at all.

It was more like a needle randomly dug into the ground.

Heck, even in his last life, he got the parchment after mining there for three years.

It was so rare that in his last life, it took more than half a decade for a player to find that parchment.

He remembered when he repaired the old parchment; he cried for hours, thanking some nameless god.

He took it as some kind of compensation for all the misery he faced back then.

Too bad he wasn’t able to do much with it. What happened afterward was all on him.

Forsyx shook his head and stood up.

With the involvement of the monster monarch thing shifting from him running against the player to now an all-out war against monsters and players...

As the core of his class was still the same, he knew it was only a matter of time before even the NPCs would get involved.

What bothered him more was the shift in the duration of the monster cycle.

Even though the timing of the cycle extended to 45 minutes compared to his past life, the reset time had also moved forward.

He remembered the reset time was around two in-game months in his past life.

Not only had it decreased by half, but the big thing was that the level limit of Tier 1 cities was now level 50.

In Apex Ascension, NPCs lived in different tiered cities, which were based on the kind of monster region surrounding the cities.

The very basic was a beginner village like Blackwater Village.

These villages were next to newly formed restricted monster zones, like the Red Fox Forest outside the village.

Even though a variety of creatures lived in these wild zones, one species would overpopulate each of them. With one boss monster ruling over them.

Mainly, the boss monster came from the ruling species. Like the Red Fox being the active leader of the forest of canines.

But a wild zone didn’t need to have a single boss monster.

Heck, even after he removed the Hibiki boss monster, what the hell was that grey fox? Now that he thought about it, that grey fox fit more than the Hibiki as the hidden boss monster of this Blackwater Village.

Was that Hibiki monster a one-time special monster? He shook his head—no point thinking about this stuff.

There was another big challenge awaiting him: the challenge of a Tier 1 city.

In Apex Ascension, beyond the beginner village, there were small cities, also known as Tier 1 cities. The usual level limit for these cities was level 50, with some exceptions.

The closest Tier 1 city to Blackwater was Chimika City—the city where the Kiyon Guild ruled. With how things were, he had to face an entire level 50 player and monster population by month’s end.

The more he thought about it, the more he started to smile.

He was kind of excited now, excited about what kind of change was going to happen in his lab.

After all, in Apex Ascension, all problems came with equal reward. His monster cycle was at close to impossible difficulty.

What made this task more difficult was that it challenged him to survive in a foreign monster’s body.

The template stuff in the Template Wilder had much more nuance to it than just simple body transformation.

Things like using the tail, how running on three legs gave more speed, using the tail to change direction, and so on.

All of these were small nuances that he only came to learn after years of experience from his past life.

The change to the body, along with the fast shadow assimilation trait, made this task more challenging. With such added difficulties, he was sure that a big change was about to happen inside his lab.

Well, he really needed those. If nothing good came out of the lab, then he would be fucked from all sides.

He sighed and said, "Player status:"

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Player Name: Forsyx

Species: Human/Nil

Class: Template Wilder

Level: 10

Health: 410/500

Mana: 50/50

STR: 15*

AGL: 35*

VIT: 25*

INT: 5

STA: 5

DEF: 5

Condition: Healthy

Unassigned Stat Points: 6*

Dark stats points: 71 (deactivated)

Template Slots:

Slot 1: Dire Wolf.

Species Traits:

→ Moonless

Skills:

→ Sonic Howl

Slot 2: White Horn Rabbit

Class Skills:

→ Template Shift

→ Mark of Wilder I

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His stats were now back to the mess.

He rubbed his forehead. The more he looked at his stats, the more he realized the mess he had made.

The weird combination of agility and vitality made him feel like a bulky assassin with no attack power.

Fifteen stat points in strength were barely mid-tier for a shield warrior.

The only way forward for him was to gain some decent templates.

Especially those of the elite ones. Some of those would be ideal for his condition.

Not thinking more, he took out his old rusty sword and started to move toward the village’s main gate.

Most of the players were either running toward the forest or returning to the village.

But there was another group who were going sideways, not entering the forest at all.

All of these players had different confidence in their stride.

These were the players who had reached the beginner level limit and were moving out to the next area.

He randomly slipped into one group and started to move out of the beginner Blackwater village.