1.5

By evening, almost half of the mobs in this part of the forest were trying to get me. There were huge spiders, and black rats, and fetid corpses, and other deaths, and even one rare cursed bear with ribs out. All this brotherhood, actively interfering with each other, piled on me: biting, gnawing, scratching, trying to tear apart, plunging into an acid fog, enveloping me in cobwebs and spitting poison. And if immediately after the activation of the curse of the undead, the pain ceased to be felt, then with an increase in damage, it began to increase. There was no time to think about the reasons, but later I decided that this was some hidden negative effect of the skill.

That's just the fatigue was accumulating. A couple of times I just sat on the ground, littered with a bunch of monsters, and rested. I waited for the cheerfulness indicator to recover, and then I got up and continued to methodically mow down their rows. Unarmed combat increased to level 30, improving the accuracy of st
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