When Elly and Ivy fled from the scene, Nero stood facing the horde of Midnight Wall Bugs with a calm expression on his face, his eyes shone in a cold ray, but deep down, one would catch a trace of excitement as he could only picture them as experience points.
They shuffled through the wall like swinging the ocean as they charged at him at high speeds; Nero angled his scythe at his side while staring at them when he thought to himself.
'Since tough monsters like these are bound to pop up even more in this dungeon, I should strive to improve myself as much as I can, maybe I could increase my mastery a bit more, and while I can't rank up my core techniques, I should be able to get my Blood Reaper's dance to its second rank.'
Adult Nero smiled as he heard his younger self's thought; he said to himself, "A good choice."
