Grimble a level 1 [Goblin] In the [Vipervine Jungle]

Grimble woke up hungry, a typical state of mind for the young [Goblin], he rubbed the grime from his face typical of sleeping on the tall branches of a thick tree. He hastily checked his surroundings for danger before sighing contentedly after noticing the lack of threats. He then yawned and proceeded to absentmindedly check his [Status]

Name: Grimble

Species: [Goblin]

Age: 8 years 1 month

Health:120 Stamina: 120 Mana 80

Level 1 (65%)

Str 4 Agi 8 Vit 6 End 6 Int 4 Wis 3 Cha 3 For 6

Class: None

Class skills: None

General Skills: Traps 4, Alchemy 4, Survival 3, Stealth 3, Blowgun 2, Climbing 2, Daggers 1

Traits:

[Speedy Retreat] X2 Agility when running away from a creature hostile towards you

[Poison affinity] Immune to poison effects, Any Poison-based Skills, Traits, or Weapons get a 20% Improvement in Effect and Duration.

[Flammable Body] Your body is extremely weak to Fire damage and the [Burn] ailment X3 damage taken from Heat or Fire damage.

Grimble nodded to himself satisfied, his Survival skill had gone up to level 3 the day before after he successfully set up his perch in the tree the day before. Looking to his left he saw his meager belongings tied to a branch 1 meter away from his birch. The simple sack was tied to the neighboring branch by a thin vine, it contained his vine rope, clay pots of ingredients, his Blowgun, 18 long darts, a scorched water flask, sharpening stones, a pot, enough dry meat for 3 days and a small flint. His only other possessions were the dull brown loincloth and belt he wore, a jagged knife in a sheath, and of course his Green Fur cap. It had the 2 ears of the [Jungle Prowler] the pelt came from on top, a mark that he had been the one to kill the wily creature out of all 19 [Monstrous] in his nest!

Grimble felt a short rush of pride as he recalled how he was able to trap and poison the great cat to **** 52 nights before he even unlocked his system at the proper adult age of 8 years. This rush was immediately followed by a deep swell of rage. It wasn't even a week after he unlocked his system before discovering his nest had been wiped out by the silver-haired elf filth, he had returned from a day of picking herbs for his poison brewing when he spotted the silver-haired elves riding cockily away from his burning nest carrying the tribes 3 prized breeders on the backs of their horses! It wasn't until many hours passed before Grimble was able to enter the nest, his cursed body only able to withstand the smallest of flames. He was able to recover a few items from the nest such as his pot, flint, and flask.

He had been furious to discover all 18 of the members of his tribe had died in the fight, even Mighty Porbolg the evolved [Hob-Leader] had been stripped of his magic hammer and three of his limbs!

Quietly fuming Grimble decided he wouldn't forget what the elves had stolen from him, he would get his **** on them, though not yet. If they were strong enough to defeat even Mighty Porbolg he needed to be at least as powerful as he was.

With a determined look in his Clear Green eyes, Grimble started to devise a plan, The traps he could make would only hold weaker beasts and his poisons were slow to take effect, he needed to become deadlier, and the best way he could think of to do that was to gain his [Class] but to do that he needed to raise a skill to level 5 and ask the world for [Class Choices].

His [Traps] skill and [Alchemy] were each level 4 and both would serve his needs, One improves his ability to create and deal damage with traps he creates, and the other improves his knowledge of, and ability to create Alchemical mixtures. But which should he pursue?