David Martinez
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As it turned out, Gerald had been right. really could be overcome with raw stats. Punching the undead in his human form had resulted in a few broken bones, but charging into them at full speed in his wolf form caused the undead to obliterate into bone shrapnel on impact. "System, go away," Xen grumbled, flicking his head to throw a Skeleton Warrior he had impaled and half devoured into a wall. He had already learned all he needed to know about the undead from Gerald, so having the system give him the…-
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It didn't take long for Xen and Gerald to stumble upon a legion of skeletons mindlessly marching through the sprawling dungeon. The sound of their bare-bone feet scraping on stone as they moved was a dead giveaway before they had even turned the corner. "Never seen such a big group before," Gerald mused as he poked his head around and squinted in the darkness. "Gotta be at least ten of them." Skeletons were among the weakest mob types, at least at low levels—especially to magic. Xen had seen some…
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Xen shoved his finger into the eye of the wolf that had tried to sneak up on him and fried its brain with Holy Smite. The pleasant burning smell tickled his nose, and he couldn't help but lick his lips—even though he never ate things with his mouth. This body was nothing but a skin suit, a vessel for his slime body to exert its terror on the world. Xen looked at the damaged wall beside the wolf he was feasting on. There were still remnants of crackling purple mana interacting with the dungeon's mana as…
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Gerald's vision slowly sharpened as he blinked away the tears from the terrible stench. To his confusion, a pale-skinned man with black hair that matched his empty eyes loomed over him and offered a hand. "Xen? Is that you?" Gerald asked apprehensively. "Who else would it be?" Xen dropped his hand after seeing Gerald couldn't lift his arm to take it. "Fair point—ow," Gerald hissed through his teeth as Xen tugged at his utility belt to try and pull the pocket knife free. Besides a slight boost in stats…
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While Xen was lost in thought about all the possible skills he would gain, Gerald covered his mouth and suddenly coughed violently. Bringing away his trembling hand, it was covered in scarlet blood that glistened under the dungeon's ever-present light. "Ha... just my luck—internal bleeding." Gerald slowly looked up at Xen, "I know it's a lot to ask, but do you think you could take me to the surface? I don't think I have much time left. My vision is blurring, and I feel faint—" "No." Xen snarled.…
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Xen felt relief seeing the human open their eyes. While in the heat of battle, he'd forgotten that in his wolf form, his Holy Smite skill originated from his mouth. Thankfully, since his magic stat was pathetically low as a wolf and the skill was only F-grade, all it did was knock out the human and briefly blind the wolves that had surrounded him. Seizing the opportunity, he had dashed past the stunned wolves and ran deeper into the dungeon. He smashed any monsters he came across out of the way with his…
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Gerald Which was good news all around. The government paid more credits for the clear, and there were bound to be far more monsters than usual to hunt and loot, meaning less time wasted wandering the empty tunnels for prey. So when had it gone so wrong? Maybe it was partially his fault for lying about possessing a Mana Regeneration skill on his application, but he hadn't expected Brandon to taunt the wolves into activating . Even with the boss's Iron Aura skill, which protected him from dying to a…
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"Owch," Xen muttered once the debuff finally wore off and he could move his jaw. The iron stench of blood filled his nostrils, and the bristly fur of the wolves he was buried in prickled his bare skin. Honestly, Xen struggled to see the purpose of the human form. Human magic was inferior to the elves. His sense of smell and hearing was far worse than a wolf's, and trying to run around on two legs was stupid. Four legs was far better. It was getting tough to breathe being buried in so many dead bodies, and…
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Brandon blinked away the blinding light as his broad back met the backs of his fellow Hunters. He raised his tower shield, still glowing with the grey light of the Legion's aura. The worst-case scenario. "Gerald, how's your mana holding up?" Brandon asked his group's mage. He was a new member of the Iron Legion guild, hardly a week-old greenhorn, and this was his second-ever dungeon raid under the guild banner. "Not good, Captain," Gerald raised his staff, and Brandon could see his arm shaking from mana…
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Xen cautiously watched the two approaching wolves as he cast Devour on the wolf's cracked head he held in his mouth. Purple tendrils surged down his throat like a dozen tongues and dug into the fresh corpse, devouring everything with a hiss. An eye-watering stench filled the air that almost made Xen reel back in disgust. The two newcomers also seemed apprehensive of getting closer, whether that be from the smell or the grotesque sight of a strange blonde-haired wolf devouring their packmate in such a…
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