Era of Players: Death God

Chapter 214: 4th Floor

The battle raged on, a deadly dance in the heart of darkness. The island trembled with each clash, the ground shaking beneath their feet. The outcome of this battle would determine the fate of the dungeon.

The battle reached a fever pitch. Noah, drenched in sweat and adrenaline, fought with a ferocity that belied his human form. The Fishman, its massive body scarred and bleeding was a testament to Noah's skill.

The creature, sensing its impending doom, unleashed a final, desperate attack. It summoned a tidal wave, a monstrous wall of water that threatened to engulf the island. Noah, his back against the cliff, braced himself for the impact.

In that moment, a surge of power coursed through him. The darkness around him intensified, coalescing into a tangible force. With a cry that echoed through the night, Noah unleashed the full extent of his power.

The "Hellfire" skill ignited, a crimson inferno that consumed everything in its path. The tidal wave, upon contact with the flames, evaporated instantly. The fishman, caught in the crossfire, was engulfed by the inferno. Its screams were a cacophony of pain and terror, a final, desperate plea for mercy.

When the flames subsided, the fishman was nothing more than a charred husk. The island was silent, the only sound the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. Noah stood amidst the ruins, his body trembling from exhaustion. He had done it. He had defeated the king of the fishmen.

A sense of accomplishment washed over him, tempered by the knowledge that this was only the beginning. The dungeon was not yet conquered. With a deep breath, he prepared himself for what lay ahead.

[You have level up]

[Ding! Mission completed]

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?Status Window

Name: Noah Adler

Rank: Expert

Level 55

Class: Angel of Death

Title: Goblin Slayer

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?Stats?

Mana: 150

Strength: 151

Intelligence: 124

Dexterity: 151

Luck: 115

Stat Points: 0

Coins: 17060G

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?Skills?

Common Skill: {Basic Swordsmanship},{Basic Close Combat} {Presence Detection} {Master of Weapons} {Mana's Armor Lvl 1} {Shadow Steps Level 1} {Blood Flowers} {Splitting Ripple Slash LVl 1} {Fangs of Insanity} {Flame Art} {Telekinesis Lv2} {Unprecedented Sense LV1} {Super Regeneration Lv2}

Exclusive Skills: {Seal of Death} {Night of Death} {Lord of the Night} {Hellfire}

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?Runes ?

{Basic Strength},{Basic Speed} {Angel of Death}

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Five more levels and he would reach the next rank. Thanks to the rewards for completing the 3rd floor less than 2 hours and the two free stat points, his stats grew exponentially, three of them passing the 150 threshold.

''4th here I come!" Noah said before moving toward the fourth floor.

The fourth floor was a stark contrast to the aquatic realm he had just conquered. A sprawling mountain range dominated the landscape, its peaks piercing the sky like the teeth of a colossal dragon. The rock formations were jagged and imposing, their surfaces etched with the scars of time.

Between the mountains lay vast stretches of forest, a verdant expanse that contrasted sharply with the barren peaks. Towering trees, their branches laden with thick foliage, created a dense canopy that filtered the sunlight into dappled patterns on the forest floor. The air was filled with the sounds of nature, the rustling of leaves, the distant call of unseen creatures.

It was a world of contrasts, a place of beauty and danger. Noah stood at the edge of the mountain range, his gaze drawn to the towering peaks. A sense of adventure and trepidation filled him as he took his first steps into this new world.

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the mountain range, Noah sought a suitable place to camp. The dwindling light and the promise of a long night ahead urged him to find shelter.

After a twenty-minute search, he discovered a small clearing near a gentle river. The area was relatively flat, offering a stable ground for his tent. The river provided a source of fresh water, essential for survival.

With practiced efficiency, Noah erected his tent, its colorful fabric a stark contrast to the muted tones of the surrounding environment. He gathered firewood from the nearby forest, the crackling sound of burning wood a comforting counterpoint to the eerie silence of the night.

As the darkness enveloped the forest, Noah prepared a simple meal. The warmth of the fire and the satisfaction of a full stomach provided a much-needed respite from the rigors of the dungeon. With a sense of contentment, he crawled into his tent, ready to face the challenges of the new day.

Lilith emerged from the portal onto the third floor, her arrival as silent as a shadow. The vast expanse of water, teeming with life, met her gaze. A group of fishmen, their forms rippling with menace, surfaced from the depths, their eyes locked onto the intruder.

Without hesitation, Lilith activated her abilities. Space and wind elements intertwined, creating a vortex of chaos. Her body vanished, reappearing amidst the heart of the fishmen. Her sword, a blur of silver light, carved through the water, cleaving fishmen in two with each strike.

The battle was a ballet of death, a symphony of violence and grace. Lilith, a silent specter in the heart of the chaos, moved with an otherworldly efficiency. The fishmen, their bodies torn apart by the relentless onslaught, fell like wheat before a scythe.

In a matter of moments, the threat was neutralized. The once teeming waters were now a silent graveyard, the bodies of the fishmen sinking into the depths. Lilith stood amidst the carnage, her expression as impassive as ever. She had faced the challenge and emerged victorious.

With a cold efficiency, she continued her journey, her eyes scanning the horizon for the next threat. The dungeon was a harsh mistress, and she was determined to conquer it.

After she must not lose to him this time, she had to regain the lead just like when they were youngers.

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the watery expanse, Lilith sought refuge on one of the conquered islands. The island, a small oasis in the vast ocean, offered a temporary respite from the relentless journey.

With practiced efficiency, she erected her tent, a familiar haven in the unfamiliar surroundings. The night was descending, and rest was essential. But before indulging in the luxury of sleep, she needed to cleanse herself of the grime and grime of battle.

From her spatial ring, she summoned a colossal bathtub, a luxury item in the harsh environment of the dungeon. It materialized with a shimmer, its porcelain surface reflecting the fading light. Filled with warm water infused with rejuvenating herbs, it promised a moment of respite.

Lilith disrobed, her movements fluid and graceful. The warm water enveloped her, washing away the grime and fatigue of the day. The soothing sensation was a balm to her weary body, a moment of tranquility in the midst of chaos.

Lilith emerged from the bathtub, her skin refreshed and her senses revitalized. Hunger gnawed at her, a stark reminder of the physical demands of the dungeon. She pulled out a small, portable kitchen device from her spatial ring. This magical contraption, capable of preparing meals with astonishing efficiency, was a luxury she had come to appreciate.

With a few simple commands, she initiated the cooking process. Rice, a staple in her diet, was prepared in minutes, its fragrant aroma filling the air. Several fish, caught earlier, were cleaned and prepared for grilling. The magical device, with its advanced cooking capabilities, ensured that the food was cooked to perfection.

As she waited for the meal to be ready, Lilith allowed her mind to wander. The journey through the dungeon had been arduous, filled with challenges and triumphs. But with each victory, her resolve grew stronger. She was a warrior, a survivor, a conqueror. And she would not stop until she had reached the end and surpass him.

The aroma of grilled fish and cooked rice filled the air, a tantalizing invitation. Lilith sat down by a small campfire, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on her face. The warmth of the fire and the delicious meal provided a much-needed respite from the harshness of the dungeon.

As she ate, her mind drifted to Noah. She wondered where he was, what challenges he was facing. A flicker of concern passed through her, but she quickly suppressed it. This was a dungeon, a place of trials and tribulations. Each adventurer was alone in their journey.

With her meal finished, Lilith cleaned up the remnants of her dinner. The night was still young, and she knew she needed to rest if she was to face the challenges of the next day. As she crawled into her tent, she felt a sense of peace. She was prepared, both physically and mentally. The dungeon could bring whatever it wanted. She would be ready.

As she drifted into a sleep, stars twinkled in the dungeon's night sky, a beautiful sight to behold but unfortunately no one was present to enjoy it.