Name: Alan Robbins
Race: Human(G) LVL 8 EXP 3136/4270
Class:
Cultivation core: (dormant)
Titles: Novice Mage, Dungeon Explorer, Above Your Weight Class, Singularly Skilled, Surpassing Expectations, Peerless Mage, Prodigious Mage, Luck Of The Daemons, Unprecedented Entity,
***STATISTICS***
Hp: 1758/1758
Mp: 1940/1940
Stamina: 1783/1783
Hp Regeneration: 260 per minute
Mp Regeneration: 264.5 per minute
Stamina Regeneration: 269.5 per minute
Strength: 51 (56)+5%
Constitution: 53 (59)+5%
Vitality: 53 (55)+5%
Endurance: 53 +5%
Perception: 53 +5%
Agility: 53 (56)+5%
Dexterity: 53 (54)+5%
Intelligence: 56 +5% (+5%StEf)
Wisdom: 55 +5% (+5%StEf)
Resistance: 56 +5% (+5%StEf
Willpower: 56 +5% (+5%StEf)
Luck: 84 +5% (+10%StEf)
Unallocated Status Points: 0
*** SKILLS***
(B)[Examine] Lvl 4
(C)[Multiversal Language Comprehension] Lvl 1
(C)[Falling with Character] Lvl 1
(B)[Walking] Lvl 4
(U)[Steady Hand of the Cartographer] Lvl 1
(B)[Dagger Utilization] Lvl 2
(C)[Throw Weapon] Lvl 2
(C)[How to Take a Punch] Lvl 1
(C)[Trap Detection] Lvl 2
(C)[Enhanced Cognition] Lvl 4
(U)[Tenacious Concentration] Lvl 3
(C)[Pain Resistance] Lvl 8
(R)[Unburnt Flesh of the Impure One] Lvl 1
(C)[Shock Resistance Lvl 2
(C)[Mana Perception] Lvl 5
(R)[Advanced Spell Alteration] Lvl 2
(C)[Dual-casting] Lvl 2
(Unique)[Daemonfire of the Impure Realm] Lvl 1
(U)[Mana Regulation] Lvl 2
(C)[Blind Resistance] Lvl 1
(C)[Acid Resistance] Lvl 1
*** SPELLS ***
(U)[Healing Fog] Lvl 3
(B)[Water Jet] lvl 2
(B)[Lightning Strike] Lvl 5
(U)[Spectral Firebolt] Lvl 2
(B)[Banish Darkness] Lvl 1
(B)[Wind Blade] Lvl 2
(B)[Stone Skin] Lvl 1
(C)[Aqua Shield] Lvl 2
(U)[Shocking Water Cannon] Lvl 2
(R)[Spectral Plasma Storm] Lvl 1
(C)[Blessing of the Wind] Lvl 1
***TECHNIQUES***
Although thoroughly satisfied with his rapidly improving Status tab and the new information he now held about the gains from his Stats, his meal made less of an impact. After eating his fill, Alan was beyond unsatisfied. Being forced to eat the same thing over and over had started to wear on his nerves. After removing his canteen from storage and taking several drinks, Alan stood up slowly.
Vowing to himself that he would cook and eat the first flesh and blood creature he happened upon, he stretched, and after taking a moment to gather up his courage, made the short walk back to the large corridor he'd bypassed earlier.
Activating [Trap Detection] before walking through the entryway, Alan cautiously scoured the vicinity of the door. A thorough search revealed no obvious traps, allowing him to release the breath he'd been unconsciously holding
While releasing a long sigh, Alan trudged forward, following the passage as it twisted and turned. Far more spacious, these halls were nearly twice the width and height of any he'd seen within the Sandstone Palace thus far. With fear and curiosity waging an internal war Alan forced aside his gnawing fears while keeping a sharp eye out for any sign of traps.
As he reached the third turn unobstructed, he risked a quick peek at his Mini-map and saw that he rapidly approached another dead-end. The winding route he currently followed on his Mini-map was nearly fully revealed. If viewed from above, this series of twisting pathways almost formed the shape a large blocky number 2 with a capital U attached to the bottom left corner.
Nearing the dead-end, Alan made the final sharp turn, and what he saw waiting for him at the very end of the hall stopped him right where he stood.
"Oh no.. not this shit again!" Standing before him, another pedestal holding a (Common) treasure chest loomed ominously. Having recently been attacked by an identical setup, Alan immediately became wary. Strangely, studying the chest under the effects of [Trap Detection] revealed nothing. No anxious buzzing, no pang of danger, he might as well have been looking at a blank wall or pile of sand.
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Calling up a [Wind Blade] and sending it in a collision course with the pedestal, Alan heard a sharp Crack as the Spell broke it into pieces. With nothing left to support the weight, the chest fell to the ground.
Landing on its side, as the cloud of particles released in the destruction of the pedestal settled to the floor, the chest was soon covered in a layer of dust and debris.
With [Healing Fog] fresh off cooldown, Alan kept it in reserve as a backup plan. Instead he activated [Dual-casting] and cast both [Aqua Shield] and [Blessing of the Wind] in preparation of braving the Dungeon treasure chest.
Remarkable! Your Spell (C)[Blessing of the Wind] has grown to Level 2!
Caution! You have been bestowed the (Haste) Buff. Movement speed doubled and casting times halved during the duration of Buff.
Duration: 1.5 minutes.
Remarkable! Your Spell (C)[Aqua Shield] has grown to Level 3!
Surrounded by his defensive bubble, and boosted by his (Haste) Buff, Alan Blasted forward, covering the 25 feet separating him from the chest in a single empowered step.
Rather than risk exposure to more acid, Alan delivered a full force kick to the side of the box. The blow sent it tumbling through the air and crashing into the wall.
The collision snapped the hinge holding the lid in place, releasing a burst of grey light and dumping the chests contents onto the sand. Before Alan even considered collecting his loot, an ominous notification flashed across his vision.
The pulsing red border around the notice only increased his worries.
WARNING! Dungeon Trial Room Activating! Survive the Swarm!
Trial Objective: Defeat all enemies within time limit.
Time limit: 20 minutes
Enemies Remaining: 60/60
Reward: Varies depending on mettle demonstrated in the face of adversity
WARNING! Dungeon Trial Room Activated! Failure to fulfill Trial Objective within Time limit will result in immediate Termination.
Suddenly in a race against time, Alan grabbed his loot, and hastily scanned the area for threats. With no obvious enemies in sight, he activated [Examine] while inspecting the odd pile of scales and plate. The description provided Alan a bit of good news among all the bad.
(Uncommon) Wasteland Tortoise Scale Breastplate- High quality scale and shell Breastplate, painstakingly crafted from the remains of an Adult Wasteland Tortoise and Enchanted with both the Auto-cleanse and Self-repair Enchantments. +2 Constitution, +1 Agility.
Set bonus: +5 Constitution, +5 Vitality, +3 Agility, +2 Strength.
The good news, he'd finally found another piece of the Wasteland Tortoise Scale Set. The bad news was that he knew he didn't have nearly enough time to equip it.
Alan barely had time to store his new gear. As he watched in disbelief, all around him an appalling number of 3-foot-long scorpions flooded out of the deep layer of sand blanketing the stone floor.
Remaining as motionless as he possibly could, Alan studied his newest opponents while he still had the opportunity. Hardly reaching up to his knees, their skinny, apparently headless abdomens we're layered in a thick teal exoskeleton which rode upon six scrawny, multi-jointed legs.
Narrow, obviously razor-sharp pincers sat at the end of short, stubby appendages protruding from the under-side of their abdomens. Rather than being headless, Alan soon recognized the entire front third of these bugs WAS their 'head'.
Entirely unsure of proper insect anatomy, all Alan knew for sure was where a face should've been, all these creatures had were two swollen, bloated eyes bulging out over a hideous mouth.
Horrific to gaze upon, the scorpions mouths were packed with needle-like bristles, and guarded by a pair of constantly moving miniature pincers. One placed on either side of their stomach-turning maws.
Curled up above their chitinous abdomens, a short, fat tail hung poised, as if ready to strike. Only instead of the expected stinger, Alan saw that the tip of each tail was tipped with an awkward looking sphincter.
Clenching and unclenching in an oddly mesmerizing fashion, Alan involuntarily gagged upon realizing that he'd most likely been peering intently up their asses.
As his numerous enemies skittered across each other in a chaotic tidal wave of chitin, skinny insect legs, and off-putting tails, Alan had barely activated [Examine] before the rush of scorpions became aware of his presence. Now that prey had been sighted, the horde of scorpions let loose a chorus of shrill chirps. One after another, they fired fast-moving, fist-sized globs of thick grey fluid from the anus-looking aperture at the ends of their stout tails.
Lvl 8 Corrosive Stout Tail Scorpion Hp: 300/300
Remarkable! Your Skill (B)[Examine] has grown to Level 5! +1 Free Status Point!
A glob of the phlegmy-grey substance smacked the wall several feet away from Alan, landing with a dull Splat and sticking in place like some kind of glue. "Not again.." Alan groaned out as the disgusting fluid immediately ate into the stone, releasing putrid clouds of smoke as it feasted.
Shaking his head at the absurd sight before him, Alan unsheathed both the Basilisk Fang and Tutorial Daggers. Weapons in hand, he searched desperately for an escape route while activating [Mana regulation] and [Dual-casting]. He quickly double cast [Lightning strike]s while pumping them with as much additional Mana as he sensed they would be able to handle. Glimpsing an opening that lead back to the dead-end he'd only just left, he saw that not only was this the only way through the bugs, but it was quickly being filled with more of the scrabbling, frenzied insects.
Without any further time with which to search for a better option, Alan grasped the slim opportunity and unleashed his Spells. Two massive storm clouds, crackling with energy materialized above the ravenous beasts. As the clouds rotated around one another, thunder rolled ominously. With a deafening Crack the clouds dropped a destructive volley of lightning, pushing the scorpions away from the wall, and damaging those nearest to the blasts.
In their single-minded desire to shred Alan into portion-sized pieces, the still-mobile scorpions mindlessly swarmed toward Alan, heedless of their condition. Most leaving behind a trail of ichor as they limped awkwardly on broken, and oftentimes completely missing legs.
Their mad dash was brought to an abrupt end when Alan's Spells increased in their ferocity, unleashing multiple devastating blasts of energy that tossed them aside like leaves on the wind.
Realizing it was now or never, Alan bolted around the storm, passing through the narrow gap between his ongoing Spells and the wall. All the while doing his best to avoid the barrage of acid still flying at him.
With lightning striking mere feet away, Alan somehow arrived mostly unscathed behind the pile of smoking, paralysed scorpions. Only to find another wave of uninjured bugs lying in wait. Looking around, he immediately saw that more beasts had slipped in from behind him. They now had him almost completely surrounded.
A chain of notifications flashed across his PSA just as a wave of Experience crashed over him, leaving him disoriented and holding onto the wall. In a reckless bid to launch himself out of the colorful cage of bugs, Alan summoned two [Water Jet]s, and cast them at the wall.
The intense water pressure catapulted him up and over the Swarm. Propelling him over thirty feet to crash into the ceiling. He bounced off the wall and tumbled to the floor. In an attempt to escape this trap and gain some space, a dazed Alan pushed himself off the ground and dashed back around the corner, returning to the blocky U-shaped corridor.
To his dismay, as he cleared the second bend, he was met with another wall of scorpions, many of them already launching their grey fecal-acid in his direction. Multiple grey blobs of acid splashed across [Aqua shield]. When it was unable to find purchase, the acid simply slid down the surface of the barrier.
Although his shield managed to withstand the first barrage, the acid wore deep grooves in the surface of his [Aqua Shield] causing it to wobble unsteadily.
Fixing their beady eyes on Alan, the hoard of scorpions decided to switch up their tactics and charge at him without the slightest hesitation. With time quickly running out on his (Haste) Buff, and no time to formulate a plan, he withdrew a Shadow Shuriken from his inventory and flung it at the incoming pile of scorpions.
Remarkable! Your Skill (C)[Throw Weapon] has grown to Level 3!
The Shuriken hit the lead scorpion, and exploded in a surprisingly thick cloud of rapidly-expanding purple smoke. Alan paused to watch as dozens of misshapen arms formed, each one tipped with a many-fngered hand. Spawning from within the purple cloud, the shadow-arms grabbed hold of any scorpion within their reach.
Resuming his approach, he sprinted towards the wave of claws and flying globs of acid. Alan activated [Mana Regulation] and [Dual-casting] in preparation of the coming battle. Outnumbered and alone, Alan steeled himself and cast [Spectral Firebolt] and [Shocking Water Cannon] while pumping the Spells full of as much additional Mana as they could handle without self-destructing.
I wonder how steamed scorpion tastes? Alan wondered as he reached the 20ft mark separating him from his numerous foes and released his overloaded Spells. Fully intending to attempt to eat as many of these creatures as possible, Alans only problem was the Dungeons annoying habit of absorbing monster corpses. In an attempt to beat the petty Dungeon at its own game, Alan prepared his Storage Ring.
His Spells washed over the subdued group of scorpions in a booming detonation of green flame and steam, instantly beginning to cook them within their protective exoskeletons. In a last act of defiance the dying bugs screeched out ear-splitting chirps of anguish.