Kill and kill again.
Don't know how many I killed.
And while massacring Forneus dungeon's monsters, I realized.
[Rok Grimfang Shek: Lv.84, ★★★★☆]
[Quest]
[Current monster elimination in dungeon: 73.5%]
I got stronger. Though I seemed to have absorbed only about half the highest-grade magic stone's mana, my level reached 84. Like drinking a level potion, my strengthened body and mind were gradually becoming one while hunting monsters.
"You pig orc bastard!"
An ogre reaching 5 meters in height brought down a club toward me. With two heads, it was a bastard who received Forneus's favor for having a cock as big as the club it held.
'Come to think of it, living with Forneus for life would've been shitty.'
Thinking I would've become tunnel brothers with that ogre, being humiliated as a humanity-loser was much better. No matter how amazing Forneus was, what's the point if it was like throwing a hot dog down a hallway?
"What are you thinking with an enemy before you!!"
