After killing monsters inside the dungeon for the last three hourz without much break, micah stands just outside the boss gate, his chest heaving, and clothes in ruin, and a few pieces of armor acquired from monster drops, one in particular a favorite choice of his, a wolf head dress armor, not particularly strong but definitely a souvinere. Having earned his scars and leveled up as much as he could, having the time now micah checks his stats window.
level: 10
strength: 45
vitality: 35
agility: 40
intellegence : 25
mana: 300
after the level 5 and 10 bonus free attributes he dumped 5 to strength and 5 to agility, making them his highest stats, though endurance helps to heal and negate wounds, and poisons, he needs to be stronger first. with an uncommon short sword now instead of the dagger, makes him in a far better position than before as he gazes in at the boss. Standing in the middle of a circular platform in the boss realm is a huge wolf standing more than 6 feet on all four legs, makimg it larger than micah currently, its fur pitch black with shadows dancing around it, looking much like the legendary fenrir from myths. witg a roar, and the activation of his hellfire on the short sword dashing into the boss room, nothing more than a blur as he crosses to the boss, aiming for his throat, as he swings, the boss not being a slouch either, retaliates and before the sword can reach, micah is sent flying as the paw slams into his chest, after soaring through the air and hitting the wall, micah makes a sudden realization. The wolf is an agility based boss...its going to be tough to take down, its even five levels higher than him with a higher all round stats, this fight might very well kill him...with those entrusive thoughts, micah stands up on shaky feet, more than a couple ribs broken and slowly mending as he stands. With blood leaking from his mouth he gets ready to take on the boss. The boss,seeing micah get back up seems to anger the boss, as it lets out a bone chilling howl the room growing darker, as if its absorbing all the light in the room. Before it pounced off the platform with such speed and force, it leaves micah with little choice to dodge, he opts to meet the attack with one of his own. Slashing the long swors overhead as he raises he guantlet up to meet the jaws of the now enraged boss, after less than a second, the two collide, micah slamming back into the wall, breaking even more ribs, and his arm is slowly being crushed in the armor of the gauntlet, retaliates, slashing athe the side of the wolfs neck doing his best to stab his blade in, finding no purchase and only making shallow wounds as his own injuries worsen, his breathing labored from the shattered ribcage as it tries to mind. He struggles against the wolf as it starts thrashing him around nearly tearing is entrapped arm off as tbe two fight like animals, clawing, slashing, roaring, and struggling to win, the fight lasting for quite some time, at some point the wolf let go of his mangled broken arm, now uselessly dangling at his side, covered in his and the wolfs blood, both now heavily wounded. The only thing keeping micah on his feet is rage, in a state too angry to die, as he limps back and forth pacing in front of the wolf his blood making a trail under him as he does. "come on!" Micah roars at the wolf, its maw mangled, one cheek cute wide open and one eye blinded as it watches the furious human pace, confused how its still alive to fight. 'since when has humans able to live through such mutilation?' it thinks to itself, having been a boss in this active dungeon for decades never having been killed in this low level area, and seeing hundred if not thousands of students. It howls angrily as it knows this is all the stength it has left, being its final attack, Micah with a likewise situation already almost using up all his strength, only a single attack left to strike with as he maintains the hellfire on his sword and with an ear shattering roar, rushes forward as the wolf lunges as well racing to meet eachother, just before the two collide the wolf leaps into the air his maw opened wide as he tries to just swallow the human whole, micah dives to hid knees as he leans back thrusting the blade with all his strength, into the wolfs throat, sliding down through its body, splitting its stomach open in the wake before the two seperate, the wolf collapsing with a sorrowful whine before no signs of life can be seen, with micah successful in killing the boss, he slides just a few more feet on his knees before even he too, collapses and falls into dsrkness, blacking out as he has reached beyond his limits for too long, his wounds severr, and a chance that his left arm is too mangled and may have to be amputated, a rarity in this world, only when the limb cant heal the bones entirely before the skin and muscle can't keep up. And with that, Micah being recorded unknowingly, by the school board, recorded how he seemed just too angry to die, out leveled, out stated, and against a veteran aged boss, fighting, and eventually killing it with nithing left but willpower keeping him standing. A few hours pass, before micah recovers enough to awaken, the first thing he sees in his blurry vision is a white door a few feet frkm him. "ugh...why does it have to be so bright?..." Laying on the ground as he continues to take rest, he takes stock of his injuries, realizing his left arm is crippled he becomes both saddened and excited, as this world has runic prothetics, albeit, expensive, they are on par or better than normal limbs, making this an opportunity in his eyes, he takes a look at his stats
level: 12
strength: 55
vitality: 45
agility: 45
intellegence : 35
mana: 330
Confused yet again at massive skill point jumps he shakes his head, happy to be stronger, at level twelve he can already protect himself from the average level twenty human on this planets with just his stats alone. Standing up with difficulty and agonizing pain as his body struggles under the many injuries, only a few of the less damaged ribs having mended he limps through the white door, now standing in the school arena, dacing the thousands of students and teachers, covered feom head to toe in his and monsters blood, Micah becomes a bit awkward, as he whole stadiums fall silent, assuming it from his haggard state, he does his best to ignore it as he limps towards the medical tent. Thus ends the first dungeon for micah, the man in two lives, too angry to die.