Rex stood in the forest clearing, the eerie silence pressing in on him like a tangible weight. His breath was slow, controlled, but his heart hammered in his chest. The Devil's Merchant had just vanished, disappearing into the air without leaving a trace, leaving only the Poison Daggers and the cryptic message that echoed in Rex's mind. "You are chosen by the Demon. The world will know your name... if you survive." Those words haunted him, reverberating like the distant sound of thunder before a storm. What did they mean? Chosen by the Demon? The thought made his skin crawl. He wasn't a pawn in some higher game; he wasn't someone's puppet. Survive. That's all that matters.
His eyes scanned the area around him. The trees loomed like ancient guardians, their leaves whispering in the breeze. But beneath that stillness was the constant reminder that danger was never far in this forsaken land. He still had a mission: Moon Valley, the Priest, and the Demon's Trial of Blood that awaited him. No more distractions. But now, in the cold shadow of the Merchant's departure, his thoughts were clouded with unease. He glanced at the daggers in his hands—the Poison Daggers—with their eerie aura. They weren't just regular weapons. They had power, sinister power. But can they protect me?
Rex could feel the weight of the daggers in his hands, their cold, slick surfaces pressed against his palms. He noticed the faint glow of the poison coating the blades, and the coldness of it made him shiver. These weren't just ordinary weapons—they were tools designed to kill slowly and painfully. They were perfect for someone like him, a silent assassin. But could he wield them effectively in the face of the Rising Solutions, not to mention whatever other horrors this world threw at him? The merchant had given him these tools for a reason. I have to use them. I have no choice.
The Poison Daggers glinted in the fading light of the forest, each one a deadly masterpiece. Rex finally took a moment to inspect them closely, noting the cold, jagged edges. The weight of each dagger was perfect for throwing or close combat—either would work well, depending on the situation. They felt like extensions of his own limbs, their purpose clear.
Poison Dagger Stats (Bronze, Rare):
Type: Weapon (Melee, Set of 5 Daggers)
Damage: 10-15 Physical Damage (each dagger)
Effect: Each strike applies Toxic Venom, causing the target to suffer 8 Poison Damage per second for 7 seconds.
Bonus: Critical Hits trigger Double Toxic Damage over 5 seconds.
Durability: 50/50 per dagger
Description: Forged from the bones of fallen warriors, these daggers are coated with a deadly poison. The venom is slow-acting, causing an agonizing death that often takes the victim unaware. Ideal for silent assassins, they leave no trace but the slow and painful death that follows.
The Toxic Venom was exactly what he needed—slow, persistent damage. As he ran his fingers along the hilt, he could feel the promise of agony these daggers would bring to whatever enemy stood in his way. His fingers tightened around the grip. These are weapons of death...
The Poison Daggers had more to them than just a quick kill. They were perfect for assassins—perfect for Rex. He wasn't looking for a quick death for his enemies. No, these daggers were designed to let the poison work, to slow the enemy down, to break them down over time. Each strike would leave a painful, toxic wound that would eat away at their strength. And when his strike was critical, the poison would double, amplifying the suffering.
He'd used daggers before, but these were something different. These were meant to linger.
Rex's eyes narrowed as he saw the two massive figures looming ahead—the Level 2 Rock Golems. They were the guardians of the cave, and Rex knew there was no way around them. The entrance to the cave was blocked by the hulking figures, and they were more than just obstacles. They were death incarnate. The earth beneath their feet trembled with every step, and Rex could almost feel the heat radiating from their stone bodies. They were slow, but their raw strength made them a deadly challenge.
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The first golem raised its massive stone fist, the muscles in its arm bulging with the effort. Rex's instincts kicked in, and he took a step back, his body coiling like a spring, ready to move. The second golem mirrored its partner, each of them preparing for a devastating assault. They weren't just waiting to kill—they were prepared. And Rex was already outmatched in pure power. He couldn't afford to get caught by their blows. He had speed. He had precision.
The first golem swung, and the world slowed for a moment. Rex darted forward, feeling the power of his Poison Daggers in his hands as he rushed to strike. His body moved without hesitation, honed by years of survival. He leapt behind the first golem, his movements fast and fluid like water in a stream. He aimed for the gaps in the golem's stone armor—the weak points where the stone plates didn't quite align.
With a swift motion, Rex drove the Poison Dagger into the golem's side, finding that familiar sweet spot where the blade sunk deep into its body. The venom worked instantly, coursing through the golem's stone veins. The creature stumbled slightly, its massive form shaking as if the poison was doing something unnatural to its body.
As the Poison Dagger made contact, Rex felt the dagger pulse with energy. The Toxic Venom had been released. Almost immediately, the golem's massive frame jerked, its body quaking as the Poison Damage began to work its slow, agonizing magic. The golem's strength, usually unyielding, started to falter. Every second, it felt weaker. It wasn't a quick death—but it was an agonizing one.
The Poison Venom continued its assault, dealing 8 poison damage per second over the course of 7 seconds. Rex could see the golem's movements slowing, its attacks less coordinated. The venom was making it harder for the creature to fight. And that was when Rex saw his opening. The golem staggered, disoriented by the venom coursing through it, giving Rex the chance he needed to move.
A quick glance at the second golem confirmed that it wasn't going to wait for Rex to finish with its partner. It lifted a massive boulder, aiming to crush Rex into the ground. But Rex wasn't about to let that happen. He dove to the side just as the boulder slammed into the ground, the shockwave of the impact rattling the trees around him. Too close. Too close.
He rolled quickly to his feet, the ground still shaking as the golems advanced. He didn't have the luxury of stopping. The second golem was already reeling back to strike again, and Rex had to act fast. He wasn't going to let this opportunity slip away.
I can't hesitate. Every second counts. Rex's mind raced as the two golems advanced toward him. His breath was steady, but his heart thudded in his chest. This was more than just a battle—it was a test of survival. Level 2 Golems were no joke, and the stakes were high. If he failed here, his mission would be over before it even began. But I can't die here. Not like this. Not after everything I've been through.
The Rising Solutions were already looking for him, hunting him down like a wild animal. The Demon's Trial of Blood was still ahead, but for now, the golems were the only thing standing between Rex and his goal. Stay focused. Fight. You can't afford to lose. Not now. Not ever.
Rex's eyes locked onto the second golem, his mind calculating the perfect strike. It wasn't just about defeating it—it was about surviving, about keeping his edge sharp. The Devil's Merchant had made it clear that he was chosen, but in this world, being chosen meant nothing if you couldn't make it through the trials. The poison-coated daggers were a gift—yes, but they were also a reminder that Rex had something dangerous inside him. And if he wanted to level up in this world, he would need to wield that danger with skill.
Rex struck again, this time aiming for the exposed back of the second golem. The Poison Dagger plunged deep into the creature's rocky body, and the venom surged through it like a flood. The golem staggered back, its movements becoming sluggish and uncoordinated. The venom was doing its job, but the golem was still a formidable opponent. It wasn't done yet.
Rex's heart raced. He couldn't let it get another hit on him. He darted forward again, feeling the dagger's cold blade bite into the golem's body. Another strike. Another moment of agony for the creature. And as the golem collapsed to its knees, Rex knew the battle was nearing its end. He had done it. He had survived.
Suddenly, a system message flashed in his mind.
System Message: Level 2 Rock Golem Killed. EXP: 6.
The notification was brief, but the sense of accomplishment flooded Rex. Level 2 creatures were tough, but he had defeated them using his agility, precision, and the deadly poison of his daggers. The EXP count was modest, but the victory felt like more than just numbers. The demons were waiting for his results, but for now, the thrill of surviving the fight gave him a bitter smile. Leveling up in God's Garden of Hell…
He knew this was just the beginning. The Poison Daggers had proven their worth, and as he caught his breath, Rex could almost feel the weight of the world on his shoulders. But it didn't matter. He was chosen for this. And now, he was ready for whatever came next
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