"Rest and craft your potions, my love." I said in a tender voice and began taking out camping supplies and bedrolls, as well as a tent, cooking pots and spoons and all sort of items one might need far away for civilization.

"How deep do you plan to go?" Lisa asked as I stretched and stored my light armor.

No point ruining the armor if I planned to die a hundred times while exploring. There was no Babel tower and shops outside to provide new armor or clothes.

"Not sure. Floor 26 at most. Not ready for the next Floor Boss." I answered with a shrug, then ran off naked.

"Nice ass!" Lisa yelled after me.

"I know!" I yelled back and sped myself even more.

I wasn't worried about boars and lizardmen or even the mammoth and stags waiting for me in the Tree Labyrinth.

Instead, the Gun Libellula and the Deadly Hornet would probably kill me a lot until I learned to deal with them, but the Green Dragon on Floor 24 should be a nice challenge.

And if that wouldn't stop me, there were Harpies and Sirens, then Mermen or the Iguazu...plenty of potential dangerous monsters.

And yet they would all be under level 27, and I was level 29 already.

My Black Ghost took point as to spring any traps, while my mind took the backseat, almost like piloting my body remotely.

It kinda made sense a little, since most games had this 3D perspective to allow a better feel for the game, and I had a game character...with infinite lives.

My run went well until Floor 23, when a half-dragon monster with female parts and a red stone on the forehead blindside me from above, and I got to examine the monster description. "Vouivre Level 24. Rare"

Look! Rare means you only encounter such a monster once in a hundred runs. Not on the first run. This is bullshit!

My Black Ghost got my revenge, and then collected my excellent loot.

*Vouivre's Tear

*Vouivre Scale

*Vouivre Nail

*Vouivre Fang

*Vouivre Hide

*Vouivre Blood. Grants extra Speed.

I wasn't upset at the encounter, just surprised. A rare monster was great. And I didn't mind dying for great loot. I often died 50 times in a game or another, just to get some rare item. It made sense with game logic.

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But this was probably my Dungeoneer Job fixing things in the Dungeon.

Not to mention the strange new blood vials.

I had the feeling one could drink the vials and gain benefits, possibly something like points being added to the character screen directly.

But did they have drawbacks? Some kind of curse or weakness?

I didn't know. So Lisa will have to craft a lot of potions and see what comes up.

So when a gun dragonfly monster open fire on me and its projectiles bounced off my naked skin I could only laugh. Take that, Dungeon!

Next, I simply ran trough a hive of Deadly Hornets, and their stings broke on my chest and back. Maybe I was a bit too strong for these losers.

I ran forward and massacred a thousand Hobgoblins and Trolls, until I reached the Green Dragon and he killed me with one bite.

That's more like it, Dungeon!

My Spirit Weapon in hand, I ran towards the large Dragon and Honed the sword, until my hand vibrated. Then I tried to cut the damn thing and my Chi shattered. So I died again.

Excellent!

I sent forward the Black Ghost, and its invisible claws bounced off dragon scales and claws, but managed to gouge out an eye.

The Dragon roared at me and I screamed back, paralyzing it for a second.

Staring at its mouth wide open, the Pef Maneuver came to me instinctively. Everything is soft on the inside.

I jumped in, then unleashed my Chi through my Spirit Weapon, slicing the Dragon into a dozen separate segments, which soon evaporated around me leaving me naked on the stone floor, covered in blood and guts. Victory!

The Black Ghost collected the loot, with barely any input from me. Was the thing becoming sapient? Was that good or bad?

Did I care? I just killed a real Dragon, not an infant one.

Level 30 and 44 Chi. I was now a certified Level 3 in the Falna manner. Although I doubt many Level 3s could fight a Level 4 Dragon by themselves and win.

I continued on, massacring Harpies and Sirens until the next special monster stopped me cold. Not to mention it was the same Level as me.

*Carbuncle - Level 31. Rare.

Even reading the description, I had no idea why my attacks just bounced off. It was a deep green fluffy cat, and didn't even attack me. It just looked at me with pity. I expected hate, not pity.

What the Hell, Dungeon? Your monsters got broken?

I sat down, and the cat monster sat down in front of me, as if waiting for something.

Wait a minute!

"Can you talk?" I asked the cat, just to make sure.

The cat licked its paw. Probably not.

"Want food?" I asked next.

The cat's eyes blinked twice. Once normally, once horizontally as well.

I took out an MRE pack with the disgusting meatballs. The cat glared at me as if I was insulting it.

"I know, I would kill myself instead of that too. What about...an Ant crystal?" I proposed with a genial voice.

The cat nodded and clawed at the ground.

Hmmm. "Crystals are expensive though. You understand?"

The cat shrugged unconcerned.

Fine, take my crystal!

The monster played with the crystal for a minute, as if it was a toy. Then gulped it whole.

*Carbuncle - Level 31 Rare can be Tamed. Accept yes/no ?

My game screen stared me in the face with the stupid question.

Lisa will know what to do with this cat. I pressed yes.

Nothing changed. The cat just looked at me and clawed at the ground for more food. Fine, take another crystal!

The monster description changed as it ate the next crystal though.

*Mystic Carbuncle - Tamed Monster. Fluffiest cat of all.