[Infection(Epic): Any being that has been harmed by an infected being will also become infected.
-Debuff
-Permanent]
To be honest, it is a little annoying. Although they hold a unique rank, these monsters do not possess the same power as a traditional unique rank.
As long as I destroy their heads, they will die because they are weaker, their bodies can easily be penetrated.
What made them so annoying?
They have their numbers.
Additionally, I cannot be attacked by them even once, or else I will become one of them.
The wave just turned into some zombie apocalypse.
Right now, it is not about killing these monsters, but rather about surviving.
As luck would have it, I'm not alone since all of the monsters on the wave are also being attacked by these abominations. Having so much time gives me enough time to hide and run while the other monsters are distracted.
In a maniacal manner, the monster has ripped itself
In the past couple of years, Crystal palace has gained more and more fame. Following Duke Ifrit's decision to exploit the crystal formation in the dungeon, humans have successfully expelled the monsters on multiple floors of the dungeon with the aid of mercenaries and adventurers. Once the area has been deemed safe and sound for human settlement, a team of highly trained warriors was brought in to make the area accessible and built multiple camps.As the dungeon is a connecting dungeon, many waves have occurred up to this day, but none of them was as intense as this one.The floor is stained with the blood of humans, monsters of every kind, making the whole area look more like hell than a dungeon.Human camps were all destroyed except one. Access to crystals for humans will have to be delayed after the wave.Additionally, the humans will have to decide whether or not they wish this dungeon to remain in existence because of the infected.
In the world of monsters, it is well known that not all species are created equal. Almost as far back as when the first dungeons appeared on the surface of the world Arc Wan. It had been noted that some monsters possessed greater individual strength than others of the same kind. There was such a dramatic difference that it could not be explained by a simple difference in skill level.Over the centuries, as all the sentient species of the surface delved into the Dungeon in search of its mysteries, it was found that some monsters simply spawned stronger than others. Faster, stronger, more intelligent, and ultimately more lethal.Typically, these monsters when they were mature had a tendency to demonstrate leadership traits amongst their own kind. They were able to gather bands of followers, groups of monsters who gained power quickly due to the leadership they received.The emergence of such monsters in the past was the reason for adventurers calling them '
The dragon pursued me behind my back!You can't be serious, can you?It's bad, the dragon has a higher speed!It won't be long before I'm snared!Embrace stealth!My goal is to reach the 2nd-floor entrance as soon as possible!I ran with my entire energy and aura focused on my legs, it was my fastest run. If I had been back on earth, perhaps I would have outrun a supercar.Unfortunately, I couldn't outrun the weird-ass lizard chasing after me!As I realize that running will not help me, I blend into a shadow, holding my breath. I will be successful if it leaves without seeing me.Will I be able to hold my breath until then?Oh no, this is bad.It dawns on me suddenly.In the shadows, the dragon stared directly at me after he had looked around for a while.Right.There's a troublesome one in the dragon's skills that I forgot about.Detect.Given that it was a dragon, it pro
[Does the host like to hear what changes are brought about during current evolution] Surely there's no problem with that. [Stats will rise dramatically] [Ascension of all skills] [All summons are evolved to the host's race] [Host will gain control of conquered dungeons] [Hosts now have rights to own territory inside the dungeon.] Will all the skills be ascended? Not level up? Ascended? What does that mean? [The host's skills will evolve into higher ranks] Doesn't that refer to levelling up? [All skills will be upgraded to a more advanced form] That makes sense... The third evolution is probably more important than the rest, from what I can tell. Continuing my evolution, let's go! [You can use the Evolution menu] Yes! My attention is immediately drawn to the menu and I am faced with an array of new options for my next form. [Demon Lich {Unique}]
Gradually, my thoughts begin to return. As I don't get to sleep in my own body, rather slipping into the stasis-like state of torpor, it is a strange feeling. Normally, I don't do this as regularly.Those memories of what had transpired when I evolved still boil away in my mind. Does the creator of the system actually reside somewhere in the dungeon?My awareness bubbles up with sensations until the light in my eyes comes on, and I am awake.Urgh!I feel weird.It was my skin that caught my attention first.As the colour has changed, it looks more human-like. However, I was still in my monster form.Although no one would notice, if inspected closely, I can see little rows of scales lining up all over my skin.It seems that my claws have become smaller, but I could feel their strength has doubled, and their sharpness has also improved tremendously.Feeling my face, I can only perceive the horns on my head as a strange fea
To my surprise, my evolution lasted a full week and my summons had to repel a number of monsters to keep me safe.That wasn't the case for my previous evolutions, where the system said I was invincible.I am satisfied with how my summons turned out.It's not like your typical summons where they act emotionless, follow orders without thinking, and are lifeless.They have their own opinions on the situations we face as well as their own feelings and choice of actions.While I am not able to communicate with them at the present time, I am confident that as they evolve, I will be able to speak with them.The pain must be the only thing they cannot feel.Since I haven't yet evolved them, they are dealing with challenges on their own and are overcoming them to become better.As I was learning about the system, I was reminded of creating a core for each summon and then reinforcing them, so when the summon evolved they gained a particu
[Unnamed][Laughing Horror]Level 0Rank: DisasterRace: DemonElement: LightningAura: Demonic Aura(Purple)EXP: 0/100000HP- ??? CON-????ATK-900 STR- 300DEF-300 DEX-60Speed-60 AGI-60Mana -600 INT-120Skills- "Blink(Unique)" "Forbidden Great Axe Mastery(Unique)" " Soul Cleave(Unique)" "Life-Drain(Unique)""Monarch's blessing(Epic) ""Demise(Unique)"" Curse Eye of Horus (Disaster)""Menacing Roar(Unique)"" Hideous Laughter(Unique)" "Humanoid Form(Lost Magic) ""Language Comprehension (Rare)"[Lost Demon race, Laughing Horrors last stepped foot a hundred years ago in the world. Ferocious hunters who dwell mostly in the most gruesome places. They have long since lost the use of their eyes and in
Capital City Of Brightwing Empire Aerowyn Having been trained for months, the Heroes took part in their first report inside the royal castle for the first time. The place wasn't the throne room, but the personal room of Princess Ladia. There was no one there other than Princess Ladia, waiting for the Heroes to arrive from their respective duties. Despite its size, this is a room filled with documents and other items scattered about. As Ladia sat at her desk, giddy with excitement and anticipation, she was ready to welcome the heroes. For the past month, she has not heard from the heroes. Despite her desire to use them to further her empire, she let them go because she felt they should be respected. Years ago, the heroes had saved her empire and to deceive and trick those heroes did not suit her well. In her quest for power, she became so disillusioned that she forgot why she summoned the heroes.
"Hey! Why should we listen to a brat like you?" The interjection came from the back of the crowd, a young soldier, his face flushed with anger, his eyes blazing with defiance. The rest of the soldiers turned to stare, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.A genuine smile spread across my face. Finally, someone had the audacity to speak up. A flicker of satisfaction ignited within me. This was exactly what I had been hoping for, wasn't it? Didn't this feel like the natural order of things?I had anticipated this moment from the very beginning. There was no way these esteemed scions of nobility and battle-hardened knights would meekly submit to the commands of a mere child. The moment I was elected commander of one of the three mighty armies, I knew this tension would inevitably arise. After all, who among these talented warriors would willingly follow a teenager with little to boast of in terms of accomplishments? And let's not forget the shadow of my less-than-st
Ladia couldn't help but castigate herself for her lapse in judgment. How had she not seen it before? If the involvement of the magic towers would significantly aid the Empire, then the impact of the very person who had defeated the magicians of the tower participating would be monumental.The princess's heart thrummed with the realization, chiding herself for taking so long to come to this epiphany. Was Ethan's proposal the correct course of action or not? She no longer dwelled on the question.With a steely gaze, Ladia announced, "I have reached a verdict."The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the princess. The final decision lay in her hands, and she was ready to reveal it. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, and Ladia took a deep breath before continuing. "I have decided to accept Ethan's proposal."A murmur of surprise rippled through the room, but Ladia held up her hand for silence. "I believe that Ethan's plan, with a few modifications, is the best course of action for
My suggestion ignited a firestorm of debate among the upper echelons of the capital. The princess convened her officials in the grand throne room, where the air was thick with tension and uncertainty as they deliberated their next course of action. Ultimately, the march toward the City of Aran was postponed by a full day, a delay that weighed heavily on everyone present. The officials found themselves divided, caught between two stark choices: should they attempt to reclaim the nearby City of Aran from the Beast Kingdom, or should they focus their efforts on retaking the more strategically significant City of Northfall?"But, Your Majesty," one of the officials interjected, his voice rising above the murmurs of the assembly, "as we stand now, we cannot afford to risk an attack on the Northfall Fortress! I have heard reports that the beastmen have fortified their walls and laid even more traps to ensnare us! If we allow this farce to continue, we will be nothing more than lambs led to
A chill snaked down Ryle's spine. Ethan's suggestion hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, like a shroud woven from despair. To attack City of Aran, a fortress city now bristling with tens of thousands of Beast Kingdom soldiers, felt like a declaration of utter annihilation. Even Lance, their most valiant commander, had fallen captive within its walls.Ryle's brow creased into a deep furrow. He, too, was a commander of the Initiation Army, a man who had tasted the bitterness of defeat and the sting of loss. He couldn't fathom how Ethan, this newly appointed leader, could so blithely propose a course of action that reeked of self-destruction."I cannot, in good conscience, agree with your plan," Ryle stated, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. "As we stand now, attacking Northfall City is a fool's errand, a suicide mission. We are scattered, depleted, and outmatched. We must first rally our remaining forces, regroup along the borders, and then, and only then,
"Ryle Green, step forward!" the Royal advisor said, seeing Ryle was in a daze.Ryle coughed and stepped forward, his heart pounding with excitement as he knelt before the Princess."Ryle Green, you are hereby granted authority over fifty thousand soldiers," the Princess said, her voice like a melody that soothed the soul. "You shall be the commander of the Vanguard Army!"With a snap of her fingers, the Princess bestowed an insignia upon Ryle's shoulder, its glow of light like a beacon of hope in the face of the looming threat of the Beast Kingdom."I will crush those beastmen for you, Your Highness!" Ryle said, his voice filled with determination and resolve.The Princess smiled, her eyes filled with pride and hope. "We have faith in you, Ryle," she said. "Together, we will defeat the Beast Kingdom and restore peace to our lands."Princess Ladia nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I expect a lot from the younger generation, Ryle," she said, her voice laced with both encou
The Dwarven Kingdom, a land renowned for its glittering wealth, held its breath. The Brightwing Empire’s meager offer, a desperate plea for aid, was all they had to entice the notoriously hard-drinking mercenaries. Even if their weapons were outdated, their reputation for unmatched effectiveness in battle preceded them. Surely, that would be enough.“Your Majesty,” a guard murmured, his voice barely a tremor in the air. “They have arrived.”Princess Ladia, lost in a labyrinth of thought, startled slightly. She had wrestled with the decision for what felt like an eternity, but finally, a solution had emerged. All that remained was to face them, to meet their gaze and offer her hand in this desperate alliance.Viscount Lamiel, a man whose arrogance was only surpassed by his thirst for gold, strode into the royal garden, flanked by a legion of equally boisterous mercenaries. Princess Ladia recognized most of them – the nobles summoned by the crown, their faces etched with a mixture of g
The scene unfolded with brutal efficiency. Several soldiers, their faces grim and resolute, descended upon Drew and the other soldier, their movements swift and decisive. There was no struggle, no desperate pleas for mercy. They walked away with heads bowed, accepting their fate with a stoic silence that spoke volumes of their resignation.Ryle, his expression a mixture of weariness and amusement, ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. "What a waste of a perfectly good sleep," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation. "Young men like myself need our rest, yet everyone seems determined to disrupt my slumber over such trivial matters."His gaze shifted to me, and a playful smile curved his lips. "Allow me to introduce myself," he said, extending a hand towards me. "Ryle Green, third son of Count Green, and as you might be able to tell, the future commander of this very army." He spoke with an air of unwavering confidence, his words carrying the weight of
Two soldiers from a rival camp, their boots crunching on the gravel path, happened upon the conversation. One soldier, his face contorting with barely suppressed mirth, clamped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to stifle a chuckle. His companion, sensing the impending eruption, jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow, a silent plea for decorum. But the laughter, like a trapped spring, was too powerful to contain. Tears welled in the soldier's eyes, threatening to spill over as his shoulders shook with silent mirth. Finally, with a strangled cry, he burst into a full-blown guffaw. "Hahahaha! If it's the Young Master leading us! Hahaha! We'll be able to… Pft! Hahaha!"The sound of his uncontrolled laughter echoed through the camp, drawing curious glances from nearby soldiers. Gaston, his face a mask of confusion and irritation, turned to the source of the amusement. "Excuse me, but what's so funny?" he demanded, his voice laced with displeasure.The soldier, still gasping for br
The unyielding army of the Ice Demon City had been journeying for a considerable number of weeks, traversing a multitude of cities and towns along the way. During our sojourns, we would occasionally restock our supplies, find respite in taverns, and often in the great outdoors, before resuming our arduous trek.Given the unfortunate circumstances, we were informed that the Ice Demon City was the most distant of all cities from the capital. This reality meant that we were among the last to receive the urgent message, compelling us to join the ranks of the other nobles and their armies in the capital.It was in the fourth week of our relentless march that we finally arrived in the grand and magnificent Capital city. The journey had been long and arduous, but our determination never wavered, as we knew our presence was required in these critical times. I had already surmised that the majority of the other nobles and their forces would have already amassed in the capital, readying themse