[Do you wish to level up Level 30 Freya?]
You see that moment. It was all fun and games.
[Level 30 Freya evolved to Level 300 Freya]
—until it turned into one of those, oh wait. Ackshually…
Bob stared at his hand, then Freya as she convulsed on the ground. She was literally on fire, her skin burning away as she evolved. It did not help he had to listen to her screaming like a banshee as she thrashed around in the golden flames. Her dress had burned away by now.
"I guess I… uh…" Bob scratched his jaw, turning to his wolf and then back to Freya, "…taken greater precautions after doing the maths." — No, he did not expect her to suddenly catch fire after he had used the skill on her, nor did he expect her to be in this much pain.
As he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the words TUTORIAL appeared before him, and if words could laugh as much as his shoes did, then they would have mocked him to death. Bob waited patiently, clearing his throat once every minute, sometimes twice.
When he noticed the flames dying out, Bob wanted to stay back and watch, kek—cough cough, but he decided to talk his wolf out on patrol. Now, for some reason, the patrol was telling him that it would only accept the furry. Sad that he was not needed, Bob returned to watch over Freya.
After all, he could not just leave her there, alone and defenceless.
Bob returned, and he waited. The days turned to weeks, and weeks to months as seasons passed unseen and years were birthed and died. Forced to grow old waiting for her to finish her evolution, a thought crossed Bob's mind, 'What if I spammed a target's level into the maximum limit?'
Then again, they would become too strong, and probably kill him faster than he could reach out a hand to devolve them. Sadly, no matter how hard he tried, he could not raise his own level with an overpowered skill like this, so he was struck with the good 'ol grinding for XP.
"Sigh… what a useless developer…" Bob rubbed his forehead, lowering his gaze after a while. As the time passed, he drew closer to falling asleep, narrowing his eyes and preparing to seal them. Until, he heard a soft moan, and his brain snapped awake!
He raised his head and following a loud shriek, his face turned beet red. As Freya darted into the shadows, Bob stared with a straight red face, his eyes burning in a strange light, "Now, let me recite a mantra to calm this storm within my heart. I am not a pervert. I am not a pervert. I am not a perv—"
Man, her breasts were mass— I am not a pervert!
Then, there was a flash of light.
"Shit. I swear it was an accident!"
⦗Freya dealt Magic Damage!⦘
[Used, I Just Glitched!⦘
⦗Health -98⦘
'It is always good to use protection.'
——
"What did you do to me?" Freya stared at her hands, a small golden flame danced around on her fingertips, and then sighed. She turned around to Bob, and found him staring at her with an intent gaze, a frown forming on her face, "What have I become?"
Bob narrowed his eyes, his chin on his ha— sorry —hand on his chin as he stared at her, "You're strong enough to practically solo the dungeon at this point. I guess I might have overdone it this time."
Bob had no control over how overpowered this skill was, and this meant anything he wished for a level up would get 100 times increased, nothing more and nothing less. So if Bob used this skill on Freya again, she would be at 30, 000!
He was tempted to try it but, for his safety, restrained himself. Instead, he decided to build what he called, trust, first. Bob chuckled, opening his mouth to speak, "Okay, Freya. About the plan earlier. So, for the first dungeon—"
"I let you pick you up in your arms and throw me inside? I will walk, boss." Freya continued with a chiselled face, her eyes gleaming in a cold light. Staring at her, it would be impossible to notice she had hidden countless daggers in her dress — don't ask how Bob knew.
"Well, let us go outside and talk as we move on." Bob cleared his throat and walked away. As she followed him outside, he decided to ask important questions, "Can you tell me the top skills you earned from that level up? How strong are you now?"
"I earned 10 new skills…" Freya rolled her eyes to the ceiling, her blood-red eyes gleaming in a strange light, "My favourite skills of the ten are Night Manipulation, Blood Combustion, Light Burst, Status Effect Canceller, then Boss Enhancement, and finally Void Bomb."
As they approached the first golden door in sight, Bob wanted to see for himself how strong she was now. He pushed the door open, then stepped inside the room, then sighed as cold assaulted him.
Bob turned to Freya, and the monster wasn't even flinching.
⦗Level 10 Goblin Elite Spawned!⦘
⦗Level 15 Goblin Elite Spawned!⦘
⦗Level 10 Goblin Elite Spawned!⦘
'Spawned?' Bob frowned, 'These ones weren't camping inside for us?' While he was deep in his thought, the goblins turned to them, grinning and drawing their weapons. Bob blinked, and in that second, the grinning face of a goblin was turned into a decimated mess of blood and gore.
Freya stood there, a collection of blades encircling her then withdrawing into her dress a second later. The second goblin stared at its comrade horrified, the grin wiping from its face, but as it turned around to run, Freya grinned and she dashed towards the next monster.
⦗Freya killed Goblin Elite!⦘
Bob stood in silence, watching as the blades appeared in the blink of an eye. As the goblin ran, a few blades chased it down and killed it. The last goblin could barely raise its blade when Freya leapt towards it and slashed its throat with a dagger.
⦗Freya killed Goblin Elite!⦘
⦗Freya killed Goblin Elite!⦘
⦗Freya Registered Bob as Ally!⦘
⦗Claimed 1000 XP!⦘
⦗You Have Levelled Up!⦘
⦗All Stats +10!⦘
⦗You Have Levelled Up!⦘
⦗All Stats +10!⦘
Bob stood as Freya straightened her back, her chin dripping with blood. He felt himself fill with a sudden strength, and he clenched his fists. She would do well at this point. From now on, Bob would take a different path in the dungeon — he won't get lost, no — and grow himself!
The stronger he becomes, the faster he escapes this hell.