PREPARATIONS TO START TAMING DINOSAURS 2

He left the house in the shape of a shoebox while eating berries to fill his stomach and quench his thirst, after increasing food and water stats.

What he needed most right now was spoiled meat to make narcotics with the black berries. But, as he had previously thought, he would start hunting small and medium dinosaurs to get raw meat.

He ran at full speed toward the right, where there might be more fauna and creatures.

While running, Fer inspected the surroundings with his line of sight. As his gaze fell, what his eyes saw were triceratops, ankylosaurs, and medium-sized dinosaurs.

Fer's eyes lit up when he spotted a parasaur with its head tilted toward a plant, its mouth twisting as the plant's leaves disappeared with each bite.

Seeing the parasaur eating without apparent concern, Fer summoned the bolas he had previously crafted for this situation. While he was very fast on foot, hunting would be much easier with these bolas. Fer didn't hesitate to use them, saving effort and energy.

Fer walked slowly so as not to alert the parasaur, which was oblivious to the danger stalking it. Fer began to spin the bolas in his hands, causing the three small stones attached to ropes to make a faint whistling sound as they broke through the air.

At first, the sound was very light, but as seconds passed, the friction of the stones spinning in the wind grew louder.

The parasaur, with its head tilted downward, immediately raised its head in alarm. Even though it had never faced life-or-death danger, it still had the instincts of a prehistoric creature.

Just as its two large muscular legs were about to move on instinct to avoid the imminent threat, it was too late. The bolas wrapped tightly around its legs.

Under normal circumstances, the parasaur could have easily freed itself with its muscular legs. However, to its misfortune, this was not a normal situation where reality followed its own logic.

The parasaur found itself unable to move at all. It could only roar with all its might. Its roar was sharp and vibrant, a resonant cry. It was not a deep roar like that of predators but a prolonged, high-pitched screech with undulating vibrations in the air.

Seeing his first throw land perfectly, Fer was thrilled. But even though he was happy, his movements didn't slow down in the slightest.

He summoned his spear and ran at full speed, aiming its tip at the parasaur's head, which couldn't move an inch.

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Click.

The tip of the spear struck the parasaur's head with full force. At the same time, the spear made a breaking sound and vanished into thin air.

The parasaur's head bled profusely, with a hole no larger than a centimeter. Blood flowed like a miniature waterfall down its leathery scales, staining the sandy ground dark red.

Fer was surprised by the amount of damage inflicted with a simple spear. He knew that spears were among the weakest weapons in terms of damage. If he had a basic metal sword, the damage could double. And with an ascendant sword with a high damage percentage, the damage could easily be counted in the thousands.

Even though the damage was significant, it wasn't enough to kill the parasaur in one blow. It still needed a bit more effort to finish it off. Fer's arm didn't stop swinging wildly.

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Each blow landed on the parasaur's head until it fell to the ground, lifeless.

"It's surprising it lasted so long with this much damage, even with my 400% melee stat. This parasaur must be a high level to endure so much damage," Fer said as he looked at the parasaur's lifeless body through his spyglass.

NAME: Parasaur - Level 300

HEALTH: 0/2160

"No wonder it lasted so long. It's level 300. At that level, it could be formidable if it were a stronger type of dinosaur, like a triceratops or a T-Rex. For herbivorous dinosaurs, even at high levels, they can only tank a few more hits, and it doesn't make much of a difference," Fer thought, shaking his head.

But he didn't dwell on the thought. He had come for raw meat and didn't want to get lost in his own mind when there was work to be done.

Fer summoned a metal pickaxe to his hand.

The pickaxe's handle was comfortable to grip, and swinging it to gather raw meat and hide was easy. Luckily, just striking the body yielded materials directly. If this were like real life, things would be much more complicated, as Fer had no idea how to skin animals.

+165 hide

+180 raw meat

The meat was enough to make 180 narcotics once it spoiled, but it wasn't sufficient for Fer. He needed at least 500 units of spoiled meat to meet his needs.

He opened his inventory and divided the 180 raw meat into individual slots. If he had to wait for it to spoil in one stack, he'd be waiting forever.

Raw meat spoils in 10 minutes per unit in the inventory. During that time, Fer wouldn't just sit idle. He ran off in search of his next prey.

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Over the next several minutes, Fer hunted two more parasaurs, levels 100 and 190. He gathered a total of 260 hide and 330 raw meat with his metal pickaxe.

From the moment he left his base, about 40 minutes had passed. In that time, Fer spent more time exploring than hunting dinosaurs.

With the 5x multiplier, he didn't have to worry about raw meat. Killing those two parasaurs with his metal pickaxe provided more than the 500 units he originally wanted.

At that moment, he decided to explore the surroundings to familiarize himself with the area where he would live from now on.

Although he hadn't fully explored the herbivore island, he now had a rough idea of where to find the highest concentrations of herbivorous dinosaurs for taming or materials.

He headed back to his base at full speed, ready to prepare narcotic arrows once he had enough narcotics crafted.