Underwater Evolution- Infernal Depths

Quickly, and now that he was a little far from hell, he shouted: 

"Status! Window! Stats! Open status window! Come on, open!"

Kyle began to shout, his thinking was quick and with the message just heard, he thought of something else that if everything was as he thought it should exist, but, his attempts were in vain, nothing happened. 

"Shit, so far everything has been pretty much the same, what's wrong?" 

He didn't know what the problem was. He thought for a while, but his time was running out. 

He could see the tuna´s almost finishing people off. It was a tragic sight, but he couldn't help, he would just be one more of the victims. Even with the situation, he tried to think calmly and think of all the factors, everything he knew. 

The voice said I went up a level. So how can I 'see my status'?" 

At that moment, when he was suddenly thinking like that, there appeared before him what looked like a transparent panel. When he saw it he was glad, it was exactly what he wanted. He looked quickly, before more tuna came towards him, at what was shown on the panel. 

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Kyle Ashford 

Level: 1 

Race: Human 

Base Attributes: 

Strength (STR): 6 

Vitality (VIT): 5 

Agility (AGI): 5 

Aquatic Adaptation (AQA): 3 

Anima (ANM): 7 

Free Stats: 5 

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Everything was as Kyle thought. he quickly assigned his stats to Aquatic Adaptation. The problem, again, was that he didn't know how to do it; it wasn't like simply clicking like in a video game. 

But, guided by his previous experience, he seriously thought about assigning those five points to Aquatic Adaptation. 

[Would you like to assign 5 points to (AQA)?] 

"Yes," he replied aloud, and it worked. Immediately, his status window changed. 

[Aquatic Adaptation (AQA): 3 > 8] 

At that moment he noticed the change immediately, he felt freer and more comfortable, more in his comfort zone. Kyle felt strange; it was as if he had spent a lot of time in the water and was now very familiar with swimming and moving in the water. 

"humm.... it's a strange feeling..."

But the time for thinking was over. The tuna's began to notice his presence and swam toward him. He was more prepared. Kyle didn't retreat, but advanced. 

He didn't know what gave him the guts to do something like that, but he did, and, as if he felt that better than before, he somehow felt he had more control over his body and could position himself correctly, even with nothing to lean on. 

His experience was scarce, but again he tried the same technique of using the speed of the tuna against him. 

He held the huge hook like a bat, and, thanks to its greater stability, more easily dodged the tuna. 

Whoosh!

He hooked the hook more easily into the tuna; and this time he was not dragged, he only felt a slight tug. And when he turned and looked he saw the tuna split in half. 

"I made it!" 

Now the kicking of his legs was enough to keep him steady and resist the inertia that carried the tuna to the point where the hook of the sword broke him cleanly. 

Kyle felt the adrenaline rush through his body as he watched the tuna approach, their empty, lethal eyes fixed on him. He knew that every move could be his last.

He swung his hook with both hands, preparing for the onslaught that came in waves. These tuna were no mere fish; they were monsters desperate to feed.

Whoosh!..., Whoosh!..., Whoosh!..., 

 One after another, he dodged the onslaught of the first, leaving the hook in his path so that the tunas were cut off due to their own impulses.

However, this tactic was only effective against a few. Soon, they tuna began to attack him from different angles, more aggressive and coordinated.

..

.

"haaaa...the fifth."

Now Five giant bodies surrounded him, but even more live Tuna began to surround him and just as he felt fatigue overtake him, he heard a notification that restored some hope as he killed yet another one.

[You have leveled up]

Wasting no time, he assigned the points quickly, confident that the system would give him the advantage he needed.

[Strength (STR): 6 > 7]

[Vitality (VIT): 5 > 7]

[Aquatic Adaptation (AQA): 8 > 10]

The effect was immediate. He felt how his body responded more precisely and swiftly, as if the water no longer offered the same resistance.

It was almost like being on dry land, with each kick of his legs he moved with the stability he didn't have before, as is the name of the statistic he was adapting to being in the water.

Swish!

Not only that The hook cut through the water with greater ease, as if the weapon became an extension of his body.

But he could not be confident. He looked around and realized the true magnitude of the danger: there were at least 50 tuna, possibly more, feeding on the remains of the others who could not until the end, understand their situation.

"glup!..."

Kyle swallowed hard, aware that there was no one else alive for the tuna's to attack; he was now the only target.

Swoosh!..., Whoosh!..., Swoosh!..., Whoosh!...

At that moment, several tuna attacked him from different angles. The strategy he had used so far was becoming less effective, and he barely managed to dodge their strikes, resulting in multiple minor wounds.

Even so, it wasn't entirely a bad situation he still managed to kill a few tuna with each movement.

He gritted his teeth as he felt the metallic taste of his own blood along with that of the tuna floating in the water. The problem was that more and more tuna were approaching, attacking in groups, and his arms were beginning to burn from the continued exertion.

'I can't afford to let go of the hook!' he thought, clinging to his only weapon with all his might. To let go would leave him completely helpless.

The water bubbled violently around him as the tuna surrounded him. Kyle was doing his best to dodge and contratack , but fatigue was catching up with him.

Swoosh!..., Whoosh!...bang!

"ughh!..."

Finally, one of the Tuna lunged too close, and although Kyle turned the hook in time to penetrate its side, the force of the onslaught dragged him back several feet.

But he resisted with all his might now he could hold his ground, even though he felt his body being pushed to the limit.

[Strength (STR): 7 > 8]

A notification, which as far as he knew should not exist, appeared, and was more than welcome, as he took in air, (water?) and killed more and more tuna, until he finally heard again, what was his only hope of getting out of this unfavorable situation unscathed.

[You have leveled up]

Another notification gave him a spark of relief. He distributed the points quickly as his mind tried to stay focused.

[Strength (STR): 8 > 9]

[Agility (AGI): 5 > 8]

[Vitality (VIT): 7 > 8]

Her body responded instantly, moving faster and striking harder. The hook now cut through flesh and bone with frightening ease, but when he killed one tuna, another one came and filled its space, there was no end to it.

Each attack was more desperate than the last, and though Kyle was winning}, his energy was beginning to flag.

Thud!

"Ack!"

One of the lunges hit him full in the chest, knocking the breath out of his lungs and throwing him backwards like a rag doll.

He recovered as best he could, but the wear and tear was beginning to take its toll on his body. He was aware that he could not continue like this for much longer, but....

[Vitality (VIT): 8 > 9]

The vitality boost was like a spark in the midst of the storm; a small digit that, at this critical moment, felt like a resurgence.

It was as if he had been given a second chance, breathing a breath of resilience into him.

His wounds, which had previously bled incessantly, began to close, and those smaller ones stopped leaking altogether. This unexpected improvement gave him the encouragement he needed to resume the fight.

It was no longer about skill; it was pure survival. Every movement was a deadly dance, a desperate struggle for life.

There was no time to think about what might be; there was only the now, the present, and the onslaught of tuna that kept attacking like a relentless army.

Swish!...., Slash!..., Rip!...., Roar!..., Grunt!..

Kyle became a whirlwind of death, slashing , dodging with the desperation of a cornered man. Killing, slashing, dodging, killing, killin.

Each attack made him stronger, more agile, and he adapted, he was not improving, he simply began to use everything he had, he was unconsciously bringing out the maximum potential of his current body.

The blood stained his hands , but he could not allow himself to give up. He had to live, he had to go on, unlike when the tsunami came, there was a chance to survive and he would not give up easily. 'either they die or I die'.

That mantra echoed in his mind like a war drum, pushing him forward.

The tuna surrounded him, to Kyle each one was like a ball of demolition and their teeth were sharp spikes that would tear his flesh at the moment he let his guard down.....

Kill, kill and keep killing, killing, killing, killing, killing...