Era of Players: Death God

Chapter 205: Dungeon's Competition 3

[Ding! Clear this stage in 3 hours.

Reward: Darkness element full unlocking.]

''Wow! I'm curious about the full unlocking thing. I know from my skills and class that I'm somehow related to the darkness element but until now I have no real control over it, does this mean I can completely control it?

Use it like the Fire Element?" Although curious he didn't have the time to waste.

Noah delved deeper into the heart of the island, his senses heightened. The Presence Detection skill pulsed with activity, a constant hum of lifeforms dancing in his mind's eye. A cluster of red dots materialized ahead, their intensity signaling a potent threat.

Horned wolves, they were. Large, gray beasts with a menacing horn protruding from their foreheads. Their forms shimmered with an unnatural energy, a testament to their enhanced abilities. As they locked eyes with Noah, a chilling howl echoed through the jungle, a challenge accepted.

Two of the creatures lunged, their movements a blur of speed and ferocity. But Noah was ready. Telekinesis, now at level two, had undergone a significant upgrade. With a surge of mental energy, he lifted himself off the ground, hovering a few feet above the ground. The world tilted as he adjusted to the aerial perspective.

A mental command, and the daggers he had concealed materialized in his hands. With deadly precision, he hurled them at the charging wolves. The first dagger found its mark, embedding itself in the lead wolf's eye. The second, aimed for the other wolf's throat, met its target with lethal accuracy.

The wolves howled in pain, their momentum faltering. But they were far from defeated.

They howled calling some Horned Wolves, Noah stopped levitating now that he was surrounded by seven Horned wolves, instead five daggers gleamed ominously and surrounded him under his will. Time to test the second level of the Telekinesis.

The air crackled with tension as the seven Horned Wolves converged on Noah. Their eyes burned with predatory intent, their bodies low to the ground as they prepared to pounce. Noah stood amidst them, his figure bathed in the eerie glow of the five daggers orbiting around him.

A chilling silence descended upon the jungle. The only sound was the rapid thumping of the wolves' hearts and the whisper of the wind. Then, with a synchronized howl that echoed through the undergrowth, the assault began.

The daggers, extensions of Noah's will, danced in a mesmerizing ballet of death. They weaved intricate patterns, a deadly waltz that transformed the air into a labyrinth of razor-sharp blades. The wolves, caught in this aerial trap, found themselves unable to close the distance. Each lunge was met with a counterattack, a flurry of steel that tore at their flesh.

The battle was a symphony of violence, a ballet of predator and prey. The wolves, driven by instinct, fought with relentless ferocity. But Noah, with his superior intellect and control, was a force to be reckoned with. His Telekinesis, whose level increased to 2, was a weapon of unparalleled power.

Noah's mind was a whirlwind of calculations and strategies. The five daggers, extensions of his will, obeyed his every command. One moment, they were a shield, forming a protective barrier around him. The next, they transformed into deadly spears, thrusting and piercing with lethal precision.

The wolves, enraged by their inability to breach Noah's defenses, redoubled their efforts. They leaped and snarled, their eyes filled with a desperate frenzy. But Noah was unyielding. His movements were fluid, his responses instantaneous.

One of the wolves managed to break through the dagger shield, its jaws snapping at Noah's exposed arm. But before it could inflict any serious damage, a dagger materialized, its sharp edge slicing through the creature's throat. The wolf collapsed, its life force ebbing away.

The remaining wolves, sensing their dwindling numbers, fought with even greater desperation. But Noah was relentless. His Telekinesis skill pushed to its limits (Level 2), was a force to be reckoned with. The daggers, under his masterful control, were a symphony of death, their movements a blur of steel and shadow.

The battle raged on, a tempest of claws and steel. The horned wolves, driven by a primal instinct to survive, fought with a ferocity that belied their animalistic nature. But Noah, with his mind as sharp as the daggers he wielded, was a force to be reckoned with.

His Telekinesis pushed to its absolute limit, was a symphony of destruction. The daggers, under his command, danced and weaved, a deadly ballet of precision and power. They blocked, they attacked, they defended, all with a speed and accuracy that defied human comprehension.

One by one, the wolves fell. Their howls, once a chorus of defiance, dwindled to isolated cries of pain and fear. With each fallen foe, Noah felt a surge of adrenaline, a primal satisfaction that fueled his determination.

Finally, only one wolf remained. It was larger than the others, its eyes burning with a desperate rage. It charged, its body a blur of motion. Noah braced himself, his mind racing. This was the final test for his Telekinesis.

The final wolf was a behemoth, its size dwarfing its fallen comrades. Its eyes burned with a feral intensity, and its every muscle tensed for the final assault. Noah, his breath coming in ragged gasps, met its gaze with a steely determination. Enjoy new adventures from m-v l'e|-NovelBin.net

The wolf lunged, its jaws snapping at Noah's throat. But Noah was ready. With a flick of his wrist, the daggers transformed into a shield, deflecting the attack. The wolf, undeterred, circled, its eyes never leaving its prey.

Noah knew that this was it. One wrong move, and it could be over. He focused, channeling every ounce of his concentration into his Telekinesis. The daggers, feeling his resolve, hummed with anticipation.

With a burst of speed, the wolf attacked again. This time, Noah didn't defend. Instead, he launched a counterattack. The daggers, transformed into deadly spears, pierced the air with blinding speed. The wolf caught off guard, was impaled. It let out a final, agonized howl before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

Noah stood victorious, his body trembling from exertion. He had defeated the horned wolves, a testament to how powerful the second level of Telekinesis was. But he knew that this was just the beginning. The dungeon had only just begun to reveal its secrets and it had a mission to complete before moving to the next floor.

Noah's breath came in ragged gasps as he caught his breath. The adrenaline rush from the intense battle was slowly subsiding, replaced by a cold, calculating focus. He knelt beside the fallen wolf, his hand reaching for the creature's chest.

A pulsating stone, imbued with the creature's essence, materialized in his hand. The smartwatch on his wrist chimed, displaying a notification. Fourteen points had been added to his score.

"So, one Horned Wolf equals two points," Noah muttered, a calculating glint in his eyes. "Time to hunt."

With renewed vigor, he plunged back into the dense jungle. The Presence Detection skill hummed with activity, guiding his steps towards the next cluster of red dots. The race against time had begun. He had to clear this floor in two hours at most.

Noah's Presence Detection skill painted a vivid picture of the area. A cluster of ten red dots materialized in the distance, a promising hunting ground. As he drew closer, he could hear the low growl of the horned wolves, their presence a palpable threat.

Instead of charging in recklessly, Noah opted for a more tactical approach. He unleashed his Telekinesis, manipulating the environment to his advantage. Trees uprooted themselves, their branches lashing out at the unsuspecting wolves. Vines twisted and turned, binding their limbs and hindering their movements. Chaos reigned as the wolves struggled to regain their footing.

From the shadows, Noah emerged, his figure cloaked in darkness. The daggers, his trusted companions, materialized in his hands. With surgical precision, he picked his targets. One by one, the horned wolves fell, their life force ebbing away as the daggers found their mark.

The battle was swift and efficient. Noah moved like a phantom, his attacks as silent as the night. The once-threatening pack was reduced to lifeless corpses, their magic stones a testament to his victory.

Noah's score climbed to thirty-four points, a testament to his efficiency and skill. The magic stones, pulsating orbs of energy, were a tangible reward for his efforts. But there was no time for celebration. The clock was ticking, and he had a goal to achieve.

Five more horned wolves were his target. His Presence Detection skill painted a clear picture of the island, revealing a cluster of five red dots in the distance. With a renewed sense of purpose, Noah set off, his footsteps silent on the jungle floor.

The ensuing encounter was a blur of motion. The horned wolves, sensing their impending doom, fought with desperate ferocity. But Noah, with his honed skills and unwavering determination, was an unstoppable force. The battle was swift and brutal, the outcome never in doubt.

Five more magic stones, five more points added to his tally. Noah stood amidst the carnage, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

''Time to hunt their pack leader and move to the next floor.''