Three kobolds gathered around a small fire the size of a dinner plate.
Eren lay flat in the cold dirt and watched them through his binoculars from eighty meters away. His arms shook slightly because his Level 1 muscles were already complaining about the tension. Two of the creatures held cheap stamped spears and the third one kept a crude crossbow on its lap.
He ran the tactical math in his head. He had the original Eren's memories of fighting these exact things. He knew their attack patterns and their blind spots.
But knowing how to fight and having the body to do it were two entirely different problems.
I could take them easily with my old stats. Right now I have arms like wet spaghetti and a completely empty mana pool.
He lowered the binoculars very slowly and backed out of the fern on his elbows. His knees scraped against roots and sharp rocks. Pain Resistance was back to Level 1 in his skill list and it did absolutely nothing to mute the sharp sting in his skin.
