“Did you just click your tongue at me?”

“Must have been the wind.”

“Isn’t wind also you, though?”

The antlers on top of his head started to glow white as Conall couldn’t but tease him.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. You will get your crystals if they damage the forest.”

Olghar stopped moving his mana as soon as he heard the words, an evil smile pestering the red-haired student. He knew that he was just extorted from, but he couldn’t care less for some Grade C crystals.

Moving quickly through the forest’s path, he quickly made his way towards the one of the first dungeon students could find in this forest, which was a Grade C goblin cave, as well as one that the academy didn’t bother closing up.

Unlike a hidden, unique dungeon, it didn’t have any notification to pop up once he entered it. Well, he couldn’t expect much from it since the entrance itself was physical.

Entering the cave, he immediately stumbled upon his first monster, which was a basic goblin holding up a torch in this dark space.

Unable to alert its kin, the goblin had already fallen to his blade. Running deeper inside the caves, he met a few monsters along the way, but they also fell to single, feeble swings.

Using a torch he acquired from the first green monster, Conall didn’t care, nor wait for the traps set up by the goblins. Dodging the arrows and falling spears, as well as pits with spikes, a large entrance to an open room was soon enlightened by his torch, two dead, armed goblins lying under it while drowning in their own blood.

Their level was much larger compared to the normal ones, but they didn’t pose any threat whatsoever. Even the light armor and stronger weapons they equipped didn’t make it easier while facing the human boy.

Without stalling any further, he entered the boss room. The entrance behind closed off violently as heavy, metal doors fell down onto the rocks. Immediately, around the arena-like room, tens of torches on the circular walls lit up, one by one, all the way until the end.

With the last one catching fire and fully lighting up the arena filled with bloodied, red sand, a loud rumble reached his ears while dust engulfed the space’s center.

The dark-green hobgoblin warrior swung his old, rusted machete. Waving off all the dust away, the huge, brawny body of the monster revealed itself, along with the hatred-seeing eyes.

‘That’s one way to introduce yourself.”

With a breast plate only on one half of his body, the warrior clattered his broad machete against it before announcing his presence, roaring loud enough to make the torches’ flames falter.

Looking at the boss intently, Conall prepared himself.

The ugly, bare feet of the monster grasped the sand filled with teeth and bone shards tightly, lunging his huge body at the human with speeds that would have rendered normal people speechless.

Delivering might strong enough to cleave a stone in half, the boss swung its excessively wide machete with a flat end diagonally at the human.

Yet, the boss’ square face looked confused as he met an opposition coming from the other side. Despite there only being one person unlike usual.

Stopping the swing with fang, Conall used all of his strength to push the sturdy monster’s arm away. The boss was definitely a real enemy compared to the infirm goblins, but the boy had dealt with plenty of monsters like him before.

Not to mention, the boss hadn’t yet entered the first gate, but only neared it in stats.

Drowning in confusion, the monster felt as his right arm gave out, so he punched the boy with his left, only to miss his head at the last second.

Underneath both of his arms, the knight delved into pain as aura spread across his sword. A fearsome thrust took away the monster’s last breath, piercing through the tough, dark green skin.

Feeling a specific warmth engulf his soul, Conall turned to the back of the arena, where a light shone down from seemingly nowhere, highlighting a small, wooden chest decorated with bronze.

Almost instinctively, he wanted to reach out for it and open the prize for defeating the dungeon, however, he fought the desire with enough willpower.

Instead, he knelt on the sand, in the middle of the arena before digging through it with his bare hands.

After quite a while, the feeling of wanting to open the chest intensified, but Conall prevailed, not wanting to be thrown out of the dungeon yet as he still had time to tinker with the low-level dungeon.

Flooding the dungeons was actually quite simple. Well, at least for the Grade C ones. By finding its core and putting a mana disruptor on it, the dungeon would fall into a frenzy before sucking in liberal amounts of mana from the outside.

However, the disruptor didn’t allow it to fully swallow the mana, which made the dungeon’s insides on the brink of collapse from the sheer amount of it gathered there.

So, to lessen the burden, the core created more and more monsters to prevent itself from destruction.

And because the core kept the world’s will inside, the monsters were still able to give experience points.

Not only would he be able to test out the world’s soul stuck in his spirit, he would also get quite a bit of experience, even though the goblins here gave around two experience points while he needed about one hundred thousand for the twenty seventh level.

Though, he was aware that because of their disparity in level and strength, it could sometimes take him fifty goblins to find one where he would find experience from.

Just three minutes before the dungeon would automatically eject him, he finally found the steel, square casing which held the core inside.

Taking out a dragon fang claw from his inventory ring, he imbued a large amount of aura onto it before slicing through the metal like butter.

Immediately, a dense amount of mana hit him and his surroundings as he witnessed the shining, pure white core of the dungeon.

Not waiting any further, he took out another item from his inventory ring, which was the mana disruptor. During their trip, Conall asked Lorine to engrave certain magic circles on some dragon scales, which, although was questionable, she still did it for him. With two half spheres in his hand, he put the items over the core before the dragon scales connected into one and the event began.

Almost immediately, the dungeon fell into madness and the mana inside started to twist and contort. Before he could even think of grabbing the dungeon reward, he was ejected outside the entrance of the dungeon cave, plopping down onto his butt.

Looking at the mischievous smirk Olghar had, he quickly asked.

“Did you do it?”

Seeing a nod coming from the fairy, Conall looked content. While he was speeding towards the dungeon earlier, he asked the fairy to close out the whole forest and disallow any people from coming inside, just in case anyone found out about what he was doing.

“Good, we don’t have to bother about any uninvited guests now.”

Olghar watched with interest as Conall started stretching his body in preparation for the incoming battle. Truthfully, he had never witnessed a true dungeon flood. He only ever heard about it from his brothers and sisters since he couldn’t leave the forest alone.

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Feeling the mana in the air soaring up, he stared at the dungeon entrance, which was lit up with a blue film, to stop the monsters from escaping.

One goblin was already banging onto the barrier-like wall, but just his strength wasn’t enough. Two, four, and eight.

Just like, their numbers multiplied eight times, but before the fairy could even notice, they exploded, tens of faces scrunched up against the barrier, which started to bend and distort.

After a few more seconds, it finally shattered, similar to glass, and like a swarm of ants, the goblins escaped, hundreds of them at once if not more. And they didn’t stop, Olghar feared.

‘What have I allowed into my forest!?’

The sight pained his heart while fear struck his head while looking at the boy, who engulfed his feet in aura.

Delving into the storm of green monsters, he couldn’t find anything other than green and fury. In every cardinal direction, looking at the world right or upside down, he saw the monsters, trying to out-wit each other, climbing on top of their kin to reach him and the boy down.

Like a fine stroke on a canvas, luminous, red paint splattered as Conall electrified the cold, sharp metal with his will and spirit.

Unable to restrain himself, nor being allowed to, he swung at multiple enemies at once, unforgiven by the dungeon, who relentlessly released a multitude more monsters.

Crude arrows fell upon him, standing tall in the fertile dirt once they missed his nimble self. Two little goblins came up from the front, swinging with their best tries with sharp knives in hand, but the aura was simply too sharp.

Light surrounded the monsters, making their bodies disappear into nowhere. Just like inside the dungeon, different in the fact that the dungeon had been brought outside, and the effect was almost instantaneous.

More by himself than the hundreds of monsters that made him move back a few tens meters, he hurt his body. Using aura on every enemy was strenuous, to say the least.

Each swing that left his spiritual energy on the dead bodies made his body and soul squirm in reply, yet he had no plans of stopping.

Because of the world’s soul inside of him, he wanted to try something. At first, when he received the fragments of the world’s dead spirit, he couldn’t do anything, no matter how hard he moved or interfered with his soul.

There was no response whatsoever, hence an idea popped up inside Conall’s mind. Steeling his eyes, he used even more aura while moving further inside the horde of monsters, which could probably be counted in the thousands by now.

Simultaneously, he used aura both on his weapon and body, something he didn’t want to as it was far too painful. However, he needed the speed for the goblins that tried to stab through his body.

The wind cried as he thrust forward, putting a hole in a few goblins before slashing to the side, clearing an area that was immediately filled in by another few tens of the same, weak, green monsters.

He slashed again, and again, time after time, pain quickly accumulating while he took no time to rest.

With each strike that killed off at least twenty of the congested goblins, spirit poured out vehemently, yet it didn’t seem to stop no matter how many slashes he had performed.

The idea he had in his mind was the same as the manual Harmis had given him in the past.

The main value and way that made the book in his inventory an actual skill over thousands of years.

Just like creating a world inside the soul, Conall wanted to use up all of the aura that filled his soul. Only then was he sure that the world’s soul would reply to his wishes.

‘And here I thought you submitted to my will.’

Speaking to no one but himself, the red-haired boy continued to waste his aura on the green monsters, little by little, as he couldn’t go all out because of his pathways, nor did he want to experience that hellish pain.

Being high up in the sky, Olghar thought that no goblin would have noticed him, yet he still had to dodge an arrow or two from time to time. Well, there was no reason to with his strength, but he still evaded them.

“Can you at least keep them in check? They’re a bit too brave.”

Watching as Conall made no dent in the waves of monsters, he asked calmly, receiving an expected answer.

“I would love to, but I’m slightly busy right now.”

A second later, dodging an array of arrows coming directly at him, the boy jumped swiftly before using a tree as a platform, getting away from the dense amount of monsters.

Still, where he landed, there already were a gang of goblins gathered, laughing sneeringly as they saw him falling down at their daggers. Though, their smirks and giggles died down as soon as Conall’s fang was shoved directly into their necks.

Spinning around quickly while slashing, he made himself some area to move around, but it was instantly filled up nonetheless.

The disruptor may have worked a bit too well, he judged, but still crushed the heads of the monsters.

Once again, he watched as they ran directly at him, no fear in their eyes at any point, only a collective of hatred directed at him that didn’t diminish no matter what.

Flaunting around their little daggers and short swords, Conall smiled at their efforts before continuing his rampage.

A step forward and a slash ahead. Without stopping for a smidgen of breath, he followed with a thrust while stopping a goblin that sneaked up behind him.

Taking away the dagger, the goblin died on the spot as its own weapon killed it. Creating a hole in the horde with a thrust, he swung sideways, with both of his hands at the hilt.

‘Hmm?’

Olghar mused while watching his new master. Despite the monsters being more dense than ever, his combo just now allowed some space to be created. Unlike instantly before, half a second was needed to fill up the remaining area left by the dead goblins.

And that wasn’t a singular occasion. Similar to a moment prior, the next strikes left the green monsters gathering up for an equal amount of time.

The fairy quickly came up with an answer. Using much more stamina and power, as well as aura, he sacrificed dexterity, or at least that’s what the man thought.

Despite being true, Conall had no issue evading most of the monsters. They scratched him occasionally, but astonishingly, the amount of successful attacks diminished the longer their bout went on.

Continuing with the slaughter of monsters, beast crystals slowly piled up. Unlike normal beasts that came to life naturally, spawned ones had a chance to drop one. Five percent, that was. Roughly every one in twenty goblins left a small, weak beast crystal upon its disappearance.

Though it seemed like an eternity, a few hours had passed by and Conall began feeling sickly, both mentally and physically. The constant, gruesome pain that came from using his aura drained his mind and body, though he slowly started to accustom himself to it, as ridiculous as that sounded.

Still, equally as tough was trying to keep up with the neverending monsters. For at least four hours, not once was he allowed to rest, so the knight had to force it on his own. Clearing up tens of goblins in a single swoop, he performed a few of such strikes to get a second of breath.

Using the rests to fuel his body with water so as to not pass out, his stomach filled him with the necessary electrolytes and energy while he kept on fighting, quickly gathering crucial experience points. Every minute, he dealt with about a thousand goblins, a number just high enough to stop the dungeon from overwhelming him in quantity.

Over the time he spent dealing with them, he had gathered over half of what he needed to advance to the next level.

Though, he still didn’t reach it, so Conall prevailed in the attacks.

Still, when the first five hours passed, just as his aura was about to run out, he noticed something while dealing with the couple thousand of goblins that were left in the forest.

They no longer appeared, the short, green bastards. And he knew exactly the reason why. The dungeon’s core was simply overheated and needed some rest, so Conall also used it in such a way, sitting on thousands of monster crystals that made a small hill and buried the trees.

Olghar almost drooled at the sheer size, which was roughly fifteen thousand. When he looked at the smirk Conall was giving him, though, he quickly turned his gaze around to somewhere else.

Soon enough, after ten or so minutes, the goblins once again came pouring out from the dungeon, in amounts that seemed no less than before, if not more.

His blade shredded through the soft, green goblin flesh as he ran rampant because of his fresh state. Conall slashed hundreds of goblins in seconds, hearing thousands of growls coming directly at him, but he didn’t care. Instead, he used even more aura on his blade, to shorten the time it took to deplete his gigantic spirit and its reserves.

And finally, after hours of painful struggle, the boy felt an unfamiliar sensation. He had never really used up all of his spirit before because it was just that big and he needed to deplete it slowly strike after strike since his aura pathways were all crumpled up.

However, when he finally experienced the lethargic, drowsy-like state from the lack of his spiritual energy, he didn’t fall asleep. With a hard fight against his own soul with will, he prevailed before forcefully trying to use up even more aura, something that would be considered suicidal by all.

Yet, just as his soul received the signal from his will, the world’s soul glowed bright. Almost instantly, Conall felt as his soul was rejuvenated, filled up with aura to the brim once again.

All while the golden, bright ball of the worldly spirit didn’t seem to grow smaller at all. But, the boy knew it, he felt something.

Although he couldn’t really sense it, he felt that the golden energy was used up. Scouring through his own soul, he witnessed something at the very bottom of it, right where the split of his soul began. Mending back together, the healing process of his soul had finally started, though it would take a while with the way it worked.

Nonetheless, a firm smile was engraved on Conall’s face as he happily massacred the goblins that came his way.

He was meant to be going to the dungeon with Lorine tomorrow, but there was still a lot of time for that, so he got to work once again.

It didn’t take long, just a few hours until his soul hit the brink of experience points. As midnight fell upon him, he felt his existence rise up just another rung, but it was still a step forward. Putting the free stat point into his spirit during a dungeon break, he experienced another one before storing away thirty thousand Grade C beast crystals, two thirds of them all.

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