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Chapter 212: 3rd Floor
Chapter 212: 3rd Floor
[Ding! You have Level up!]
Noah collapsed to the ground, his body aching with exhaustion. The battle against the ice orc had been grueling, a test of his physical and mental limits. Despite the adrenaline rush that had fueled him through the fight, fatigue was now claiming its toll.
He activated his status window, a glowing interface overlaying his vision. The familiar display showed that he had leveled up to level fifty-three. His stats had increased, a tangible reward for his efforts. Satisfaction washed over him, a fleeting moment of respite before the harsh reality of the dungeon set in.
?Status Window
Name: Noah Adler
Rank: Expert
Level 53
Class: Angel of Death
Title: Goblin Slayer
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?Stats?
Mana: 141
Strength: 141
Intelligence: 120
Dexterity: 141
Luck: 111
Stat Points: 2
Coins: 7060G
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?Skills?
Common Skill: {Basic Swordsmanship},{Basic Close Combat} {Presence Detection} {Master of Weapons} {Mana's Armor Lvl 1} {Shadow Steps Level 1} {Blood Flowers} {Splitting Ripple Slash LVl 1} {Fangs of Insanity} {Flame Art} {Telekinesis Lv2} {Unprecedented Sense LV1} {Super Regeneration Lv2}
Exclusive Skills: {Seal of Death} {Night of Death} {Lord of the Night} {Hellfire}
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?Runes ?
{Basic Strength},{Basic Speed} {Angel of Death}
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Balancing rest and work was essential. He needed to recharge his energy, both physically and mentally, before facing whatever challenges lay ahead. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes, allowing the darkness to envelop him. The icy cavern became his temporary sanctuary, a place of rest and rejuvenation.
Noah awoke with a start, his body feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. The short rest had done wonders for his physical and mental state. A glance at his smartwatch revealed that twenty minutes had passed, and his score had risen to one hundred and fifty points.
A sense of urgency propelled him forward. He had less than an hour to clear the second floor and reach the third. Time was of the essence. With renewed determination, he set off, his movements a blur of speed and efficiency.
The icy expanse was filled with threats, but Noah was a force to be reckoned with. He moved through the landscape like a phantom, his senses heightened, his reflexes honed to perfection. Ice orcs fell before his onslaught, their bodies adding to the growing pile of carnage.
The minutes ticked by, the pressure mounting. With each passing moment, the stakes grew higher. But Noah remained focused, his mind a fortress of determination. He fought with a relentless efficiency, his skills honed to perfection.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he reached the door leading to the third floor. His score had risen to one hundred and seventy points, a testament to his speed and efficiency. With a deep breath, he stepped through the portal, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
The third floor was a stark contrast to the icy expanse of the second. A vast, endless sea stretched out before Noah, its surface shimmering under the ethereal light that filtered through the dungeon's ceiling. Scattered across this aquatic expanse were numerous islands, some no larger than a speck on the horizon, others larger, their shores lapped by the gentle waves.
These islands were connected by narrow strips of land, like bridges thrown across the water. The overall effect was one of intricate beauty, a natural masterpiece crafted with precision. But Noah knew that this serene landscape was deceptive. The depths of this underwater world were undoubtedly teeming with life, some of it undoubtedly hostile.
He stood at the edge of the first island, the salty sea breeze carrying the promise of adventure. A new challenge awaited, and he was ready to face it. Discover hidden tales at m,v l'e-NovelBin.net
[Ding! Mission completed.
Rewards: +3 mana points and 5000G]
Noah immediately put the two stat points on both Strength and Dexterity.
?Status Window
Name: Noah Adler
Rank: Expert
Level 53
Class: Angel of Death
Title: Goblin Slayer
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?Stats?
Mana: 144
Strength: 142
Intelligence: 120
Dexterity: 142
Luck: 111
Stat Points: 0
Coins: 12060G
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?Skills?
Common Skill: {Basic Swordsmanship},{Basic Close Combat} {Presence Detection} {Master of Weapons} {Mana's Armor Lvl 1} {Shadow Steps Level 1} {Blood Flowers} {Splitting Ripple Slash LVl 1} {Fangs of Insanity} {Flame Art} {Telekinesis Lv2} {Unprecedented Sense LV1} {Super Regeneration Lv2}
Exclusive Skills: {Seal of Death} {Night of Death} {Lord of the Night} {Hellfire}
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?Runes ?
{Basic Strength},{Basic Speed} {Angel of Death}
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Noah's eyes scanned the vast expanse of water, a sense of anticipation filling him. The island he stood on was small, a mere speck in the oceanic expanse.
[Ding! New Mission: Clear this floor in two hours.
Reward: 5 points on Strength and Dexterity]
The system's notification echoed in his mind, a challenge accepted.
A new mission: clear the floor in two hours. The reward, a boost to his strength and dexterity, was enticing. But the challenge was equally daunting. He knew that this floor would test his limits in ways he had never imagined.
With a deep breath, he stepped onto the narrow bridge connecting the island to the next. The water below churned and frothed, a hidden world teeming with unknown creatures. As he walked, he kept his senses sharp, his eyes scanning the water for any signs of danger.
The journey across the bridge was fraught with tension. With each step, he was one misstep away from a watery grave. But Noah pressed on, his determination unwavering. The island ahead loomed larger, a beacon of hope in this watery expanse.
Noah's foot barely touched the sandy shore of the second island when his Unprecedented Sense flared to life, a cacophony of warnings echoing in his mind. Five menacing figures burst from the water, their upper bodies human-like, their lower halves ending in a fish-like tail. They were fishermen, creatures of the deep, their eyes glinting with a predatory hunger.
Before they could launch their attack, Noah unleashed his arsenal. Five daggers, imbued with the essence of darkness, materialized around him, their ethereal glow cutting through the water's surface. With a flick of his wrist, he sent them hurtling towards the Fishmen.
The daggers found their mark with deadly precision, piercing the vital organs of the creatures. The Fishmen, their bodies convulsing in agony, sank beneath the waves. In the blink of an eye, the threat was neutralized.
Noah stood on the shore, his heart pounding with adrenaline. The encounter had been brief, but it served as a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked beneath the water's surface. He knew that this was just the beginning.
Noah moved with a cautious stride, his senses on high alert. The five daggers, imbued with the essence of darkness, danced around him like a protective shield, their ethereal glow cutting through the water's surface. The island chain stretched out before him, a labyrinth of land and sea.
As he progressed, the attacks grew more frequent and more ferocious. Schools of piranha-like creatures launched themselves from the water, their razor-sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight. Giant crabs, their pincers snapping with deadly precision, emerged from the depths. And lurking in the shadows, unseen predators waited for the perfect moment to strike.
Noah fought with relentless efficiency, his movements a blur of speed and power. The daggers, under his telekinetic control, were a deadly force, striking with surgical precision. His body, honed by countless battles, moved with an almost inhuman grace.
The journey was arduous, but Noah pressed on. The clock was ticking, and he knew that he had to reach the end of the island chain before time ran out. With each island conquered, his confidence grew, and his determination strengthened.
Noah stepped onto the seventh island, a larger landmass compared to the previous ones. As he explored the island, a sense of unease crept over him. The air seemed to vibrate with an unseen tension, a warning of impending danger.
His instincts were correct. A group of fifteen fishermen, larger and more muscular than the previous encounters, emerged from the surrounding waters. Their lower bodies were those of sharks, their skin tough and scales shimmering in the sunlight. Armed with crude, trident-like weapons, they encircled Noah, their eyes glinting with a predatory hunger.
The battle was imminent.
Noah's heart pounded in his chest as the fifteen fishermen closed in. His mouth curled, he was certain he would be having fun.
The five daggers orbiting him hummed with anticipation, ready to strike.
The first attack came swiftly. A wave of tridents sliced through the air, aimed at vital points. Noah dodged and weaved, his movements fluid and precise. The daggers intercepted some of the incoming attacks, their ethereal blades clashing against the crude weapons.
The battle raged on, a chaotic ballet of death and survival. Noah fought with ferocity, almost as if possessed. He knew that every moment counted. The fishermen were relentless, their numbers a constant threat. But Noah was no ordinary man. He was the Angel of Death, the judge of the fallen.
With each passing moment, the intensity of the fight increased. The ground was slick with fish blood, the air thick with the stench of battle. Noah's body ached, his breath coming in ragged gasps. But he refused to yield. His determination was a force to be reckoned with.