Vilkar raised his spear and stabbed the demon in its eye. After the stab, he could hear a demon roar from pain, and it shook Vilkar to the core as he became weak in his legs. But he refocused himself and steeled his mind with the thought of what would happen if he did not kill the demon. Thoughts of having his soul taken by the demon would not be a pleasant experience.

When he pulled out his spear he could see that the tip became glowing red as if put in a furnace. But Vilkar did not pay it much attention as repeatedly stabbed the demon into its eyes.

With every stab, Vilkars spear became more and more melted until he could see chunks of glowing metal fall on the ground as he pulled the spear out of the demon's eyes. When those chunks hit the ground they splattered like liquid water, and the overall length of the spear decreased.

In a few moments, Vilkar realized that the spear had lost its blade and now is stabbing the demon with his handle only, but even then he did not stop as he needed to end the life of the demon.

This whole situation was beyond Vilkars wildest dreams and imagination for the first layer should host only skeletons and maybe one zombie if he was unlucky as they are monsters of the next layer.

To have any type of demon on the first layer was unheard of, not to mention it being this big. Thankfully the demon was already injured which also baffled Vilkar as to what could injure such a creature.

While he thought of the possibility that the demon was always injured he never heard anything like it happening before. Of course, not all new information is shared as top guilds tend to keep them as their secrets to give them an edge but even then there are often leaks and rumors but he never hear anything like it before.

Vilkar feared that whatever injured the demon would soon show up and he did not think it would spare him, and why would it when it was able to hurt this demon to such an extent? There was a possibility that whatever attacked this demon was killed by it and not it was simply trying to heal itself but somehow Vilkar did not think it was correct as its claws were clean and not marked by the blood of its victim, there wasn't any other blood on the demon except its own.

When only half of the spear remained did demon stopped moving and Vilkar could sigh with relief and sit on the ground from physical and mental exhaustion.

After a few moments his rest was cut short as he felt unbearable heat on his body, and when he opened his eyes he could see some kind of golden mist left the demon and was enveloping his body. The golden mist was infusing into his skin. Sensation on his skin felt as if burning hot needles were stabbing into every part of his body.

Vilkar lay on the ground as he screamed from the pain that left his skin and now seared his flesh from the inside. He felt his flesh melt until it became charcoal and when he was unable to move his muscles softened and he regained sensation in his body.

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But relief was short-lived as the pain shifted into his bones, current pain was much stranger as he did not know how could they hurt so much. When even that pain stopped he thought that it was done but then somehow he felt his soul scream from agony.

Pain, the unbearable agony of mind-shattering, life-ending proportions from which all desired sweet relief of death. But no end came as the pain did not stop until it was all that he could feel and think about.

After an unknown amount of time, he could feel his senses returning, pain leaving his body made his body be able to pass out and so it did. He fell blissful as he no longer felt the pain.

When his mind came back on he looked around himself in surprise, nothing changed except the body of the demon which turned to ash leaving behind its items.

While he watched the pile of ash that was the golden demon he realized what had happened to him. He read that when a person killed a monster that granted awakening they would experience bodily change that could bring great pain to the individual.

Vilkar was overcome with overwhelming joy as he started to laugh. "I did it! I became awakened!" he could not contain his excitement as he started to inspect and touch every part of his body looking for any changes.

Immediately he found that his nails became much harder and their color became pitch black, they even grew slightly and became pointy, "I have claws!" Vilkar spoke in surpise.

Another change was his teeth which became jagged and much sharper. Vilkar laughed at the image of himself smiling with a mouth full of sharp and pointy teeth scaring children and warriors alike.

His tongue surprised him as its overall length became three times of what it was before, and not to mention the end of the tongue became forked like that of a snake.

Vilkar could also feel that his vision was much sharper and the dark corridors of the dungeon became more bright but for now, he had no mirror to see how his eyes changed. So he started to inspect his strength and durability.

When he tried to jump, kick or punch he could feel that he is incomparably stronger than before, exactly how much he wasn't sure but he could feel the difference.

When he finished he looked at his hands and realized that he could control magic in his body, then he thought how the demon must have magical abilities that he should have inherited as most of the magic must be learned from a grimoire or teacher, but depending on the person some people could use some magic innately. Such information should be known to him as when someone awakened they would gain that knowledge automatically.

Vilkar closed his eyes and tried to recall such knowledge, and after a moment such knowledge started to flood into his mind.

When he opened his eyes he raised his hand and spread his fingers and willed for fire to appear. A dark red flame appeared over his palm, he could feel the scorching heat of the flame but somehow it was unpleasant for him.

It wasn't the original flame that any wizard could cast or spirit flame that necromancers used, nor holy fire that paladins and clerics employed, it was Hellfire. The flame was used only by devils or their cultists as such flames were deadly to all other creatures as they burned not only the body but the soul as well.

With such a boon his overall strength had raised significantly, but it was not all that he could do. Once every twenty-four hours he could use something that was called Touch of Midas. It was a curse that would turn anything that he would touch into gold.

Vilkar laughed as he yelled, "I will be rich!"