In the brightly lit dungeon, Nikolai was sitting against a stone wall with black blood covering his body and face. The self-cleaning function would take place in a few minutes, so he didn't need to change his clothes just yet.
However, during his time clearing this dungeon after three hours he realised that just fighting through the floors alone could become cumbersome even if his aura increased quite a lot since entering the two floors.
'Phew... I never realised how bad I was at sensing the strength of my enemies.'
'That's why that female ghoul, who was weaker than me physically but surpassed me in dexterity and her skill, could give me such trouble.'
After reflecting on his battle for the past thirty minutes, he realised that there was a significant difference between a ghoul who lived one year and one who lived two years.
