About an hour later, John was holed up on top of his fortress again. Once again he had gone for the three hour Assault. He had found an interesting tidbit about these dungeons though, being that he was chained to the currently appropriate level bracket. Probably sothing Gaia did to prevent him from overly exploiting the system. If she didn’t, he could just relax in sothing like 20 levels under his for 72 hours, put the girls on shift duty, and get insane sums of experience for very little risk.
Either way, he was now fighting level 95 Bugpanthers, because why the hell not? Without Firstkill bonuses, there was no incentive for him to go and fight enemies he didn’t know already. Aside from searching for specific loot, maybe. From John’s perspective his current Equipnt was pretty much good as it was, he was only missing sothing to wield in his last Hand Slot.
He threw a Mana Ray at a Bugpanther that, in an attempt to prepare another ambush, was limping away from Aclysia. The blue ray hit the thing straight in the head; heat and crackles of pure mana, akin to electricity in its looks but fundantally different in a multitude of ways (the most important one being physics vs taphysics) ended the monster’s life in a flash of blue.
Whispers of Mana triggered therefore and John yawned as he watched his mana tick up again. He had been almost topped off in the first place, otherwise he would have been more reluctant to use Mana Ray.
Wait, what now?
A wooden sleigh appeared out of a portal above the burning battlefield, drawn by five enormous reindeer. With wonderful, bell decorated antlers and hooves that treaded on the air like it was solid ground, these majestic creatures pulled the sleigh over the tropical forests. The one that was alone in the front row had a red nose. John was just going to assu that was Rudolph.
On the sleigh, a red and white paint-job decorated with golden depictions of mistletoe, sat the man himself. Santa Claus, as often depicted, was a man in a mantle of such supre fluffiness that it managed to add another few kilos to his already corpulent form. His white, long beard was a bit curly, and his reddened cheeks showed a wide smile.
He adjusted his hat, which had the sa colouration as his sleigh and mantle, the end with the large, woolly ball dangling about like decoration from a Christmas tree. “Ho-Ho-Ho, John Newman,” Santa Claus shouted as he circled around the forest.
“Nice, good rewards,” John admitted, although he had no idea what to use these SEP on. ‘Ah, I will sleep on it!’ he decided when he saw the first Bugpanther assault the fortress again.
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“So, how did ya do today?” Rave asked when they stepped out of the shower together. After John had returned from grinding they just had hurried there to get naked. A day of fighting and all they had yearned for was each other’s touch, talks could wait until after- which was now.
“Quite well,” John responded. Assault continued to be an insane grinding machine. He had gotten 9 hours in (before ti alteration) in segnts of 3 hours each. That had gotten him a sum total of 1’991’158 experience. He expected the nerf hamr to co down on that eventually. For the mont, Gaia seed fine with what was going on. John was happy. Why wouldn’t he? He had gotten 3 levels out of today.
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