In a damp area of the dungeon, a party of five adventurers, 4 of which were players, fought their way through a wave of mana-draining slugs.
Through the horde of slugs, a flash of gold could be seen flickering in and out of the sea of monsters.
This flash of gold was nothing but the afterimage of a young adventurer clad in expensive golden armor.
His iron longsword traced streaks of silver through the air as he cut down monsters one by one in the blink of an eye.
His display of power caused his party members to drop their jaws in awe as they witnessed his skill.
Among the group was a young elven maiden clutching her spear as she watched the young hero slay the disgusting slug monsters.
With every monster he slew, her impression of him grew. He was no longer the arrogant young man who solely relied on his father's money. He had tried many times to impress her with his wealth, but this was the first time she was actually impressed by him.
