E3 CHAPTER 14

: SURVIVE!

[N POV]

"London Bridge is falling down… falling down... falling down... eh, wait... why do I sing this song again? " While walking down that narrow passage, Claude nonchalantly sang a song he knew from one of his memories.

"Tatakae! Whooo Hooo, die, you retarded bunny!" he shouted as he swam within the Vorpal Rabbit’s Sea, a rabbit with an agile body and a blade-like horn.

Each of them is graded as a C-ranked monster while in a swarm. Not even Paul can defeat them alone, uninjured, not to mention Claude.

One of Claude's fingers was missing as he got out of the Vorpal Rabbit swarm, bathed in blood. The Bunnies and His...

Thankfully, his regeneration spell worked wonderfully within the dungeon and slowly regenerated his lost body parts.

Even so, the hump of the left arm had yet to be fully recovered.

Yes, within only a month since he was dropped into the Dungeon, he had already lost his left arm. Even his weapon box was barely intact.

It didn’t even have a tenth of its weight anymore, and Claude just carried the weapon box like a backpack.

"Kill all the Titans! Leave no one alive! Argh! " Claude said this while losing a leg while battling against a troll.

Thankfully, it’s only a single troll that he fought at this time. The monstrosity, standing at 7 meters high, had just fallen after having a hot-blooded battle with Claude.

The monster was strong.

Not to mention Claude, even 5 A-ranked adventurer Paul won’t bring it trouble.

The regeneration of a Troll that can be said godly shows its prowess. Every time Claude sent a destruction spell, the wound would regenerate.

It took Claude 4 days of guerilla warfare, using the surrounding area as his stepping stone to attack all the vulnerable areas of the Troll. He slowly whittles the troll’s HP and sanity.

As the Troll was exhausted by Claude’s tenacity, Claude was mortified by dealing with the scary force of the Troll’s regeneration.

Thankfully, a troll’s blood can be used the same way as a health potion works.

Each time he wounded the troll, he tried to drink some of the troll’s blood to replenish his body and wounds.

Even if the troll had a high regeneration rate, it was still quickly exhausted and had minimal time to eat and rest. The Troll started to lose its sanity.

An idle monster suddenly attacked by a rabid dog will surely be infuriated at the start, but its idleness in the past creates a gap in his stamina.

The bigger its body was, the easier it got tired.

Unlike Claude, who can revive from drinking the Troll’s blood, the Troll can’t do the same. Even as he bit Claude’s leg, all he got was a stomachache.

Heck, what is this thing? Is this even edible? His eyes said when he spat the leg that tasted like poison.

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"F*ck, you chomped it for free, and you dare to complain?! Urghh...." Claude said, while using Fire Palm to stop the bleeding on his leg, then ran as far as possible from the Troll.

His healing spell worked miraculously and slowly regenerated the lump in his leg, and his left arm healed from all the troll blood.

He didn’t have the time to heal his leg. He took a blade from his weapon box and made it into a crutch, thus attacking the troll again.

He won in the end, but couldn’t move far away from the troll’s corpse.

He just wakes up to drink some of the troll’s blood for a week. It might be working, but the blood tastes like sh*t.

His body can move again in the second week, and his stomach wants to eat meat. Magically, the troll’s flesh isn’t spoiled, so he let a condiment out and cooked the meat after washing it using water magic.

He drank the water from his spell delightedly, washing all the troll blood’s taste from his mouth.

Thus, the 4th month since he entered the dungeon ended with him resting and having a feast of troll and vorpal rabbit meat.

"Yah, this is truly an odd gourmet I had..."

"Sigh... How long will it take to get out of this place? I wonder how on earth does this place get this big... "

"Cr*p, it must be a year since I’ve entered this place."

Claude cannot gauge the time as he goes deeper into the dungeon without any light source.

While it’s only 4 months in real-time, he spent every day in a life-and-death manner. It’s not unusual for him to lose sight of time within this enclosed space.

The world outside was still in chaos, as Rudeus was still in the Demon continent.

Mike, spearheading the search party, felt older by the day as this 12-year-old boy had more white hair than even those older than him.

As the day passed, Claude’s condition got better.

By the time he had already healed to his prime, he had used the troll’s skin to create clothes and the bones to make another weapon.

The emptied weapon box was again filled with all kinds of bone-enchanted weapons.

"Who would’ve thought that on this life and death occasion I’d be enlightened to create more enchantment and weapon design… sigh, so this is why the main character in the story gets better once they survive death. "

"D*mn this plot armor...."

"I wish I could get more docile plot armor where I don’t lose a part of my body... sigh."

As he sighed, he also thought of giving up and living on the more accessible side of the dungeon. He didn’t want to head below and see a more terrifying monster than the troll he had fought.

"Cr*p, will there be a flock of trolls next? I really am scared to go down... Having my leg chomped isn’t a great memory, even if it grew back...."

He got scared and refused to go down.

Thus, for another 2 months, he wandered on that last floor.

Claude caresses the weapon box as he stares at the grave he has created for the Troll.

It was a tombstone where ‘Trolly the one that chomps my leg’ was written there.

Claude created a stone tablet and wrote down all of his abilities; he had already done everything he could to make the place as comfortable as possible.

-Claude The Handsome-

-Peak Advance rank 4 attribute Magician

-Peak Advanced Rank North, Sword, Water God Swordsmanship

-Low Advance Enchanter

-Master Smith

-Intermediate Time and Space Magician

-The most handsome in the world

As he categorized his skill and mastery on the tablet, he stood up and dragged the already 2-ton weapon box with a weapon inside it and the monster's material he gathered.

The fear that encroaches on him can be felt from the bottom of his heart. The foot that stays on the ground feels so heavy.

His breath got heavier as his eyes wavered.

His sweat gathered more and more, but his determination stayed strong.

Despite a slight movement, he moves forward.

His PTSD started to unchain itself.

The fact that he could move back to this floor made him feel safer, but the fact that something stronger might be waiting for him made him shudder in fear.

"Claude, move! You're the handsome and amazing Claude, not some futuristic cat who is afraid of mice!"

Thus, he slowly goes deeper below.

As his steps echoed down the stairway, he stood at the last stage and said...

"D*mn it..."

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[Edited 26/06/2022]

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