However, Weed's concentration was terrifying.
'Experience point, skill proficiency, item!'
He was so blindly bent on these three that even if something totally unexpected occurred, he would not be shaken.
— Have you entered the dungeon yet?
— No, not yet.
— Don't enter. We fell into a trap. We are all only awaiting for our deaths to come.
— …
— You shouldn't come inside and die needlessly, so stay in town and rest.
Skiiid!
Weed halted on the spot.
Then, he surveyed the forest of dried up trees with dimmed and lowered eyes.
At some point, Van Hawk followed suit and stopped.
'What kind of trouble is that master with a dirty personality going to raise…'
Since he had accompanied Weed from the time since Weed had only barely come out of the beginner stage, Van Hawk knew Weed well. That while hunting, there was absolutely no hesitation or wavering.
The truth that that kind of Weed had stopped was couldn't be anything but horrifying for Van Hawk.
The Growlers that had lost their fighting spirit peered at Weed with fearful eyes.
If Van Hawk was based on an explosive attack power, Weed was on a totally different level. Movement that couldn't possibly be chased.
Nimble, phantasm-like movements that rendered them helpless.
Users had to personally go through the process of fighting in Royal Road. Because of that, despite having the same level and skill, the gap between fighting level was enormous.
A character that had learned even Advanced Sword Skill that was controlled by a young child, and a character controlled by a real swordsman was the difference between heaven and earth.
Since Weed used the skills in the right places at the right times, it wasn't possible for him to miss the place of even a single downy hair.
The concentration he showed in the fight, the skill he displayed while engrossed was giving of an awe-inspiring feeling.
Not only would normal users be shocked by those remarkable body movements, but monsters were also feeling it and were afraid.
His Leadership, Charisma stats made the effect even greater, for monsters lacking intellect, it easily made them fall into horror.
That Weed stopped during combat.
“You guys have really good luck. Something urgent happened, so it seems I've gotta go now.”
The Growlers expelled breaths of relief.
Could there be anything more joyful than this!
But Weed hadn't finished speaking.
“Van Hawk.”
“Your command, Master.”
“Don't let any of them get away and hunt down every one of them. Don't forget to pick up all the japtems as well.”
“Okay. Master.”
Weed was not one to neglect and leave monsters.
After handing the duty off to Van Hawk, he searched for the dungeon entrance once again.
Fortunately, he was able to find the entrance in a place not too far from the place where he had fought with the Growlers.
Weed went into the entrance without even a moment of hesitation.
Chapter 4: The Ability He Shows
— You have entered the undiscovered dungeon of Kramador.
Bonus: Extra experience for one week, 2x Item drop. (6 days and 11 hours remaining.)
Weed did not receive the Kramador Dungeon's first explorer message because he came after Hegel's party, who discovered it first.
However, time had passed by and the monsters inside the Kramador dungeon had already respawned.
Slimy creatures similar to White Lizards were crawling about.
“Nide must have gone through a lot of trouble to discover this dungeon.”
Even for Dark Gamers who made money in Royal Road by tracking and investigating clues, it wasn't easy to discover a new dungeon especially in the Central Continent.
He could imagine Nide suffering terribly in a dim, dark place.
Gildras' Book of Strange Stories!
If it wasn't for that book, it would have been difficult to find this dungeon.
The Forest of Dried Trees wasn't a good hunting ground, and Growlers rampaged aimlessly at night.
“You've gotta read a variety of books after all.”
There was literary fiction, historical books, biographies, and economic textbooks. These kinds of book were not the only valuable works of literature. In particular, Weed couldn't understand the common notion that famous foreign books were the only valuable ones.
Porn!
There were a lot of things you could learn from reading porn books, which ignited fires in the chests of all men. Is there any other book that makes one concentrate as well as porn does?
Of course there isn't!
While reading a book, as the words flowed into the head, those situations were drawn intact.
Moreover, it was an impressive story that had been filled with the infamous seven passions of mankind!
However, even porn books have their varieties. There are a lot of things to learn from the protagonist's agony, their inner conflict, and the development of their faithfulness to their desires. Gildras was a man who received his domestic education from erotic fiction!
Hasn't everyone experience bitterness after finding out there were only a few pages left to read when they were young? There probably wouldn't be any students who would be sad at not having many pages left to read on their textbooks. So from porn, you can learn the mindset of cherishing books.
“Books are truly precious.”
Weed felt pleased when he saw Gildras' Book of Stories. These types of books were classified as miscellania, and were traded even by the Dark Gamer Union. Unexpectedly, these books were sold for a greater price than encyclopedias, and he couldn't just ignore the book's value.
Underneath Weed's mantle, Wings of Light unfurled magnificently.
Although the wings were spread inside a narrow cave, the wings were not meant for flying in the sky, but for flying at a breakneck speed.
“Moonlight Sculpting Blade.”
Weed swung his sword as he flew inside the dungeon.
In an extremely brief moment as he flew past the monsters, he slashed at their weak points.
Because he was flying way too fast, by the time he saw the monsters, they were already in front of his nose. He swung his sword continuously to cut down the monsters.
Completely disregarding the fact that Knights wouldn't dare ride their horses inside a narrow cave, flying with outspread wings at a breakneck speed was reckless enough to call him crazy. At a speed where it was impossible to dodge, in a blink of an eye, he would receive serious damage if he were to collide into a wall.
Even with complete concentration, one had to be insane to fly in a fast pace inside a narrow place.
However, Weed was not someone who would reasonably consider something others knew as common sense.
There was no established method for hunting. Monsters had to be slayed by any means possible! Any method as long as it was quick and effective.
Even so, flying at a rapid speed with spreaded wings inside a narrow passage of a dungeon, while slashing away monsters, was a method Weed hadn't considered before.
Although he didn't have Wings of Light before, and though the monsters inside Kramador dungeon were relatively weak, it was not an idea someone would usually think of. Even if their reflexes and instinct were honed to a superhuman state, it wasn't something a person would dare to attempt unless they had complete confidence in their control over their body and sword!
Even though this was the first time Weed had thought of this method and put it to practice, he found it fun.