Revenge of the last polar human

During the dawn of the morning at sunrise, in a vast mountain range, a nose suddenly pops out of the unblemished snow.

Arms and legs coated with white and grey fur carry out a bloody, dirty, and weak body from the ice-cold snow. Stains of blood are left behind, while footsteps are starting to appear.

A look of determination and anger shows on a solemn snow-white face, covered in bruises.

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1 Month later.

At the top of an enormous mountain, the sound of rapid movement in the snow, and a longsword cleaving the air could be heard. The Arctic atmosphere was extremely cold, and a normal human wouldn't be able to survive in such a climate.

An unusual-looking blue bird flew through the air while looking at an energetic white-haired young boy. The boy had an athletic and toned body, with long and sharp silver claws on his hairy hands and feet. He had gorgeous black eyes and smooth skin, while the tips of his white hair were a charcoal-like color.

"F*CK! Why is it so hard.." The disgruntled-looking boy named Max murmured while holding the hilt of his obsidian-black sword and swinging it in the air like a madman.

His skill with a sword was almost non-existent with no sign of improvement, even though he had been practicing for almost three entire weeks.

'Why am I so bad with a sword?' Max thought about this for a while, until he finally realized that a sword was just not the right weapon for him.

Max went into a deep thought process trying to figure out any weapons that would better fit him.

After approximately 30 minutes of straight discussing the pros and cons with himself about the weapons that he knew, he decided that he was not good with any weapons, and he was probably not going to improve on his skill.

Max glanced at his body and looked at his hands. That's when he realized it. His claws! Max imagined himself slicing the head off of his enemies with a single swing, so destructive and powerful that it could take down an entire normal family house. The destructiveness of this attack felt so insane to Max that a cold chill went down his spine, and an evil grin formed on his face.

In this ancient medieval world, close-ranged weapons like swords, axes, and long-ranged weapons like bows and arrows, were the standard weapons to use, so using claws as a weapon was very unusual and very rarely seen before.

At the polar human race abandoned and destroyed old village, there was a library. Max often visited the old library to read books and get more knowledge about the world.

He found it very fascinating to read about the ancient history of his race, and he always wished to be just like the powerful heroes that he read about.

The library was packed with bookshelves and they were filled with interesting books. It was divided into three areas, and each area had a different genre.

The first area of the library contained fictional or fantasy books. These books were the most popular among normal citizens.

The second area contained historical books, about the history of the polar human race, and the rest of the world.

The third area was the secret area of the library. This area contained classified information, not available to normal citizens. There were rumors about books containing an encrypted message in this area, explaining how the polar humans could gain absurd and unfathomable strength, that could easily overpower any living being.

The library had a very strong and powerful librarian. He was working at the library as a hobby, and his actual work was as an officer in the military. He was also the only person guarding the secret area of the library.

One day Max visited the library while looking for a new book to read, so he wanted to talk with the librarian about what to read next. On that same day, the librarian was summoned to the frontlines of the current war with the human empire, and he was away from the library.

After searching for a while for the librarian, Max realized that he wasn't at the library today. Max had always been interested in the books, stored in the secret area of the library, and he realized that this was the perfect opportunity to finally read the secret texts, one that he might not ever get again.

He hurriedly walked towards the door separating the normal two areas and the secret area, and looked in front of him. He went closer to the door and pressed down on the door handle and tried to open the old door, but the door wouldn't move even a centimeter, as the door was locked.

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