As fast as it began, the Rolling Stones' journey is over.

Pursue:

Current height: 9253 meters

Speed (v): 0 m/s => [0,0,0]

The pebbles are stuck.

It was a cruel twist of fate, and somehow inevitable. All heroes need a great test to surpass, just as the great titan was sentenced to push a stone up a mountain forever.

However, herein lies the problem. Our pebbles themselves have no thrust.

It was ecstatic when it was abandoned in the Battle of the Titans and flew down from the top of the mountain. Such a speed! Such a process! It can see the task timer ticking down and the speed data ticking up. The numbers are getting bigger all the time!

It rolled faster and faster, accumulating speed and momentum to accelerate down the hill.

Until it sees a target.

It's a strange animal with two long ears twitching happily as it observes its surroundings. At this time, Pebble remembered two things.

1. It can become larger by slamming the object's head.

2. It can be (booted).

Bootstrap Activation!

Steering [right]

At that moment, its [velocity] was indeed huge, so Pebble had already started to use its new skill, subtly changing its [acceleration] vector, gradually adjusting its course towards the furry creatures. The creature just sat in place, standing near a massive cliff, a lone challenger to the rocks. Pebbles, seeing that they are not moving, know that the enemy is at a disadvantage.

That's when it goes wrong. Because the pebble's awareness is rather limited – it doesn't know the smell, taste, or ...... Well, the sound. It approached the target, was bounced back by a stone, and

One ear twitched. A rabbit jumped up - and hid again.

A stone slammed into the stone, sandwiched between two boulders, and underneath was a huge crack. But it is no longer falling. It doesn't move anymore.

Stuck.

Rolli

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e) Start to develop.

A familiar feeling, really. It took almost eternity to do this, so in a way, it's a return to normal. Retirement after a great adventurous career. It reached places where few rocks had previously reached, reached unknown waters, and managed to reach the first level. There is nothing to be ashamed of.

Pebble proudly looks back on the folly of youth and sits back to enjoy its retirement.

The seasons have also changed.

The first is the cold winds of autumn. The wind was blowing, but no fallen leaves were falling here. The top of the mountain is a barren and dry place. Stay away from any brilliant foliage below. A towering desert with no mirages or oases gives hope to lost travelers. But the rock doesn't need hope, it doesn't need water.

It was a stone. It calmly enjoys the cool breeze blowing on its hard exterior, just as one enjoys a warm fireplace and home.

Then the winter snow came, and the rocks were buried underneath and froze stiff. It had felt this way before, and although the ice had frozen the pebbles to the core, it had not despaired. It was a stone. A little cold is nothing to it.

But – as all retired adventurers know – the call of adventure will eventually come again.

The snow is starting to melt.

Slowly—oh, how slowly—things started to change. Change.

First, the enveloped frost turned into mud, and only a thin layer of ice sealed the pebbles in its grave. Then, the flood water began to pour down from the mountains, and the low-lying areas were desperate because of the flooding. But pebbles, it sensed an opportunity.

It awoke from its silence. Go down to the cellar, pick up that old heirloom sword, and start sharpening it.

Because war is in the air.

It was ready, waiting to pounce forward, and finally it happened. Under the action of the downpour, the soil was softened into mud and silt, and the soil that supported the boulders and pebbles moved.

A hint. But enough is enough. The stone began to move forward gradually. Then it fell, finally breaking free. Down, down into the canyon, its great journey begins anew.

It has thoughts of revenge in its heart. The sword sharpened quickly.

Because... There's a rabbit underneath enjoying the fresh berries of spring. A lucky twist of fate? These are all patterns. The enemy has not been pacified, and will surely return with sharper stakes. The pebbles have been carefully watching.

The pebble uses [steering], and its downward [acceleration] vector begins to gradually move to the side, with the precision produced by endless patience, and the wheels that do not shake under any circumstances.

No sound. Just silently falling from the sky.

Until one day.

Bang

Collision activated!

Deal 1 * 20.1 / 4 = 5 damage to [Normal Rabbit].

New speed [unnamed]: 13.01 m/s

A rabbit with a split skull in half falls to the ground, landing right on fresh spring berries, which are also crushed by this patient opponent.

You have earned a title: Patient Ambuster

Effect: The damage dealt to enemies is proportional to the time you are ambushed.

The pebbles began to roll down again. The moss fell off, and all the problems of long rest were solved. It began to hunt.

Because a patient hunter may also have a strong sense of revenge. The stone spent two long seasons on the cliffs, observing what was happening in the canyon. It saw the winter romance of the rabbit, and the litter it spawned.

The rabbit has already thrown the first stone. But only the first stone is important because it easily changes [momentum] and starts rolling in the opposite direction.

As the boulder inevitably rolls, the pebble begins to [turn] in a direction it is all too familiar with.

It rolled over the jagged bare rocks and freshly blooming grass, through dirt and trickles, toward a small hole in the edge of the cliff. Walk towards the bunnies frolicking in the spring air.

One ear twitched, and a young, curious eye turned to the approaching Avenger. With youthful arrogance, a rabbit jumped to the side and easily dodged.

At least that's what it thinks. But this pebble ...... It has not forgotten. It watched.

It moves fast, accelerates on the way down the hill, and at a perfect moment it has a small but correct turn......

The pebbles split into a skull in midair.

Collision activated!

[Unnamed] deals 1 * 5.2 / 4 = 1 damage to [Newborn Bunny].

New speed [unnamed]: 20 m/s

Then it bounced off and turned to the next person, who did not expect a small pebble to move on its own.

Another skull cracked.

In a desperate escape, the bunnies instinctively jump off the hill under the push of gravity. They were joined by a worried mother.

But a stone rolled over. It does not hesitate in the chase. They ran downhill. Calmer (steering).

Long planks. Long planks. Long planks.

Three rabbits fell, their heads smashed to pieces by a vengeful stone. In vain, in vain.

You've earned a title: Row End!

Effect: Increases damage to attacks that end the family bloodline by 20%!

Level up!

25 / 20 xp

Discard overflow XP

You've reached level 2!

Statistics!

Weight (m): 1.0kg -> 3.3kg

Diameter (d): 0.09m -> 0.14m

HP: 1 -> 2

The pebbles revel in the feeling of growth, in the sweet sweetness of the rising numbers. This is good. That's right.

The blood-stained, fur-clinged pebbles kept rolling down – finally reaching the deceleration zone once again. The cliffs of the plains and their impulses

Just before the cobblestones reach the edge of the next cliff, it runs out.

Are our heroes trapped again?

No, because the smell of war still fills the air. It's the thickest here.

Because this is no ordinary cliff. On both sides of the cliff were small green figures, their red eyes shining and their weapons pointing in each other's directions. The site of the looming battle

The crackling sound of a stone hitting the ground from above became the sound of a start. Shouts of war rang out around the rocks, cannonballs began to fly, green figures began to rush towards each other, anger enveloping their minds.

It's also a place for revenge.

Two rows of fighters collided with a pebble in the middle. The arm was cut off, the man fell to the ground with a cry of pain, and pools of blood spread to the top of the cliff.

For a moment, the pebbles hoped that the blood tide would carry it forward and start the journey down the mountain again. But, alas—so is the fate of the hero......

Although they are not always willing, war often finds them.

A green figure fell beside the rock, clutching an arm with an arrow stuck in it. A roar of pain, but a relentless determination born of long-standing hatred. It saw a stone of the right size and picked it up. And up.

"Rolling Stone" is moving again.

(Bootstrap).

Jump straight into the fire.

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Current height: 8 673 m