In a cave, a young girl was roasting a ed rabbit over a fire, while beside her hung aire row of unihorn rabbit corpses.

  It had been a week since Yverantheia awoke in the cave.

  inally, she thought that with her third-level strength, catg a first-level rabbit would be a piece of cake. However, upon actual attempt, she discovered that these rabbits were uedly agile. bined with her unhealed injuries, despite having stopped the tinuous bleeding, the lost blood and the damage to her muscles and bones had not yet recovered. Therefore, it took her siderable effort to catch the rabbit.

  heless, through these experiences, she gradually got used to the invenience of losing her dominant hand.

  “Pupu.”

  A strange creature extes tentacles from uhe row of rabbit corpses, ing around one of them.

  During this time, this strange creature had been inexplicably following her. She discovered that it fed on the bodily fluids of other creatures. The reason it crawled onto her when she was severely injured and unscious was because she was covered in blood, which was exactly to its liking.

  Moreover, it had arait: if it was abs blood, it would secrete a substahat could heal wounds.

  Regarding this, Yverantheia uzzled. For a creature to survive, nutrients were essential. This ability, which reduced its own food, seemed illogical.

  However, she didn't dwell too mu it. After all, there were many unreasohings in the world. Besides, its blood-abs ability saved her a lot of trouble. What inally required a period of time to bleed out from a corpse was now processed in no time.

  After replenishing her energy, Yverantheia stood up and walked towards the cave entrance. Her injuries had mostly healed; it was time to begin formal training.

  But now the question was which dire to train iing aside magic for now, she had no experien close bat.

  'Should I make a on? ht bare-handed...'

  After a moment of sideration, she decided. Although bare-handed bat had its disadvantages in the early stages, o reached a certain level, it would surpass other ons. Moreover, she cked the materials and skills to make a on at the moment.

  Havi her goal, Yveraargeted a tree and pu with her left hand.

  It was just an ordinary tree, and with Yverantheia's third-level strength, the impact wasn't enough to injure her.

  She repeatedly puhe tree trunk with her left hand, stantly switg attack methods, using hand bdes, cw strikes, and even trying to mimic a teique called 'force exertion' she read about in a book.

  However, before she could exert the force, the tree trunk broke due to her tinuous attacks, and the whole tree fell.

  "…Not enough..."

  Even though it seemed incredible to an ordinary person to break a tree with bare hands without feeling pain, Yverantheia knew very well that with her current physical strength, she wouldn't even scratch the surface, let alone enter those lofty beings.

  Thinking of this, Yverantheia looked at the surrounding trees and ched her fist.

  Days passed by, and Yverantheia progressed from breaking a tree in dozens of puo a few, then one. She moved from trees to rocks, leaving fallen trees and shattered rocks all around the cave.

  During this process, Yverantheia seemed to grasp something.

  The timing, speed, hand shape, body posture, kig angle, breathihod... all these factors closely affected the power of her attacks.

  After tinuous practice, she could now easily shatter a rer than herself with the same force that initially took dozens of puo break a tree trunk.

  Having finished her practice, it was time for actual bat.

  Duriraining, Yverantheia also went hunting and discovered a third-level magical beast in the area.

  Magical beasts, due to their innate abilities and physiques, were generally strohan humans of the same level. For Yverantheia, they were perfect oppos.

  Without dey, Yverantheia set off towards the beast's habitat.

  Her training had also improved her physical abilities. pared to her previous role as a healer and buffer who occasionally raised a shield, she could now maneuver solo in guerril warfare.

  “…Found you.”

  Upon seeiarget, Yverantheia immediately jumped high and stomped down.

  In an instant, dust flew, and the surrounding pnts swayed from the sudden wind pressure.

  "…Hiss…"

  The magical beast ython, nearly a meter thick, with short horns on its head—a feature indig partial dragon lineage, making it even harder to deal with.

  However, the corresponding rewards were also higher because anythied to the world's natural powerhouses—the dragons—was rare material.

  “...Hiss…”

  Despite its massive size, the snake moved with surprising speed, nearly matg Yverantheia's, who stood just under five feet tall.

  With a leap, Yverantheia nded behind the serpent’s horns, as if she inteo ride it.

  In fact, she grabbed onto one of its horns, applying pressure backward.

  The snake, enraged by this audacity, began thrashing wildly. Its horns were not only symbols of its strength but also its vulnerable points. It smmed its head against the ground, trying to dislodge the girl ging to it.

  Aware that her small frame couldn't withstand the force of being crushed by such a gigantic creature, Yverantheia jumped away from its head just in time.

  “Hisss!”

  While Yverantheia was mid-air, the snake seized the opportunity, coiling its body around her and tightening its grip, aiming to crush her to death.

  Just as the strig body was about to make tact, Yverantheia struck the sh a powerful blow, using the force to flip herself over its body.

  “Hiss!!”

  That strike wasn't just for escape. Yverantheia’s training paid off as she eled her strength through the serpent’s scales into its skin and deeper still, affeg its internal ans. Upon closer iion, the area where she struck showed scales falling off, blood oozing, and even impaired movement in the snake's lower body.

  The serpent gred at Yverantheia, fully eo be humiliated by a tiny bipedal creature was a grievous offense, especially for oh dragon blood in its veins. But this was nothing more than impotent rage. Against Yverantheia, who remained unscathed, it stood no ce.

  Moreover, in a test of fury, the snake was no match for Yverantheia.

  Crack... crack...

  As Yverantheia prepared to deliver the final blow, the sound of breaking branches grew louder.

  “Oh? Is this what they call ‘when you beat the young, the old es out’?”