{The Sin of Wrath received 200 experience points.}
{The Sin of Gluttony received 200 experience points.}
{The Sin of Wrath received 200 experience points.}
{The Sin of Gluttony received 200 experience 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.}
{The Sin of Gluttony reached level five. You have learned the skill Gluttonous Essense.}
{Gluttonous Essense: Passively increases your health regeneration by 0.1 points per level and per minute.}
"Hohoho, nice, nice, nice…"
More passive skills, and one that lets me recover faster. The only downside was the fact that to make this one level up, I would have to get hurt first. Putting that aside, I wondered what I should do with the corpses. Roskarl wasn't showing up and didn't do anything, so I guessed that the situation was whatever to him.
"Well, I have better things to do than to deal with corpses. Onto the next floor."
Although some of the sins leveled up, the amount of experience gained was quite small, considering that the orcs should be pretty strong. Based on the experience alone, it was weird to think that they were only two times stronger than the weird monsters of the dungeon. Maybe it wasn't about the experience but about how well they could fight under the right circumstances.
The dungeon took a surprising turn on the next floor… while I still could see the rough signs of the walls, floor, and ceiling, there was some green around. I could see grass on the ground and some plants and flowers on the ceiling and walls as well. That was weird since I was going down the dungeon… but that made me realize that it must be the influence of the boss on the fifth floor as well.
"Hey, gramps. Is there a boss on the fifth floor here?"
Roskarl didn't answer… he sure had the balls to ignore me when I knew he was there, or maybe he took a break to water the plants or something. Or maybe he was skipping on the job altogether and drinking with the orcs.
"I guess I can escape if he isn't looking at me… Hahaha, finally free from the claws of that crazy woman. Screw the rules! I have a system."
The aura changed around me again, and I could tell that it was thanks to Roskarl… he was starting to get annoying, too. Still, I wondered if it was because I was becoming more self-centered after becoming a monster.
In any case, I began to walk while waiting for the first monster to show up, so I was caught off guard when I heard the sound of the plants above moving. Then a monster emerged from the ceiling… right above me. The creature appeared, grabbing a stalactite, and soon swung it at me as well.
As I laid eyes upon the creature once more, a gasp escaped my jaws since I didn't have lips, perhaps, a gasp didn't escape as well and it was only my imagination. Gone was the elongated snout reminiscent of a long dicknose, replaced instead by a visage that bore a striking resemblance to an orangutan, albeit more fearsome and primal. Its frame had bulked up, muscles rippling beneath its fur-covered skin, and it stood taller than the previous ones, exuding an aura of raw power.
As the clash of weapons resounded in the air, the weight of its blows threatened to overwhelm me. My sword, faltered under the relentless assault. And as the stone club collided with my blade, sending sparks flying, I felt my entire body quiver with the force of the impact.
In that moment, I knew that I faced a foe unlike any other, a creature whose sheer might surpassed my own. That would be fun…
When the monster landed, I immediately kicked its stomach and then pushed it backward. The expression on its face didn't change that much… it had a higher defense than the other beasts in the dungeon as well… the spike of difficulty of the dungeon was increasing quite a bit.
"I have the feeling that I will have a lot of fun grinding with you guys."
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While Deimos was fighting in the dungeon, the orc chieftain was punching some of the tribe's youngest recruits in the face when he suddenly saw a messenger arriving. After noticing that, he smashed the recruit's nose with his elbow and then made him fall to the ground completely unconscious.
The orc chieftain waited for the messenger while looking around at the dozens of recruits around him. It was customary for the orcs to welcome the recruits to their ranks like that, with a lot of pain in order to make them get used to it. Orcs usually don't live for that long, so making them get used to the pain from the beginning tends to help them a fair bit to increase their survivability.
The orc chieftain was a formidable warrior whose presence commanded respect and fear in equal measure. His name was Gorgo. He epitomized the strength and ferocity of his kind, every aspect of his appearance speaking to his status as a leader among orcs.
Standing head and shoulders above his comrades, Gorgo's towering frame exuded an aura of raw power. Muscles bulged beneath his weathered skin and yellow fur, a testament to a lifetime spent honing his martial prowess on the battlefield. Scars crisscrossed his flesh, each one a testament to the countless battles he had fought and emerged victorious from.
Upon his broad shoulders rested a mantle of fur, a symbol of his authority as chieftain. Woven into the fabric were tokens of his triumphs—trophies claimed from fallen foes and symbols of his clan's dominance over lesser tribes. From his waist hung a belt adorned with intricately carved bone ornaments, each one telling a story of conquest and glory.