6

"Don't worry about me dumbass," I snapped as I watched him stare at me for some sort of grateful reaction, "I would have survived that fall. Go kill the boss monster."

He was surprised by my reaction, but he listened. I frowned as I watched him go. Letting myself fold as relief rushed through me. This guy was taking full advantage of the system. He'd obviously taken a lot of time to practice with his skills. 

I wondered if he'd been to other dungeons as I sat down, and let my throbbing limbs get the rest they had been waiting for. My bloody fingers throbbed, and pulsed painfully. I'd stripped them of almost all the skin on the inside of my hand. The backs of my hands didn't look much better. I'd done a number on my hands, and I was more then a little glad that the system would heal me after I got out of here. 

I knew that this nice bonus healing would go away when this month was up. I started browsing through the skills I could purchase. The crafting skill was a good one to have, and all my skills would eventually upgrade with use. My class related skills leveled up with me so I just needed to level myself up to improve my dragon storage skill. The description made me think that I might be able to store multiple dragons as my skill level increased. 

I watched as he sliced into the creature with his massive blade. It grew thinner, and thinner as it tried to reattach it's limbs. He'd come to the fight fresh, and it was pretty obvious he'd fought creatures like this before. I scoffed at him irritably. Jumping in at the end of the fight to steal the kill. 

He probably knew that the person who managed to make the final blow would get credit for the kill. As much as I wanted to kill this creature myself I lacked the strength needed to do it. All I could do was sit back, and watch this ass jump around with double the speed I was capable of to kill the boss monster. I was irritated. All that work, and I wasn't going to get a single thing for it. 

I crossed my legs calmly, and let my arms go limp. Giving my body the time it needed to recover as I watched the fight carefully. Just because this guy was capable didn't mean he wouldn't die. I could feel a frown creasing my face once again as I watched. Would I be able to move like that if I'd selected the warrior class? 

The less stars your class had the more stat points you were awarded per level. I had a five star class therefore I got the least stat points awarded per level. Not that anyone would notice the stat gap with all the work I'd put in since awakening. I stretched slowly. Popping my back, and shaking my limbs a bit as I slowly stood back up. 

This whole saving us farce was just about over. It wouldn't take him much longer to kill the creature. There was no point in being jealous about that now. I had other things I could worry about. Like opening up my mana channels the rest of the way.

I seriously doubted that exploding things was the only thing mana could do. I wanted to find out for myself what the limits of this new energy was. I could only use mana two ways right now. One was that high jump skill. It just consumed mana from my core directly. 

No direction or control required. I imagined that a lot of people might become reliant on skills like high jump where no direction was required, but if someone like me took the time to get a feel for mana properly then the applications could be basically limitless. The only thing holding me back would be the amount of mana I had total. I had a feeling that opening these mana channels would be heavily linked to increasing my mana so I set to work on it. I'd gotten well acquainted with the mana channel I'd opened in my arm so it wouldn't be too difficult to do the same in my other arm. 

Even with something so distracting catching my attention. I leaned back, and let part of my mind mentally slog through the mud in my mana channel. Heading down the main one that reminded me of an artery. All while watching this swordsman, with his oversized sword, as he cut down a monster I'd barely been able to handle. I didn't know what was more infuriating.

The fact that he was stealing my kill, or that he thought he looked so good while he was doing it. Even I could tell he was wasting a lot of movement to look cool, and I know absolutely nothing about swordsmanship. I tensed, and glanced backwards over my shoulder. He hadn't come alone. Three others rested near the tree line. 

It was obvious from the way they observed him that they weren't frontline fighters. It was even more obvious from the armor they wore that the government considered them highly valuable. I turned my attention back to the fight. Choosing to ignore them since it was pretty obvious to anyone looking that I was not the strongest person in this dungeon. I didn't have any weapons, or armor. 

My clothes were pretty badly torn, and what was left of my backpack had mostly been ripped off my short frame when mister hero grabbed me. I rolled my shoulder realizing just how far it had been stretched beyond what it liked when I'd been yanked along. I could handle being rag dolled around. I didn't like it, but I could handle it. I glanced back at the trio again. 

Scoffing to myself when I realized that some of the gear they were wearing was literally glowing. How irritating. Blindly giving people like this support wouldn't save us when the shit really hit the fan. Sword guy over there was so busy showing off that he was basically forcing the people around him to support him by accidentally bringing the beast closer to the other awakened. I wanted to leave, but this fight needed to be finished first.