[Ding! You have level up]
The system's notification rang out; he was now level 52, eight more levels to reach the next rank. He was halfway through the next level, level 53.
Before leaving this dungeon, he must reach the next rank; this was the goal he set for himself.
Noah pressed on after closing his status window and putting points on some of his stats. He put the four stats points on his stats. Two points on mana and the remaining two were distributed equally between Strength and Dexterity. The three stats were at the same point: 139 each.
■Status Window
Name: Noah Adler
Rank: Expert
Level 52
Class: Angel of Death
Title: Goblin Slayer
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☆Stats☆
Mana: 139
Strength: 139
Intelligence: 118
Dexterity: 139
Luck: 109
Stat Points: 0
Coins: 7060G
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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 Lv2} {Unprecedented Sense LV1} {Super Regeneration Lv2}
A deafening crack echoed through the icy expanse as the colossal creature split in two. The ice golem, its life force extinguished, collapsed to the ground with a thunderous crash.
Doom!
Noah stood amidst the ruins of his victory, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
''Huff! Huff! It's why I hate facing golem.''
Noah stood amidst the remnants of the ice golem, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The victory was bittersweet. The creature had been a formidable opponent, and the battle had pushed him to his limits. Yet, a sense of accomplishment washed over him. He had conquered another challenge, and his resolve to explore the depths of this frozen dungeon only grew stronger.
[You have earned 30% Exp]
20% more to reach the next level (53).
The air was thick with the scent of ozone and melting ice. The temperature had dropped significantly since the golem's demise, and a biting wind whipped across the icy expanse. Noah pulled his cloak tighter around him, the fabric offering little respite from the cold.
As he ventured deeper into the dungeon, the landscape began to change. The snow-covered ground gave way to a treacherous expanse of ice, slick and treacherous. The walls of the cavern seemed to close in around him, the darkness pressing against his senses.
A faint glow emanated from the distance, a beacon of hope in the icy darkness. With renewed determination, Noah pressed on, his footsteps echoing in the silence. As he drew closer, the glow intensified, revealing a vast chamber, its walls adorned with intricate ice formations. In the center of the chamber stood a colossal ice throne, and upon it sat a figure cloaked in shadow.
A chill ran down Noah's spine. He knew that this was the heart of the second floor, the final challenge. And as he stepped into the chamber, he realized that the true test was about to begin.
The chamber was a chilling expanse of ice and shadow. In the center, an enormous ice throne stood as a testament to the dungeon's power. Perched upon it was a colossal ice orc, its body larger and more muscular than any Noah had encountered before. A crystal crown adorned its head, a symbol of its status as the ruler of this frozen domain.
The creature's eyes, glowing with an unnatural blue light, fixed on Noah with a predatory intensity. A low growl rumbled in its chest, a chilling prelude to the impending battle. The air crackled with anticipation, the silence broken only by the creature's heavy breathing.
With a thunderous step, the ice orc launched itself at Noah. The ground trembled under its weight, the impact sending shockwaves through the chamber. Noah, his body taut with anticipation, met the charge with a counterattack. Nemesis, his sword ablaze with Hellfire, collided with the creature's icy fist.
Boom!
The clash was a symphony of violence, a battle between man and monster. The ice orc, despite its size, was surprisingly agile. Its attacks were swift and powerful, its icy breath capable of freezing even the hardiest of foes. Noah, on the other hand, relied on his speed and agility, his sword a blur of crimson light.
The battle raged on, a deadly dance in the heart of the ice cavern. Noah, his body aching with exertion, fought with a grim determination. The ice orc, its health slowly dwindling, fought with a desperate ferocity.
Noah activated the "Night of Death" skill, plunging the cavern into an artificial darkness. The icy expanse was transformed into a void, the visibility reduced to almost nothing. The ice orc, momentarily disoriented by the sudden change, stumbled and faltered.
Noah, a specter in the night, unleashed his full potential. He activated the "Seal of Death," a dark, ethereal mark appearing above the ice orc. The creature, now cursed, found its vitality slowly draining.
With a surge of power, he activated the "Lord of the Night" skill. His senses heightened, his body infused with an unnatural strength and speed. He became a predator in the darkness, a force of nature unleashed.
The battle reached a fever pitch. Noah, a blur of motion, moved with a deadly precision. His sword, Nemesis, was a beacon of crimson light in the darkness, cutting through the ice orc's defenses with ease. The creature, weakened by the curse and the relentless onslaught, fought with a desperate ferocity.
The cavern echoed with the sounds of their struggle, a symphony of violence and despair. The ice orc, its once imposing form now marred by countless wounds, was on the brink of defeat. Noah, with a final, decisive strike, brought the battle to an end. The ice orc collapsed, its lifeless body adding to the growing pile of fallen enemies Noah as an Angel of Death had sent to the underworld.