<Ding! The host has slain a Level 10 Goblin Demon! 100 dungeon points awarded!>
<Ding! The host has slain a Level 10 Goblin Demon! 100 dungeon points awarded!>
<Ding! The host has slain a Level 10 Goblin Demon! 100 dungeon points awarded!>
<Ding! The host has slain a Level 10 Goblin Demon! 100 dungeon points awarded!>
<Ding! The host has slain a Level 10 Goblin Demon! 100 dungeon points awarded!>
<Ding! The host has slain a Level 10 Goblin Demon! 100 dungeon points awarded!>
Level 10: (0/1000 Dungeon Points)
A slew of notifications blinked before Aurelian as the last demonic black blade pierced through the skull of a four-meter goblin. Its massive body collapsed lifelessly.
Before the beast, and the rest of the fallen could dissipate into streams of energy, Aurelian’s gaze sharpened. With a thought, more blades materialized, fifteen in total, each cloaked in a dark hue so heavy it made the air sizzle.
"Vortex of Doom," he muttered.
Instantly, the blades whirled into a circular formation above the corpses. With a rippling force, they expanded outward to a fifteen-meter radius, emitting a terrifying suction that dragged everything within a hundred meters toward them.
He smirked as the sight unfolded. He had found a middle ground with this ability, one that let him take without losing.
If he devoured living beasts, he’d gain attributes that could surpass regular leveling. But then his level would stagnate, and if he remembered correctly, the being deep within his soul had warned him: he needed to reach SSS-rank before it could fully awaken.
That brief encounter still haunted him...the promises, the mysteries. He needed more answers.
On the other hand, not using the Vortex of Doom at all was wasteful. That thought had sparked an experiment: What about slain beasts instead of live ones?
The results were what he was witnessing now.
***
<Ding! The Vortex of Doom has absorbed half the energy from the slain foes. Where do you wish to channel it? <<Attribute Points>> <<Increase Proficiency of Talents and Skills>> <<Equipment?>>
Even if the absorption only gave him half the energy, it was still absolutely worth it. He got the best of both worlds while committing to neither. Truly, he was living off his class description.
"Attribute points," he chose without hesitation.
Moments later, thirty unallocated points appeared. Without delay, he allocated them exactly as planned:
[+10 Strength, +10 Constitution, +10 Intelligence]
Warm energy surged through his body, flooding his veins, filling him with an overwhelming bliss before fading. His eyes snapped open, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Supreme Records?"
The words barely left him before a sterile notification appeared.
***
Supreme Records
Name: Aurelian Draegor
Title: The @£#&’* of Lust
Class: The Classless One
Talents: [S-rank — Embers of Spectral Death]
Level 10: (0/1000 Dungeon Points)
Rank: F
Attributes:
Strength: 54
Agility: 25
Endurance: 30
Constitution: 40
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 67
Willpower: 9
Toughness: 6
Luck: Null
Unallocated Attribute Points: 0
Supreme Records:
First Record: Talent Replication (Weekly Slots: 2/3)
Second Record: Talent Merging (Weekly Slots: 2/3)
The Supreme Records will evolve as the @£#&’ of Lust grows in power. More records will awaken once your mortal vessel grows strong enough to house them.
***
"Nice," Aurelian breathed, eyes locked on the glowing screen.
He had distributed his attributes perfectly, crafting a terrifying balance. He had the strength of a warrior, the magical potency of a mage, and the speed of an archer.
His repertoire was expanding. It wouldn’t be long before he became a one-man army.
Sighing softly, he muttered, "It’s time."
From his pocket, he retrieved a blue crystal inscribed with faint, intricate runes that glimmered under the torchlight of the dungeon.
Nearly a day had passed in the dungeon, only a little more than three hours remained. This was the perfect moment. His strength had grown, his skills sharpened, and the strongest beasts would emerge last. Everything lined up.
Inhaling deeply, he tightened his grip around the crystal. Anticipation flickered in his eyes. It was time for the dungeon bosses.
With a firm squeeze, the crystal shattered, breaking into glowing motes that swirled around him before merging with his body. The blue light sank into his skin, leaving only a tingling sensation in its wake.
Satisfied, Aurelian’s eyes gleamed with a dark hunger. Then his body launched forward, rocketing toward the deepest part of the dungeon.
The ground cracked beneath his feet as his speed blurred him beyond mortal sight. Dust and shards of rock erupted in his wake.
This... this was power. The kind that let him look down on everything beneath him. And yet, he wanted more. Much more.
***
His thoughts snapped as a monstrous figure emerged ahead.
A goblin. No... a giant.
It towered nearly ten meters high, crimson eyes glowing like burning coals.
Its skin was different. No longer sleek, but covered in grim spikes that jutted out menacingly, radiating killing intent.
"What... the... fuck..." Aurelian muttered, watching it lift a humongous mace with one hand before charging.
Its massive figure blurred with speed that no monster its size should possess.
Casting Appraisal only deepened his shock.
[Goblin Chieftain]
(Level: ???)
The distance vanished in seconds. When the beast crossed the ten-meter mark, Aurelian stopped thinking.
A wild grin splitting his face, as a single thought cycled at the back of his head.
"Fuck it."
And he sprang forward.
The air behind him rippled before black spectral blades materialized, their edges glistening with a corrosive hue.
When the beast closed within five meters, swinging its massive mace down at him, he whispered:
"Go forth."
At his command, the blades streaked through the air and met the humongous mace head-on. The collision erupted in a rippling blast, shockwaves tearing outward, an epic clash of power frozen in the moment.