Dungeon- II

I sat down on a rock and took a moment to rest so that I can gather my thoughts. I have been killing these fucker for over an hour or two at least. I have earned big time on this floor, not only did my level rose the drop rates also increased the further I went in, they would sometimes drop pristine swords and even low-grade equipment.

But the higher one, whose level exceeds level 10 drops, mana crystals worth 100 gold points, and some even would go for 200.

Those loots are practically useless for me until I learn to craft items. So I sold them amassing more than 2,000 gold coins.

[Current Gold: 2,060]

[You have acquired the 'Title: Slaughter of Goblins' by hunting over 250 Goblins]

When facing goblin-type monsters, all of your stats will increase by 50%.

With me being level 18, my stats had risen up by quite a lot. I mean a lot [Stats like strength, stamina, perception had exceeded 50 mark] whereas [Agility and Intelligence were almost at 40], now I can dodge attack without even much hassle and under no circumstances I lose my calmness, raising intelligence not only boost the thinking power it also keeps me focused and calm.

But the real benefit of having high intelligent stats is that I can remember every little fighting pattern of these malnourished green shit.

Besides that I haven't even invested the stats points I got from leveling up, 90 stats points were sitting aimlessly yet to be distributed.

I am mentally drained out and I am hungry, I sighed as I eyed the large wooden door leading to probably the boss room.

"Next time I should bring food with me."

Before entering it I took out another sword, the one I have been using had gone dull after continuous headfirst attacks, the edges have chipped away so I don't think it will do any good against the boss.

Inside there were five goblins, four goblins that seemed to have been doing some serious grinding and the one seated on a chair made of human skulls wore a robe with a glowing orb in his hands.

[Hobgoblin Lv 20]

HP: 800.

Strength: 30 Stamina:20 Agility: 15 Intelligence: 10 Perception: 10

[Goblin Shaman Lv 30]

HP: 1300. MP: 1000.

Strength: 20 Stamina:20 Agility: 15 Intelligence: 20 Perception: 30

"This is going to be a tough battle." I haven't fought any magic-user yet so I don't know what to expect from that twerp.

The seated shaman barked out something and then pointed at me as if trying to say "go and kill that human."

"System, invest 20 points to agility, 30 points to strength, 20 perception, and 20 to stamina." The buffed goblins charged at me with their weapons.

I think raising my stats just made things more difficult for these Hobgoblins, The hobgoblin's attack could never reach me no matter how much they swing around, they screeched in frustration as they tried to parry away the strong rain of swings.

"Is he going to just sit there?" That shaman is either two confident in his abilities or he is a plain old idiot like those villains in movies, they will move only after all their goons were killed.

I pressed harder, doubling the number of strikes, forcing one of them to stumble as it went down hard on its backside.

Wasting no time I swung my sword and beheaded him, I smashed the pointed end of my sword handle against the side of another Goblin skull. The sickening crunch of the skull caving in made the other two creatures stop dead in their tracks momentarily.

[You have killed two hobgoblins] [300 xp]

The goblin hit the ground face first, most definitely dead. The two remaining mobs, charged at me with an incoherent screech, once again, everything slowed down for me. Without looking at them, I could sense the two creatures' number of possible attack patterns.

Instead of a straightforward attack, they chose a flashier approach and attack me sync. I answered every attack back with more fierce slashes and thrusts. My heart thrummed with a steady beat, I can deal with them with ease but the more I clashed swords with them the more my own style became refined.

Even though I was enjoying it, I can see that the boss is getting frustrated and quite nervous. By now he probably understood that underestimating me would be the biggest mistake of his life.

"№$$#$$##" He started to chant something gibberish like I will let you do that, you sneaky bitch. I jump back and created some distance, it's time to use one of my gifts.

I droved the sword in the ground much to their confusion. Even though my sword is covered with blood, you can still see your own reflection in it in some untouched parts.

"Hanged Man."

In the space of a breath, three heads fell down in sync. The boss's head rolled down the stairs of the platform and stopped right before my feet.

"You fucking fool..." There still seem to be signs of life in the shaman's face as I can see its muscles move, but eventually, the eyes glazed over and no further sign of life can be seen in its eyes.

[Level Up!]

[Level Up!]

[You have killed two hobgoblins] [ 300 xp] [The following item have been acquired Mana Crystal: Grade Rare]

[You have killed the Dungeon Boss]

[The following rewards were available]

Reward 1: Dungeon Key.

Reward 2: Fire Ball Lv 1.

Reward 3: Wind Blade Lv 1.

Reward 4: The blade of Decay.

[Would you like to learn the following spells: Fire Ball and Wind Blade?][Y/N]

"Confirm"

[Item: Blade of Decay]

Rarity: Rare

Type: Single-edged Blade[Katana]

Attack: +40.

Special Attribute: It will cause Decaying and bleeding status effects. The target HP will be reduced by 4% per second.

[Fire Ball] [Lv1]

User can summon a fireball at a single target to inflict Fire property magic damage to all enemies within its area of effect. Enemies at the edge of the area will take 75% of the damage.

[MP: 10]

[Wind Blade][Lv1]

User can summon blades of wind to cut across the opponent. The skill does up to 6 hits based on the skill level, each hit dealing 150% damage

[MP:10]

Good sword, good drops. I am happy with these rewards. It was then, a new message popped up.

[With the death of the boss, you can exit the dungeon] A familiar translucent portal appeared before, I stepped through it and found myself back in my room. I checked the time on the table clock. Only ten minutes have passed in the real world.

I entered the dungeon at 1:30 after eating lunch with mom and dad, the clock was indicating 1:40 pm, which means time moves differently in that dimension.

Anyway, today has been a great success. Just one single journey made me stronger than that blue-haired demon chick. All this was possible was because of daily Quest, man I will never stop grinding.

Free 5 stats points for completing an hour's worth of exercise routine is like a cherry on top of a cake. It's free money.

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I rubbed the fogged-up mirror with the palm of my hand. The bathroom was still humid from the shower I had taken seconds ago.

Instead of that happy go, lucky idiot, what stared back was a young white-haired man with light brown eyes, unlike Issei whose eyes usually glimmer with perverseness and have gentle touch it, my eyes are kind of cold and give off a scary vibe.

To most my eyes are alone to stop them from approaching me, but that's not the case girls seem to swoon over my new personality and my refined look, but as good as it may sound I detest all these attentions, they are all underage, and it's so weird to date a girl half your age. I died at 29, I would like to date a bona fide woman, not some underage teenager.

Anyway, my cold rejection killed any attempts at romanticizing me.

[SONA POV]

She breathed a sigh of relief, she was finally done with all the paperwork. She leaned back against her seat and checked the time, lunchtime was yet to end, which means she has still time to enjoy her bento.

"Knock" "Knock" She sighed and put the bento aside.

"Please come in."

The door slowly opened to reveal a tall third-year student with a broad shoulder, her breath hitched as she took in his stormy countenance— sharp jaw, lean muscular frame, and piercing brown eyes that would chill anyone's blood.

He was Issei Hyodou, the once member of the perverted trio, at a time his presence in the academy was like a jagged pebble on a stone path. She would have expelled him too but then the accident happened & everything changed, his personality, his idiotic tendencies, his behaviors.

He now talks less, no one knows what is going throw his head. And boy he has a vicious & sharp tongue, no one can win an argument against him, according to her rook, Tsubasa, he will always come back with points that would leave everyone speechless.

"Can I help you?" He took a moment to study the student council office instead of replying back, although it was somewhat rude she didn't feel offended by it.

"I would like to change my club." He expressed and sat before her.

"Oh, your preference?"

"Music Club, I can handle piano pretty well." His deep and calm voice raised the hairs at the back of her neck.

"I can write a letter of recommendation for you, but they will eventually ask you to perform so that they can gauge your overall skills."

"Then please do so." She avoided his gaze, her cheeks flushed with redness, the heat that rocketed around her body just from the way he looked at her, it was embarrassing.

She was not accustomed to people staring right in her eyes, that's her thing, but now that she was experienced what it feels like to be stared at, maybe she will stop doing that.

"Okay…" She fetched an A4 sheet and wrote a short recommendation letter and handed it to him. She cursed underneath her breath, Issei kept his eyes on her the whole time, and his voice, that low and sensual voice cranked the heat, the warmth twining around her legs and up her body.

"A-After school visit the music class, give this to the club president." She said, and slide it across the table toward him.

"Thank You." He folded the paper and stood up, without another word he left. The room fell into silence and a sense of emptiness dawned upon her.

"What is happening to me?"