As Noah cleared the final Fire Lizard from his path, his level increased.
[Level UP!]
After thinking for a moment, he put the two stat points into Strength and Dexterity respectively.
■Status Window
Name: Noah Adler
Rank: Expert
Level 49
Class: Angel of Death
Title: Goblin Slayer
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☆Stats☆
Mana: 122
Strength: 130
Intelligence: 110
Dexterity: 130
Luck: 101
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} {Flame Art} {Telekinesis Lv1} {Unprecedented Sense LV1} {Super Regeneration Lv1}
The Lizardman General roared in fury, the sound echoing through the cavern. Smoke and molten rock erupted from the shattered armor plating, exposing a sliver of raw flesh beneath. This was just the beginning. Noah had drawn first blood, but the true test of skill and strategy was far from over.
The battle for the fifth floor had entered a new phase, a deadly dance between a cunning Player and a fire-wrought guardian, both locked in a desperate struggle for survival amidst the infernal landscape.
[Ding! New mission, rely only on your gun to win this fight.
Reward: One voucher to increase one of your skill's level!]
Finally the system gave him another mission and this one could be more timely and the reward was too enticing to refuse. He was economizing to buy this Skill voucher who cost, 18.000 Gold anyway. He wanted to have at least 30k Gold before buying it and now he got the chance to get without spending a penny, so there was no way he wouldn't accept this mission.
''I accept!"
The air crackled with a newfound intensity as Noah transitioned to a whirlwind of Black Hand offense. Gone were the test shots and the taunts; this was a relentless assault, a storm of magic bullets aimed at overwhelming the Lizardman General. He danced across the edge of the rock platform, his movements unpredictable, a blur against the fiery backdrop.
Each shot boomed through the cavern, the Black Gun spitting fire in a deadly rhythm.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!
The mighty guardian, enraged by the stinging pain of the magic bullets, roared in frustration. Its fiery eyes darted after Noah's elusive form, its massive frame struggling to keep up with the sheer volume of attacks. In a desperate attempt to create a barrier, the Lizardman General slammed its warhammer onto the solid rock with earth-shattering force.
The impact sent a shockwave through the platform, causing chunks of molten rock and obsidian debris to erupt into the air in a deadly hail. For a moment, the cavern was filled with a swirling maelstrom of molten shrapnel. A cruel smile played on the Lizardman General's lips – a smile that vanished as quickly as it appeared.
''Ops! Sorry!"
Noah, ever vigilant thanks to his Unprecedented Presence, anticipated the counter-attack.
''I have been waiting for ya!"
The moment the debris erupted, his mind reached out, grasping at the fragments with the invisible tendrils of his telekinesis. With a mental push, he reversed their trajectory, sending the molten rock and obsidian shards hurtling back towards the monstrous guardian.
The creature, caught off guard by the sudden change in direction, scrambled to raise its warhammer in a futile attempt to defend itself. The debris rained down upon it, clanging against its obsidian armor, sending searing shrapnel skittering across the exposed flesh of its shoulder. The mighty guardian roared in pain and surprise, momentarily thrown off balance.
Seizing this golden opportunity, Noah appeared in a flash, a phantom born from the smoke and debris, right behind the Lizardman General's blind spot. With a flick of his wrist, he emptied the remaining magical energy reserves in the Black Gun. A dozen magic bullets, a concentrated barrage of raw power, erupted from the barrel in rapid succession.
They slammed into the Lizardman General's back, the point where its armor met its reptilian hide, a vulnerable chink in its otherwise formidable defense.
The air shimmered with the impact. There was a deafening roar, a sickening crunch of bone and flesh, and the deafening clang of obsidian armor buckling under the force of the barrage. The Lizardman General, its monstrous frame convulsing in agony, stumbled forward, its warhammer clattering to the ground with a heavy thud.
Silence descended upon the cavern once more, broken only by the hiss and crackle of the ever-churning lava lake below. Noah stood there, panting, the Black Gun smoking in his hand. He had gambled, emptied his reserves in a single, decisive attack. Now, he waited with bated breath, the outcome of the battle hanging in the balance.
Had he finally bested the guardian of the fifth floor, or would the monstrous creature rise once more to challenge him?