So far I’ve found out multiple things.

  Firstly, I can create string thrice a day. No matter how much I practised, this limit didn’t increase.

  Secondly, I can create string of lengths 0.01-5 meters.

  Thirdly, I can control all threads at no cost. However, I have to envision the movement of every individual thread perfectly. I have had enough of these damn iron threads cutting my hands.

  Luckily for me, I used to help my mom with food preparation, so I can stomach blood from live animals quite well. My favourite food was rabbit roasted over an open fire.

  I’d been wandering the forest for quite some time when I finally found my first monster. A Minotaur…?

  Wait, wasn’t the first enemy always a goblin?

  I tried using the stashes of iron threads to stab through the Minotaur, but the strings weren’t hard enough to pierce through and were bent. Due to my control suddenly being broken, my head ached like crazy.

  It then proceeded to rip apart the thin shroud of thread I kept around me as a shield, causing more headaches, both figuratively and literally.

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  ’Am I about to die here?’

  I had no way of dealing with it. It had ripped through the hardest string I could create easily. The only thing I could do was run.

  Unfortunately, I was not exactly a sport major. Next thing I knew, I found myself hanging upside down from a Minotaur’s arm.

  Not everything would go my way it seemed.

  I prided myself on my pain tolerance, but the feeling of my right arm being ripped off from my body was an experience I would not be forgetting anytime soon.

  [Skill: Calm Mind (Allows user to think clearly at any time. Prevents effects of Charm and Fear) has been acquired]

  I could think clearly through the pain. What was my next action?

  I created a small lasso with the string in my pocket and threw it toward a tree trunk. It miraculously hooked, and I pulled with my remaining arm for my life.

  The sudden movement caused the Minotaur’s arm to loosen, allowing me to run.

  It seemed satisfied enough with my arm, so I let him have it. I did my best to ignore the chewing and cracking of my arm being (I assume) eaten.

  I would get my revenge. Revenge is best served cold, but a fresh beef dish is best served warm.

  I created some cotton threads and made a makeshift bandage to cover my would where my arm once was. It hurt like hell.

  [Skill: Survivor (Increases pain tolerance. Reduces blood loss. Reduces effects of hunger.) acquired]

  Just in time. I could feel the flow of blood slowing down.

  [EX Derivative Skill [Tailor’s Arm] has been obtained]

  What was this feeling in my arm? It was as if something was coming out of it.

  I took my bandages off. The bleeding had stopped, and the wound was covered in black string from the inside, like the flesh had been dark all along.

  The exhaustion from blood loss finally caught up to me, and I collapsed