"Roar!"
The remaining four or five Werewolves let out a low growl and lunged madly at Roy, their fangs and claws serving as weapons to tear the intruder apart.
Seeing this, Roy's face showed no fear.
His adrenaline surged. Roy licked the blood from the wound on his arm, the strong metallic taste filling his mouth and rushing to his head. The stimulating pain made his mind exceptionally clear.
His excitement continued to rise.
Only in this life-and-death struggle did Roy feel that everything around him was so real.
He had gained extraordinary power!
Before him were the monsters of the Underground City!
He was fighting, gambling with his life!
A crazy smile appeared on Roy's lips, and his eyes were covered in bloodshot veins. If anyone else saw Roy at this moment, they would most likely think he was one of those mad terrorists from the Dark Faction.
A certain mad quality was hidden deep within him; his desire for power had almost become an obsession.
Surprisingly, Roy quickly adapted to the Underground City's combat and became familiar with the power of the Blessing.
The Werewolves' attacks, the positions of their claws, wooden sticks, and fangs, all appeared in his mind.
Bang!
Roy no longer retreated but took the initiative, lunging forward. The longsword he held with both hands pierced into the chest of the Werewolf in front of him, and its body exploded.
The sudden change caught even these Werewolves off guard. Their instincts sensed that something had happened to this weak human.
But they were not Xenos after all.
After a brief moment of stunned, the Werewolves pounced on Roy, who was now surrounded by them.
Roy spun in a large circle, and the cold, sharp sword easily sliced off the heads of three surrounding Werewolves. Their bodies immediately exploded, and magic stone fragments fell.
Only the last Werewolf remained, taking the opportunity to rush behind Roy. It was too late to swing his sword.
Wind Chaser Boots!
Roy's mind stirred, activating the special effect of the Wind Chaser Boots, increasing his agility by 30%.
A gust of wind wrapped around his calves. Roy moved his ankles, facing the Werewolf directly, and instantly exerted force, rushing out. His agility, close to A-rank, was displayed to its fullest.
Boom!
Roy withstood the wooden stick slammed down by the Werewolf, and with an Iron Mountain Lean, he crashed into its body, pinning it against the wall with a dull thud.
The last Werewolf's body twitched and exploded.
Fifth Floor, Werewolf monster group annihilated!
Roy exhaled a mouthful of stale air, pulled out a low-level life potion, flicked open the stopper with his thumb, and gulped it down, making a "gurgling" sound.
This potion would not restore stamina, only injuries. A emerald green light emanated from Roy's body, and a tingling sensation came from the wound on his forearm.
The effect was very significant. After seven or eight seconds, the wound on Roy's forearm began to scab over.
[Strength: 5 → 18 (I)]
[Endurance: 8 → 36 (I)]
[Dexterity: 0 → 9 (I)]
Roy saw the panel that popped up. Except for his agility, which was far beyond the standard for this floor and did not increase, all other attributes had improved to varying degrees.
[Magic: 0 (I)]
Needless to say, the Magic attribute remained unchanged. Roy estimated that it would only increase after he obtained magic and continuously used it.
Or, he could cheat by putting in the attribute points gained from instances, directly skipping the training process.
Roy stretched, entering the Underground City, and slaying monsters to his heart's content. Half of his goal for this trip had been accomplished. As for the other objective...
Before the War Game with the Rudora Familia, he needed to confirm whether his cheat could transfer to other worlds within the Underground City.
[Giant Instance: Wall Maria is about to be breached. For every Giant killed, depending on its physical ability, 30 to 100 attribute points will be awarded. If the kill count reaches thirty, a special reward will be triggered!]
[Proceed immediately?]
Roy reached out to move towards the "Yes" option.
Just as he was about to touch it, Roy shivered. An extreme sense of danger surged in his heart, as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.
Eyes were watching him everywhere.
A fine layer of cold sweat broke out on Roy's forehead. His finger stopped. His keen intuition told him that if he pressed it, something big would definitely happen!
Don't look at how crazy he was when he was slaying Werewolves just now, because he knew Werewolves were opponents he could defeat.
Facing an absolutely insurmountable enemy and still rushing headlong into it was suicide! Even if the red-eyed rabbit was given a "hero's wish," he wouldn't dare to go arm-wrestle with Ottar at LV.2.
Suddenly, a terrifying madness, which even high-level Adventurers would find frightening, appeared deep within Roy's bloodshot eyes. He reached out his finger again and pressed the "Yes" option.
"Roar!"
An earth-shattering roar echoed from the depths of the Underground City, filled with intense anger, propagating layer by layer upwards. The monsters that heard this sound instantly turned blood red and became incredibly frenzied.
The Adventurers remaining in the Underground City at this time were miserable. The monsters before them went berserk, their attributes suddenly increasing by a notch, making them suffer immensely.
The Loki Familia, currently on an expedition, was no different.
The ground shook, and the entire Underground City vibrated violently, even noticeable on the surface.
This angry roar was like a bucket of cold water poured over Roy's head. He immediately calmed down, silently withdrew his finger, and a strange glint flashed in his eyes.
Was the Underground City warning him?!
Roy's interest in the Underground City grew increasingly intense. Information about the Underground City surfaced in his mind.
The Underground City was a large hole that appeared three thousand years ago, the "womb" of monsters. People's understanding of the Underground City was limited to this. As for why this vast and boundless underground world existed, they knew nothing.
The only certainty was that this underground labyrinth, like humans and monsters, was "alive."
Even if the walls were destroyed, after a period of time, the Underground City would repair the damaged parts itself, restoring its original structure.
Why is there light underground? Why are monsters born? Why does the labyrinth's structure return to its original state?
From ancient times until now, none of the various mysteries surrounding the Underground City have been answered.
The gods who descended to the lower world, who should be omniscient, whether they were feigning ignorance or truly knew nothing, refused to reveal any truth to people.
"The Underground City is the Underground City," the gods would always say with a smile, then brush it off.
Roy's eyes gleamed with fanaticism as he looked towards the dark and deep passage to the Sixth Floor. He was determined to conquer the Underground City and uncover the secrets hidden within.
Bang!
As if sensing Roy's resolve, the Underground City responded. Over a dozen Werewolves burst through the wall, their eyes gleaming with crimson light, surrounding him.
"Come on!"
Roy's heart swelled with heroic spirit. Conquering the Underground City, the first step was to turn these Werewolves into his experience.
A mutual charge, and a fierce battle ensued.