Bully Lord

Part-231

With a new fire in his belly, Lemon began to feel hopeful again. He had a plan, and this time, he wouldn’t be the one humiliated. Instead, he would be the puppeteer, pulling the strings from the shadows while watching James unravel.

As he plotted, however, he couldn’t shake the sense that he was stepping into dangerous territory. But in Lemon’s mind, there was no turning back. He was ready to wage war, and James would never see it coming. The thrill of the game returned, and this time, Lemon was determined to win.

The air inside the Lamp of Time dungeon was thick with a stench that James had grown accustomed to during his repeated runs. Dim, flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows on the stone walls as he ventured into the Level 1 area once again. The damp atmosphere was heavy, as if the dungeon itself was weighing on his shoulders. The sounds of distant scurrying echoed around him, indicating the presence of his target: the Ratling Scavenger.

This was James' third time inside the dungeon, but this time he wasn’t aiming for the more dangerous Level 2. Instead, he focused solely on mastering Level 1, and more specifically, farming the Ratling Scavenger boss. The process was grueling, requiring patience and determination. Each encounter was a brutal test of his endurance. The Ratling Scavenger was a cunning and relentless creature, its sharp claws and agility making every battle feel like a test of both skill and willpower.

After he defeating the Level 1, he exited the level 1 and entered it again. The dungeon was silent except for the faint echo of dripping water. James stepped into the dimly lit corridor, gripping his worn-out sword tightly. His body ached from previous battles, and the scars on his arms stung with every movement, but he pushed forward. He had to become stronger, and this was the only way to do it.

As he approached the chamber of the Ratling Scavenger, the foul stench grew stronger, and he could hear the beast scuttling around. The boss was a grotesque rat-human hybrid, towering over him with matted fur, gnashing teeth, and bloodshot eyes. The moment it saw James, it let out a screech and lunged at him with ferocity.

This time, James was ready. He sidestepped the initial attack and countered with a well-timed strike to the creature's side. The ratling howled in pain, but it wasn't enough to stop it. They exchanged blows, James using his agility to dodge its claws, while the beast used its weight and size to try and overpower him.

Every swing of his sword sent shockwaves of pain through his arms, and every strike from the ratling left bruises on his body. But James refused to back down. He danced around the creature, looking for openings and exploiting them with precision. After what felt like an eternity, he managed to land a decisive blow, cutting deep into the ratling's neck. With a final, gurgling screech, the beast collapsed.