I fired the next spell and was surprised to see that the Envious Flame had increased in size and speed as well… it hit the shield of the monster and made him tremble. Some marks of the flames were also left on it.
"I don't want to damage my future gear… so I need to find a better use for this."
I began to dash around the enemy while looking for an opening. Still, he soon began to glare at me with his eyes right above the shield while half of its head was being protected. He kept moving like that while waiting for a chance to do anything…
Slowly, I began to approach, and he began to raise his stance as well… while he didn't get any clean hits so far, he was yet to give up on the fight. I wanted to applaud the beast for its bravery and laugh at its stupidity and lack of brain cells… as if I would mess up around this late in the fight.
"I guess I can't get everything I want out of this fight… If I had ground a bit more on the first floor, things could be different, but it is better to avoid getting damaged too much in here."
After looking at the shield once more, I checked my mana and nodded to myself. Even if my plan fails, the result will be good enough for me, so soon, I increased my running speed and then began to use Envios Flame time and time again.
The fireballs were blocked by the shield of the monster, but each impact made the shield lose its durability and heat up as well. Before long, the heat began to burn the arm of the monster… and I also realized that only using my skills wouldn't be enough to make them level up… I had to kill things with them.
That didn't change my plans at all since the monster began to shake thanks to the pain, and then I got closer… the interval of the attacks increased, but the beast in pain didn't realize that… until the attacks stopped coming.
The orc hero looked in the direction the last attack came. Still, it didn't find me… it only found its half-melted shield that was beginning to mend with his arm thanks to melted metal… when the creature tried to throw it away and look for me, it suddenly heard some sounds coming from above, soon was hit in the head by my final five Envious Flames…
Each direct hit stunned the monster and prevented it from reacting… soon enough, I fell above the beast and then pierced its neck with my sword… the weapon pierced the flesh. Still, the monster strugged for a fair bit while agonizing… it had a massive ton of vitality if anything…
{The skill Envious Flame leveled up. Magic has increased by one point.}
{The skill Envious Flame leveled up. Magic has increased by one point.}
{The Sin of Envy received 500 experience points.}
{The Sin of Wrath received 500 experience points.}
{The Sin of Gluttony received 500 experience points.}
{The Sin of Envy leveled up. Magic has increased by two points.}
{The Sin of Wrath leveled up. Power has increased by two points.}
{The Sin of Gluttony leveled up. Spirit has increased by two points.}
{The Sin of Gluttony leveled up. Spirit has increased by two points.}
Eventually, the beast stopped struggling, and its shadows quickly moved toward my body… I didn't have to do a single thing. After trying to take a deep sigh and relief and falling since I didn't have lungs, I got up. In the next moment, I heard the sound of the metal bars moving, and then Roskarl materialized beside me.
"Well done. You did well."
"Thanks for the help. You are the MVP with your amazing assistance."
"You didn't need help, after all. Regardless, you can pick one of the items of the boss as your reward. The shield and the armor are done, though.
"Well, I wanted the sword anyway."
The goblin hero used the sword with one hand since the beast was three meters tall, but it was a two-handed sword for me. The blade's single edge was honed to a razor-sharp edge that gleamed ominously in the light. Forged from the finest steel, its blade showed the marks of expert craftsmanship.
At first glance, the sword appeared to be a traditional weapon, but its unique design became apparent upon closer inspection. The blade boasted a subtle curve, its edge sweeping gracefully from hilt to tip in a menacing arc. This curvature lent the sword a distinct and lethal elegance, allowing for fluid and devastating strikes in combat.
The hilt of the sword was no less impressive, adorned with ornate fittings that spoke of the wealth and power of its owner. Wrapped in supple leather for a secure grip, it felt comfortable yet weighty in the hand, imbuing its wielder with a sense of confidence and authority.
Though the sword's appearance was undeniably intimidating, it was also a thing of beauty, its sleek lines and deadly curves combining to create a weapon that was as much a work of art as it was a tool of war. In the hands of a skilled warrior, it was a force to be reckoned with, capable of cleaving through armor and bone with effortless precision.
"Time to head to the next floor and cleave some beasts with it."
"Nice try, but it is time to return to the castle. Her Majesty must be furious already."
"Grow a pair, gramps. You are too old for obeying the orders of someone so much younger."
"Age doesn't matter. We follow the strong here."
"The first is a sentence of a criminal. I don't care about the rules here. I am the new rules."
Roskarl ignored me and teleported us back to the castle.