Demon King

Monster Heart (1)

Didn’t the description say that the Bugbear was an assassin?

It was a race clearly stronger than a troll or a werewolf.

Obviously, I would have satisfied the condition of evolving into a Bugbear with the growth of my skills such as Surprise, Fairy Tale, and Martial Arts. The three of them were special.

Or the new skill, the Lunatic Trickster, also had an impact.

Anyway, I qualified to evolve into a Bugbear by demonstrating my own abilities, and as a result, my Surprise ability was further strengthened.

A Surprise Attack is divided into two processes.

To move to the target without being noticed, and to attack the enemy’s weak spot with maximum power.

Although I could only test the first one in this dark passageway, I was satisfied with it already.

The passageway was high enough for someone over 2 meters to run in.

Darkness is now familiar. It seems that this empty space is gradually melting into me.

No, on the contrary, I am melting into the darkness.

I am changing to cover my self with it and be free to act while being hidden.

In the process, my Surprise and Fairy Tale skills grew steeply.

[Advanced Surprise has become Lv2.]

[Intermediate Fairy Tale became Lv4.]

Lower level skills grow slower than Beginner skills; Intermediate skills grow even slower.

When it comes to the Advanced level, raising even one skill level is too hard.

As proof, the Martial Arts and Detection that grew to Advanced skills are now at the state where I wonder if they are still rising at all.

[Advanced Surprise has become Lv3.]

But Surprise and Fairy Tale were different.

Obviously, it may be because they are in a conducive environment.

They are growing faster than other skills.

[Advanced Surprise has become Lv4.]

[Intermediate Fairy Tale became Lv5.]

I stacked food supplies on the third floor.

Of course, from the moment I entered 3F, I encountered all kinds of intermediate monsters, but they were no match for me anymore.

Surprise attacks allow me to hit them critically.

No matter how many they are, it didn’t matter.

Against intermediate monsters, I was an absolute predator with my Advanced level Surprise and Martial Arts skills.

My enemy is no longer the dungeon.

The real struggle was taking place within me.

[Advanced Surprise has become Lv6.]

At one point, another group of humans entered the second floor.

I detected their faint presence because I was still near the passage entrance.

[Intermediate Fairy Tale has become Lv8.]

[Advanced Surprise has become Lv7.]

But I didn’t care.

In order for them to reach me, they will have to defeat the 2F boss Werewolf King that has already respawned.

My Advanced Detection tells me that they have never been able to get through the boss room.

However, as time went by, more and more people entered the second floor.

They were separated by batches, but they certainly belong to one group, with the same purpose.

If the group had more than a hundred humans hostile to me, I could be at risk.

I should at least be aware of their purpose, so I can be comfortable.

It’s a pity that I haven’t raised my Surprise skills to the level I want before I faced them, but I can’t wait anymore.

I went quickly to the 2F.

I followed them at a distance where I could hear their voices.

Information will be gotten quickly. Any group will have humans with runny mouths.

They don’t even care about the monsters that could be listening to them from a distance.

“These are lower-level monsters? We only found goblins on the first floor… isn’t this dungeon dangerous if the levels of the monsters change immediately? The second floor may not even be the last.”

“So, the guild master has this on his eyes right now. It’s the least risky dungeon… I’m glad our guild called us first.”

“Why? Wouldn’t it be better if someone cleared it for us before we were called?”

“You idiot! Don’t you know about the blessing of the First Conqueror?”

First Conqueror.

First Conqueror.

So, the first one who conquers a dungeon gets something special?

Something came to mind—the Pelcadia’s Jewel.

The Goblin King with a Pelcadia-jeweled sword.

The Werewolf King, who was killed by me with one shot, never had the chance to use the Pelacadia necklace.

However, the new Goblin King and Werewolf King were significantly weaker than the first ones.

It was not comparable.

So far, I just thought it was because they didn’t have Pelcadia gems.

But now it is clear. First Conqueror, that was it.

It was more difficult to beat them, but I received special rewards because I was the first one.

I was definitely the First Conqueror of 1F and 2F in this dungeon.

Pelcadia’s Gem.

Obviously, it will not be different in 3F.

My fighting spirit rose. The idea that I couldn’t be left behind by others dominated my mind.

First Conqueror.

I will be, not only the 1F and the 2F First Conqueror, but the First Conqueror of the deepest part of this dungeon, however deep it is.

However, there are issues that need to be addressed before that.

“You fucking motherfucker, it’s going to be sore…”

“But we haven’t learned the secret of this dungeon because they have been chasing him?”

“My cousin is dead on his claws, fuck.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

These guys are now chasing someone.

If they get into 3F through their chase, it would be annoying.

I was also worried about who these guys were chasing.

“Damn it, if I see him, I will surely smash him.”

“There were five here, they said. They are definitely attempting to endanger our guild.”

“The fact that the Fallen are forming a group…”

Yes. The ones they are chasing are Fallen.

It was not difficult to draw a picture with the information they have said.

Judging by their words, their guilds were here to hunt down the Fallen.

However, there were more of them than they have heard from informants, and one or more of their guildmates died during the hunting process.

One of the Fallen survived and fled.

He fled into this dungeon and ended up on the 2F.

The guild members entered the second floor chasing him.

It’s a ridiculous story.

So, information on the Fallen was being traded.

The guild knew that they were once humans, but they pulled out their swords to hunt them.

Now, one of them was killed, and they have a grudge against the Fallen they were chasing.

Humans will get gold, experience, and items when killing Fallen.

Are we supposed to die silently, without resisting them?

It was an arrogant standard.

My Ebon Heart was thumping.

Arrogant people who don’t fit my standard.

Those who pretend to be gods, who looked at the Fallen as ants on the ground!

I boiled so much inside. I want to cut their necks.

But I couldn’t do it yet.

Because there are still important things to hear from them.

“There’s a problem with them disguising their appearances. We really need Proof of Mine. It’s terrible to find monsters hiding among humans.”

Yes, this is it.

A Fallen can conceal his identity, unless against Proof of Mine.

Nevertheless, the fact that this group of Fallen has concealed themselves until now must mean that they have a way to prevent the Proof of Mine.

As a result, all the reasons to hesitate to take action are gone.

I decided to find the Fallen who has escaped them.

It wasn’t difficult.

The 2F was like a playground for me.

It took me 7 minutes and 38 seconds to find a blood-soaked Werewolf.

He was bleeding in the corner of a cave.

There were four Werewolf Elites standing in front of him as if they were his escorts.

Only

It was impressive.

The wolves snarled as I unveiled myself before them.

The man responded.

“But… how… these are intermediate monsters…”

“Then, I may also be an intermediate monster.”

I responded lightly, and he opened his eyes wide.

Then, he laughed a little.

For the first time in my life, I encountered another Fallen other than myself.

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