"Misery Pri!"
Zarek let out a gasp. Just one look and he had recognized who it was.
Before he could continue thinking, his perception once again shifted as he was back in the cave.
The golden particles of light had gathered together to form the figure of Misery Pri once again. Compared to before, Misery Pri had changed vastly. Gone was the crude and simple white leather armor—in its place was full body armor forged from pure gold, clinging to the body tightly like a bodysuit, exposing the perfectly defined muscles hidden beneath.
Misery Pri’s head, which was earlier one of the goblin’s weak points, was covered under the protective layer of the helt, only exposing the fellow’s two eyes and mouth. To Zarek, Misery Pri looked like a gladiator from the past, missing only a shield.
After giving one look, Zarek focused once again on his surroundings. He hadn’t forgotten the earlier experience—it was like a warning that told him there was sothing big in motion that he wasn’t aware of.
He felt like a chess piece controlled by soone else.
Zarek didn’t like this feeling one bit.
Just as he was thinking, suddenly a slightly immature voice echoed from ahead:
"Master, what are you worried about!"
Surprised, Zarek hurriedly looked around only to find two cold eyes staring back at him with slight curiosity.
Did that goblin speak just now!
Zarek almost cried out in surprise. Thankfully the dungeon had taken away his ability to speak, otherwise he would have embarrassed himself in front of his summon by crying out like a young girl.
Misery seed to have understood Zarek’s confusion and spoke with happiness:
"Master, it is because of your hard work that I was able to successfully evolve and gained the ability to speak!"
Zarek’s mouth opened and closed several tis but no sound ca out of his mouth. In the end he sighed, and summoned Misery’s stats to better understand the situation:
[First Sequence Summon – Misery]
[Grade: Epic]
[Infinite Origin: 202]
[Strength: 30]
[Agility: 10.3]
[Perception: 10.9]
[Physique: 10.4]
[Mana: 10.1]
Skills: [Prey Sense Level 2] [Morphing Fireball Level 1]
Misery’s stats had gone up by a large amount—it was an overall transformation.
However, looking at these stats, there was only one question in his head:
How is this possible?
Misery’s grade should have only been rare, but he seed to have directly skipped it and evolved to the epic grade, aning his spiritual space was strong enough to support at least six skills. Misery had already learned two.
No matter how much he thought, there was no other way to explain it.
Suddenly, for no particular reason, Zarek’s thoughts wandered back to the black disk at the center of his spiritual space. He had a gut feeling that Misery’s evolution had sothing to do with it.
He just had no evidence to prove it yet.
On the other hand, Misery Pri stood respectfully holding the Bloodseeker sword in his hand. Although he looked completely normal on the surface, inwardly however, Misery Pri was filled with pride. He had managed to achieve the impossible—Misery Pri had a feeling he had not only achieved the tribe chief’s height but had even managed to surpass him. If the old tribe still existed, all the tribe’s females would have lined up outside his house just so they could carry his seeds.
Thinking up to this point, Misery Pri felt incredibly proud, and his chin even rose up subtly.
Thinking of all these things, the respect he felt for Zarek increased even more. He knew if it wasn’t for the master granting him this miraculous power, he would have wandered throughout the dungeon like a mindless monster for who knew how long, or even worse, might have died in so unforgettable dungeon like his countless ancestors.
It was then Misery Pri’s ears twitched. After the evolution, he was no longer the goblin that had the perception of a rock, but soone who could sense the faintest of ripples hundreds of ters away.
Just a mont ago, he had noticed two auras moving close to their position at fast speed.
White Death moved like a gust of cold wind tearing through the land, a slightly moved expression in her eyes.
I had finally found you.
Earlier, White Death’s mood had hit rock bottom. After not finding Zarek even till the fifteenth floor, she really thought he had died in so random ditch, and had completely given up looking for him. Still, she needed to clear the dungeon to go out.
However, when she reached the nineteenth floor, her expression finally changed. She sensed the presence of a human hidden away in one corner of the room.
As soon as her mind processed it, she imdiately headed toward Zarek’s location.
With her, Alexander was almost dragged around with no ability to resist.
After all, White Death was his only hope to get out of this place.
Regarding Zarek, he also had mixed reactions. When they had not been located earlier, Alexander felt a pang of guilt—maybe if he had accompanied the guy, he might have survived. No matter how useless he was, in the ti of need he might have proved a little useful.
Just as he was blaming himself, he saw an excited expression appear on White Death’s face.
Although Zarek was lost in his world of his own, the subtle change in Misery Pri’s expression didn’t escape his notice at all.
Imdiately a thought occurred to him:
Soone’s here!
Without another word, he imdiately marched out.
After fighting constantly for multiple floors, Zarek had grown slightly confident. He wasn’t afraid of fighting at all.
Not just him—his first summon seed to have shared the sa sentint. A thrilled look appeared in the goblin’s eyes—it couldn’t wait to check his newfound strength against stronger enemies.
anwhile, White Death and Alexander stopped when they were right in front of the cave. White Death didn’t imdiately barge in, but signaled Alexander with her eyes.
Alexander also wasn’t completely stupid. After spending so ti with her, he had developed a little understanding of her, so he knew what she wanted him to do.
Alexander hesitated for a mont before slowly moving toward the mouth of the cave. However, before he could open his mouth, the sound of footsteps ca, followed by the appearance of two figures—none other than Zarek and Misery Pri.
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