Montu looked around and saw a rusty sword lying on the ground nearby. It seemed to have been left behind by some unfortunate adventurer who had been overwhelmed by the zombies.
He approached it cautiously, eyeing the zombies around him to make sure none of them were coming his way.
With a quick movement, Montu picked up the sword, feeling its weight in his hand. It was heavier than he expected, but he was determined to use it to increase his strength.
It was a crude weapon, but it was better than nothing. He swung it experimentally, feeling the rush of power that came with wielding a weapon.
Montu began to approach the zombies, his sword at the ready. He knew that killing his own kind was a necessary step in order to increase his level and evolve as a monster. He was still getting used to his new body and abilities, but he was confident that he could take on the zombies.
Before attacking any zombie, he checked their stats by his exclusive skill God's eye.
Zombie
Race= Undead
Level=1
Strength=1
Speed = 1
Endurance=4
Intelligence=0
Mind=0
HP=50/50
Skills= Infectious Bite[ Lvl 1]
Rotten Stench[Lvl 1]
Flesh Feast[Lvl 1]
Rotting Grasp[Lvl 1]
The zombie itself wasn't powerful, but they were in large numbers. And they had quite an amazing amount of skills despite being level one zombies.
Montu checked the description of each skill, he didn't wanted to take any risk.
Infectious Bite: A special attack where the zombie bites its target, potentially infecting them with the zombie virus and turning them into a zombie themselves.
Rotten Stench: An aura that emanates from the zombie, causing nearby creatures to become nauseated and weakened.
Flesh Feast: An ability that allows the zombie to recover health by consuming the flesh of fallen foes.
Rotting Grasp: The zombie's touch carries a foul disease that can infect its victim with decay.
But as Montu himself was a zombie, he wasn't affected by those skills.
As he approached the first zombie, it turned to face him with a low growl. Montu lunged forward, swinging his sword with all his might. The blade connected with the zombie's head, sending it flying backwards. Montu felt a surge of satisfaction as he watched the zombie crumble to the ground, defeated.
[Host gained 50 Experience point]
He continued on, taking on more zombies with each swing of his sword. He was determined to become the strongest undead monster in the dungeon, and nothing would stand in his way.
He stood in the middle of a pile of zombies, covered in their rotting blood and guts. He looked down at the sword in his hand, now stained with blood
[System has detected level up]
[Congratulations, the Host has leveled up to Level 2]
[3 stat points have been added]
He added one point into strength and two into speed. He needed to increase his speed more than the strength as the zombies are slow creatures, he could easily defeat them if he has speed.
Montu smiled as he felt the power coursing through his veins. He knew he had a long way to go before he could face the players who would soon arrive, but he was ready for the challenge.
He wiped the blood off his sword and continued deeper into the dungeon. He was determined to become the strongest undead monster in the dungeon and was willing to do whatever it takes to achieve that goal.
He took a deep breath and started to move forward, deeper into the dungeon. He knew that the zombies would only get stronger the further he went, but he was ready for the challenge.
As he walked, he heard a soft voice in his head.
[ Quest Triggered ]
[Defeat 20 zombies, higher than Level 1 without taking any damage]
Rewards: Rotten Stench
Penalty: None
He smirked at the challenge. "Easy," he said to himself. "I've already taken on a horde of level one zombies without getting hurt."
He came across a group of zombies that looked stronger than the ones he had faced before.
He used the God's eye.
They were level 2 zombies, slightly stronger from level 1's but not stronger than Montu. Both, their speed and strength was lower than Montu's.
He readied his sword and charged at them, swinging with all his might.
[Quest Updated]
[Defeated 1/20 zombies, higher than Level 1 without taking any damage]
[100 Exp gained]
Montu smiled to himself.
He fought off the zombie horde quite easily without much difficulties.
[System has detected level up]
[Congratulations, the Host has leveled up to Level 3]
[3 stat points have been added]
He added 2 points to speed and 1 point into strength.
[Quest Updated]
[Defeated 7/20 zombies, higher than Level 1 without taking any damage]
Montu made his way through the dungeon, taking on more and more zombies with each step. As he encountered higher level zombies, he found himself struggling to defeat them. The zombies were stronger and faster, making it difficult for Montu to land any hits.
Montu dodged to the side as a zombie charged towards him, narrowly avoiding the creature's sharp claws. He spun around and swung his sword, aiming for the zombie's head. But the zombie was too quick, and it dodged his attack.
Montu tried to back away, but he found himself surrounded by a group of zombies. They closed in on him, Montu swung his sword wildly, trying to keep the zombies at bay.
As the fight continued, Montu began to feel a sense of desperation. He knew he had to defeat the zombies, but he was struggling to even defend himself. He didn't felt any strain on his stamina but he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer.
Montu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He focused on remembering the techniques he had learned from watching anime and reading novels. He visualized himself as the hero of his own story, the one who would triumph over the zombies and emerge victorious.
[What type of joke is this. <_> Is the author sane while writing this.]
Author= I am perfectly sane. You don't have to worry, instead focus on your work.
With renewed determination, Montu charged towards the zombies.
"Haaaaa"
'Clang..... swipe' the zombie he attacked deflected the sword and it flew away from his grasp.