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One thing that filled Asai with joy was that.
[Wings of Solemn Death - Crest] (Inactive)
Level Requirement: 50
Requirements: Kill score [469/1000]
The kills that his party acquired also counted towards his kill score.
By now, the group was capable of holding their own. Clam, Benny and Gary fought like a typical swordsman would, whilst Mel seemed to be copying him. She wasn't capable of utilizing his skills let alone mana. but, she was the one who had taught Asai the handling of the dagger and also the footwork. Thus, she tried her best to learn from him just as he once learned from her.
In the fights that Asai committed himself to spectate. Mel tried to take his role while the lads took the frontline. Because she didn't have access to mana, she would have to use every muscle in her body, every kilogram that her mass afford her to dig her blades into the Mollek's weak points. Specifically the heart, the brain or the neck. Anywhere else and the beast simply shrugged it off like it was nothing.
Out of curiosity, Asai gave it a few attempts himself. Without casting [Psychic Phantom] and only empowering his blade with [Divinity] he found the sensation to be very pleasant. Whatever armour, skin, muscle or bone that would usually interfere with his blade. The sensation was missing. After a few more comparisons, turning a few Mollek's into pin-cushions. He figured it out.
"So this, is a critical." He thought critical hits were random chance % like in the games, however it seemed not. It made sense if he really thought about it.
...
After one horrible performance, where the Mollek managed to utilize its large shoulder armour to ram through the lads. Forcing Asai's hand. The group decided to rest properly. A 6 hour sleep would do them well. Asai of course offered for night-watch.
As he ventured deeper in to scout, he heard the familiar thumping. Crouching down to feel the ground with his palm. He felt the pounding.
"This is just like Crystal Quarry." He remembered how the boss monster [Rigal Bomb] was basically announcing its presence like this. He glanced back to see the others sleeping soundly. "Lets, just scout his level real quick..." He sneaked off with [Hide]
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As the thumping and pounding became louder. Asai found himself in front of a large gate around 3 metres high. By chance, or perhaps by rule of the dungeon it was open with a gap slim enough for him to squeeze in.
He entered to find himself in a large hall. The ceiling was missing, the sky filled with clouds. The walls were covered by a colourful assortment of books. He tried, but he couldn't pull any of them out. The titles were written in a language alien to him. He went on deeper and there he saw it.
[Blood Tyrant: Lvl 51]
Asai recognised the boss as a scorpion, one that stood around 3 meters high. The entirety of its body, its skin, its claws, were shades of red. Rather than a scorpion's head it had the torso of a human and on that humanoid body was a head that reminded him of a crabs. It's long red tail stretched over itself and hovered above its head.
"I see, it has a humanoid body so I could assume its critical spots are its heart and head, but the scorpion tail protects it." Deciding it was time to return, he turned to find the gate closed. A bad feeling crept up his spine as he noticed the clouds above disperse, revealing the heavens above that were completely black.
"Oh sweet baby Jes-" He remembered the phrase, Curiosity killed the cat.
