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''Finally,'' Noah mumbled while looking at his status window, without hesitation, he put the newly gained stat points into Mana.
■Status Window
Na: Noah Adler
Rank: Expert
Level 48
Class: Angel of Death
Title: Goblin Slayer
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☆Stats☆
Mana: 120
Strength: 127
Intelligence: 108
Dexterity: 127
Luck: 99
Stat Points: 0
Coins: 25060G
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☆Skills☆
Common Skill: {Basic Swordsmanship},{Basic Close Combat} {Presence Detection} {Master of Weapons} {Mana's Armor Lvl 1} {Shadow Steps Level 1} {Blood Flowers} {Splitting Ripple Slash LVl 1} {Fangs of Insanity} {Fla Art} {Telekinesis Lv1} {Unprecedented Sense LV1} {Super Regeneration Lv1}
Exclusive Skills: {Seal of Death} {Night of Death} {Lord of the Night}
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☆Runes ☆
{Basic Strength},{Basic Speed} {Angel of Death}
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''Ti to go to the next floor!"
The oppressive darkness of the dead forest gave way to a blinding whiteness as Noah stepped through the doorway to the fourth floor. He stumbled back instinctively, shielding his eyes from the sudden glare. Gone were the skeletal trees and the cloying stench of decay. He was now standing in a vast expanse of white, a seemingly endless snowfield stretching as far as the eye could see.
A shiver, this ti not from fear but from the sudden drop in temperature, ran down his spine. He had traded the oppressive heat of the flaming blade for the biting cold of a seemingly endless winter wonderland. The air was crisp and thin, each breath sending a plu of white mist swirling from his lips. The only sound that broke the silence was the crunch of pristine snow beneath his boots.
Confusion clouded his mind. A dead forest followed by a frozen wasteland? This dungeon seed to be throwing random environntal challenges at him, testing his adaptability as much as his combat prowess. He scanned his surroundings, searching for any landmark, any sign of what this floor held.
In the distance, a lone, dark shape broke the monotony of the white expanse. It appeared to be a single, gnarled tree, its branches reaching out like skeletal fingers against the white canvas of the snowfield. It was a beacon in this featureless world, and Noah, his competitive spirit reignited, decided to investigate.
With a deep breath, he pulled his cloak tighter around his body, offering so ager protection from the biting cold. He plunged forward, leaving a trail of footprints in the pristine snow. As he drew closer to the lone tree, its form beca clearer. It was a massive, ancient oak, its bark weathered and cracked by the harsh elents.
But it wasn't just the age of the tree that piqued Noah's curiosity.
Strange symbols, glowing faintly with a blue light, were carved into the gnarled trunk. These weren't the arcane sigils he had encountered previously in the dungeon, but sothing older, sothing that seed to pulse with otherworldly energy. Intuition whispered in his ear that this was the key to the fourth floor, the challenge he needed to overco.
As he reached out to touch the symbols, a wave of cold, unlike anything he had ever experienced washed over him. It wasn't just a physical sensation; it seeped into his bones, chilling him to the very core of his being. He gritted his teeth, his hand hovering just above the glowing symbols. This was a test of his will as much as anything else.
He had to conquer this cold, not just to complete the floor, but to prove his ttle.
With a surge of determination, he pressed his hand against the symbols. A blinding flash of blue light erupted from the tree, montarily engulfing him in its icy embrace. When the light subsided, the world around him had changed. The endless snowfield was gone, replaced by a frozen cavern, its walls shimring with a blue light that emanated from the very ice itself.
In the center of the cavern, a single crystal bridge, sparkling with an otherworldly glow, stretched across a seemingly bottomless chasm.
The challenge of the fourth floor had been revealed. He had to cross the precarious bridge, defying the biting cold and the treacherous footing, to reach the other side and continue his journey. Noah took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed in focus. This was no ordinary bridge; it was a test of balance, courage, and perhaps even of his ability to withstand the freezing temperatures.
But he wouldn't let this setback deter him. He had co too far to give up now. With a determined nod, he stepped onto the bridge, ready to face whatever awaited him on the other side.
Noah's quick thinking paid off. The transformation of Nesis into a magical gun was a stroke of genius, allowing him to deal with the unexpected threat of the Giant Ice Wasps from a distance. His aim, honed by his [Master of Weapons]' skill, was deadly accurate. The magical Fire Bullets, infused with the power of his Fla Art, tore through the frozen air, finding their mark with unerring precision.
The Giant Ice Wasps, caught completely off guard by the sudden eruption of flas, didn't stand a chance.
Bang! Bang!
One by one, they exploded in showers of ice and chitin, their frozen bodies disintegrating into harmless snowflakes before they could even reach the bridge. The sharp cracks of the magical gunfire echoed through the place, montarily shattering the oppressive silence.
The acrid scent of burnt insects filled the air, a stark contrast to the pristine coldness of the surroundings. Noah, his cloak billowing in the frigid breeze, couldn't help but smirk. He had faced down hordes of undead and navigated a treacherous dead forest. A few overgrown bees wouldn't slow him down.
He continued his march across the bridge, his boots crunching on the crystalline surface. He remained vigilant, his Unprecedented Sense tingling with the ever-present awareness of danger. He knew this was just the first challenge, a re taste of what awaited him on the other side of the bridge.
But for now, he reveled in the brief mont of victory. He had outsmarted the dungeon's attempt to ambush him, and his confidence grew with each step he took. The bridge stretched on before him, a shimring path toward the unknown.
The bridge continued to stretch on, a shimring pathway across the seemingly bottomless chasm. Despite the initial victory over the Giant Ice Wasps, Noah remained cautious. His Unprecedented Sense pulsed with a constant warning, a low hum that vibrated in the very core of his being. He knew this wouldn't be a smooth journey.
Nesis remained in its magical gun form, the reassuring weight of the hilt a comfort in his hand. As he cautiously ventured forward, a piercing screech shattered the frozen silence. A giant White Eagle, its feathers gleaming like polished crystals, swooped down from the shadows, its razor-sharp talons glinting with a deadly glint.
The speed of the attack caught Noah off guard for a mont. The White Eagle, unlike the lumbering wasps, was a creature of grace and agility. But just as the talons were about to rake across his chest, his Unprecedented Sense flared, a blinding flash in his mind. Reacting with lightning speed, he instinctively channeled his telekinetic powers.
With a ntal nudge, he altered the trajectory of the attacking eagle. The majestic creature screeched in surprise as it was thrown off course, its sharp claws missing their mark by a hair's breadth. Seizing the opportunity, Noah raised Nesis and focused his will. A ball of searing fla materialized at the tip of the barrel, fueled by his ever-present Fla Art.
With a sharp crack, the Fire Bullet shot forward, propelled by magical energy.
The projectile found its mark with a sickening crunch. The White Eagle, struck true, tumbled through the air, its once proud cry replaced by a gurgling death rattle. Its lifeless body crashed into the frozen abyss below, disappearing into the swirling mist that obscured the depths.
But Noah didn't have ti to celebrate his victory. Three more White Eagles materialized from the icy shadows, their crystal claws glinting with predatory hunger. They attacked in a coordinated assault, diving and weaving with an almost avian intelligence.
The bridge beca a stage for a deadly ballet. Noah danced across the crystalline surface, his movents a blur as he dodged the eagles' attacks. Nesis, a fiery trono in his hand, spat out Fire Bullets with deadly precision. Each shot found its mark, the air filled with the pungent sll of singed feathers and burnt flesh.
One by one, the majestic eagles fell victim to Noah's telekinetic maneuvering and his deadly marksmanship. Their screeching cries echoed through the cavern, a haunting testant to the ferocity of the battle. The bridge, slick with the remnants of the fallen creatures, remained his only path forward.
Taking a deep breath, Noah surveyed the aftermath of the fight. His cloak was singed and his chest ached from the exertion, but he was unhard. He had overco the challenge, his quick thinking and diverse skillset proving once again to be his greatest assets.
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