The Bathroom

With a resounding crash, the giant frog pounced on the sofa. Simon's arms trembled violently, unable to withstand the impact, sending him tumbling once again. Meanwhile, the sofa rolled and crashed against the wall with a deafening noise.

Simon scrambled to his feet and swiftly darted towards the other side of the living room.

The creature possessed not only speed and immense strength but also a tongue that could lash out like a whip. Having barely survived two direct confrontations, Simon knew that facing it head-on was a sure path to doom. His only option was to flee.

Bursting through the sofa, the giant frog propelled itself towards Simon. He spun around and dashed into the bathroom.

The frog arrived just moments later, lunging towards the bathroom door. With a wide mouth, its blood-red tongue shot out like an arrow once more.

Inside the bathroom, along the entrance were a washbasin and mirror, followed by a toilet, and at the far end, a shower. The room was rectangular, long yet narrow. Simon had chosen this spot with the giant frog's size in mind, knowing the narrowness would restrict its movements effectively.

Despite its knowledge that the narrow confines of the bathroom would severely limit its mobility, the creature remained undaunted, driven by an unwavering determination evident from its earlier relentless assaults on the security door, even at the cost of injury.

Its flattened body squeezed through the narrow entrance, caught between the walls. With its gaping maw wide open, the giant frog aimed its tongue to strike at Simon.

Simon had already reached the small window in the bathroom, lifting the coffee table that had originally been propped against it. Summoning all his strength, he swung it down towards the frog.

The giant frog managed to force its entire body inside. Though its form was somewhat pliable and not completely wedged by the narrow walls, its movement was severely hampered. Its tongue struck the coffee table that Simon swung down, causing the glass surface to crack like a spider's web. Immediately following was a resounding crash as the table smashed squarely onto the frog's head.

The coffee table shattered into pieces, and the giant frog collapsed heavily onto the ground, visibly furious. Gathering its strength, it pushed off with all four limbs and leaped towards Simon.

However, due to being squeezed between the ceramic tiles on either side, its leap towards Simon was not swift.

Yet, within the confines of the narrow bathroom, once the giant frog had completely squeezed in, Simon had retreated until he was nearly pressed against the rear window. He had no room to evade, no space left to dodge, and was squarely struck.

Simon was hit so hard that his chest felt constricted, as if crushed by a heavy weight, nearly making him spit out blood. Yet, in his heart, he silently rejoiced at his narrow escape.

Because the giant frog was wedged in, it couldn't gain speed, and its impact force wasn't fully unleashed. Otherwise, given the frog's strength, a full-force charge could have shattered all his bones.

Although Simon was struck, he didn't remain idle. His hammer was lost, but he still had the cleaver. Transferring the cleaver from his left hand to his right, he seized the rare opportunity and brought it down with all his might.

A stream of fluid splattered out. The giant frog suddenly opened its gaping maw, emitting a piercing "croak." Its body convulsed violently and began to thrash madly.

Simon's cleaver, wielded with all his might, struck the giant frog's enormous single eye, nearly splitting the bulbous orb in two. Blinded by the grievous blow, the frog became frantic, flailing wildly and snapping its massive jaws at Simon in blind desperation.

The narrow confines of the bathroom that constrained the frog also limited Simon's movements. Trapped at the far end of the small space, he had no room to dodge. Forced to fight for his life, Simon braced his left hand against the frog's chin, pushing upward with all his strength, while his right hand, gripping the cleaver, hacked furiously at the creature's underbelly.

Both sides fought desperately. The giant frog's strength far surpassed Simon's, but being wedged between the walls prevented it from unleashing its full power. Simon, unimpeded, hacked relentlessly at the frog's belly with his cleaver. Soon, he had slashed it open, and blood poured out, staining the bathroom tiles crimson.

The frog's limited attack methods—ramming, biting, and its tongue—were ineffective in this confined space. Wedged between the walls, it couldn't use its body to ram Simon. Positioned beneath it, Simon braced the creature's chin with his left hand, preventing it from biting or using its tongue. Meanwhile, he continued to swing the cleaver with abandon.

Had the frog been free to move, Simon wouldn't have been able to hold its chin. But trapped and blinded, the frog could only thrash in fear and fury, pushing forward in a blind attempt to bite its enemy. Its struggle only pressed it further into the narrow space, making it more vulnerable. This allowed Simon to continue his relentless assault on its exposed belly.

As Simon continued to hack away, he soon felt the giant frog's struggles grow increasingly feeble until it finally ceased moving altogether. Observing its outstretched hind limbs lying motionless, Simon halted his assault, panting heavily. Exhausted, he slumped against the wall, slowly sliding down to sit.

Blood covered the floor, and though the giant frog was no longer moving, its body remained wedged mid-air. Simon, now seated beneath its mangled abdomen, began to regain his senses. The air was thick with the stench of blood, and he noticed the frog's belly, which he had almost entirely shredded, spilling its innards.

Suddenly, he saw a tuft of white fuzz emerge from the frog's ravaged belly and strike him squarely on the forehead. Instantly, a surge of information flooded his mind.

"Level 1 Spirit Source: Spirit Source 8/10."

Simon's heart skipped a beat. Killing a single giant frog had granted him two spirit sources at once.

At that very moment, he felt a surge of intense heat enveloping his entire body, a powerful current coursing through his limbs and bones. The searing pain in his right shoulder began to subside as the wound started to heal, and a new strength surged through his previously exhausted frame.

Revitalized, Simon braced himself against the wall and slowly rose to his feet. He pushed against the wedged body of the giant frog, intending to expel it from the bathroom, when he suddenly noticed its enormous central eye rapidly withering away.