Dungeon 2

A problem occurred not much farther in to the dungeon. I had run across a small Wolfpack myself. Now these would usually be easy pickings for me except I had made one small error.

My sword slashed out towards one of the wolves and made contact but instead of the flesh cutting that I had anticipated what came next was.

*clink* my sword snapped in half with part of the blade wizzing past my head. Quickly dodging the snapping jaws aimed at my throat I stabbed what was left of the blade into the wolves eye socket the gave it a sharp twist snapping the head to the side.

I knew that these magical beasts bodies got harder the farther down I went but I didn't think it would reach these levels. Not to mention the huge strength that the Hero class gave me the weapon just couldn't hold on.

Quickly pushing away from the dead wolf the others already leaping at me. I dodge the first wolf, hit the second in the throat with an uppercut feeling it crunch under my knuckles before grabbing its back legs and proceeded to use it to beat the third one into a wall.

"You think I won't beat a motherfucker with another motherfucker your dead wrong." I use my trusty wolf blade as a hammer and start smashing it into the other wolves. There's crunches and splattering of blood and gore I use to my advantage to blind the other wolves.

I get in a few good sucker punches and stomps on the downed opponents ending the battle with me covered in blood.

"Ah that was fun it's been so long since I've broken a weapon. The fight against King Arthur I think was the last time?" I say looking at the ninjato handle lodged in the wolf's head.

"Do you want one of the swordsmen blades?" Death asks me.

"Nahhhh for now I'll just play around." I tell her as she goes back to watching cartoons with Sara.

Checking my ring I pull out a set of special gloves. These were made to withstand huge impacts and had little metal plates over the knuckles. Most effective for beating things to death.

Happy for the new challenge I started making my way deeper into the dungeon. It was fantastic fun. Pummel some wolves to death with your fists. Tear them in half by the jaw Hulk style. Beat other wolves to death with their friends.

Of course I'll take a bit of damage a few bites I'd patch up. They were quite fast at times and sneaky they had some minor pack telepathy that let them communicate in some way so they got in a few surprise nibbles on my succulent flesh.

I would just slap on some healing paste In glee and continue on my adventure. How long had it been since I was injured? How long since I had a challenge? Super Voldemort?

Quickly making my way down the stairs to the next level I noticed there was a change to this surroundings it was pitch black. Taking out a flashlight I carefully made my way into the dungeon that's when it happened my eyes clicked onto a pair of golden eyes hanging on a wall connected to a grayish lizard.

My body instantly started to turn to stone before that happeend however I smashed both the creatures before I was completely petrified. Next thing I know I'm standing before my lovely death with the biggest smile on my face.

"You died love." She tells me with a tsk.

"I know hahaha I wasn't expecting basilisks." If I remember in the story there was some kind of healing stone on the previous floor buried deep in a wall that gave some kind of magical elixir to stop that. I didn't grab this item as I didn't know what it would change since hajime was still there if I took it there's a 100% chance he will die.

"Oh well go have fun." She says and my body on the outside heals and I come back to life.

This floor was a pain in the ass. I died multiple times from glimpses of those golden eyes lizards. Until I developed a petrification immunity skill.

Then it was hell for those lizard bastards.

Making my way out of this pit of despair I entered into another grander pit of despair. Knee high black tar as far as I can see bubbling ominously.

Taking a few steps in I was suddenly hit in the side by a nasty set of teeth tearing into me. I didn't sense the creature at all until it was already on me. Some kind of tar shark was eating me and even when I struck it my hand kind of bounced off its rubbery body.

"Hahaha a challenge is it?" I laugh madly ripping out my dagger and trying to stab the beast. Nothing it just bounces off.

"I can't beat you to death and I can't stab you to death I'll rip you to death!" I wedge my fingers into the cracks between my ripped flesh and it's teeth and slowly pull it apart while it flails.

I manage to get it wide enough and step onto it with the teeth cutting through my shoes.

"Come on aren't you hungry!?! Take another bite!" Using my hands and feet I rip the mouth open and I can hear the sound of tearing flesh as it's slowly being ripped in half with an ever increasing struggle.

Finally i give a mighty yank and the body tears in half I throw away the upper half of the tar shark while the lower half sinks.

I slowly make my way through the tar hell with these shark like monsters who can hide their presence from me completely. I lose chunks of my body and die a few times only to be revived more energetic than ever. "I hope I'm not developing some kind of weird tendencies here but I'm having so much fun."