He had kind of expected an elven village to be close by, but no, not that he could see anyway. The low rolling hills reminded him of the fifth floor, though with a lot more trees. It wasn’t exactly a forest, but there were lots of what looked like pine trees clumped together in groups here and there. The spacing was random, making him wonder if the water source they relied on was perhaps underground. None of this is what made him gape though.
It was gone. As soon as he had exited the dungeon, that constant need to go deeper into the dungeon disappeared. The feeling weirdly reminded him of busting to go and then relieving yourself in the bathroom. His thoughts had constantly been drawn to the feeling over the past few weeks, and now it felt like he could finally focus again. He turned around, ready to inform his family, but stopped. He still was unsure how safe it was outside the dungeon. The feeling might be annoying, but safety was his number one priority. He would let them know after he had scouted around.
With an easy path ahead through the grass, he decided to test his speed. Excitement bubbled through him. He hadn’t fully tested any of his capabilities yet. This was going to be fun. Choosing to head west first he coiled his legs in preparation, then he was off. He was fast. Very fast. Laughing with pure joy at the fun of it he continued to race straight west, taking in the surroundings as he went. The rabbit was pushing to nearly sixty kilometres an hour if his rough calculations were right. And with his [INTELLIGENCE] he reckoned they were close.
The hills slowly turned into small mountains, then back into hills, before turning into flat plains that turned into a sparse rainforest that eventually hit the coast with sandy beaches. The only thing that had stopped him from continuing was the water. He was slightly huffing, but the bunny could have kept going for much longer. The effects of his stats were incredible. Disappointment resonated through him at still not finding out the full extent of what his levels could achieve. Oh well. At least he had scouted the full five to six hours the journey had taken him west. His [ULTRASOUND] and [GUIDANCE] skills had also done some of the work to take in the immediate territory.
Now there was a choice to make. Head all the way back and search in a different direction, or head north to where he had spotted the first sign of humanoid life outside the dungeon. The large tribe of more than five hundred humanoids were situated a kilometre away from him on the edge of the rainforest. His awesome hearing skill could help him make out shapes just from the vibrations within the skills vicinity. From the sound alone he could tell they were much shorter, just four to five feet tall. Their language was guttural and he had been surprised to understand its strange intonations despite his overpowered communication skill. The grammar was simple, reminding him of Chinese, even though he’d never actually learnt it. Knowing languages without learning them first was still giving his brain ‘what the heck’ vibes. Maybe he’d get used to it eventually, or it would always hit him strangely whenever he heard a new language. After some deliberation, the rabbit decided to head northwards to see what and who his closest known neighbours were.
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Greenskin – [GOBLIN] – [LEVEL 16]
Greenskin – [YOUNG GOBLIN] – [LEVEL 9]
Greenskin – [GREEN GOBLIN] – [LEVEL 32]
Greenskin – [HOBGOBLIN] – [LEVEL 34]
Greenskin – [GREATER HOBGOBLIN CHEIF] – [LEVEL 61]
Besides the chief, the highest levelled goblin was forty-two. He could take them, not all at once obviously, but the only real hurdle looked like the [LEVEL 61] leader. He did not want to be smooshed because he underestimated what in games were the starter monsters. Wait a minute. Hey! Why did his [KIND] tag say monster and theirs didn’t? Were goblins not classified as monsters? Come to think of it, all of the beasts he had passed on his way to the coast had been classified as Canine, Feline or Bovine, etc. Why wasn’t he Leporine? He hadn’t originally known that word, but the translation skill had made him understand what the classification of a rabbit would and should be. There was only one explanation. Was it because he was born in the dungeon? Even the tags of the wolves he had tamed were Monster. Interesting. His theory checked out.
Back to the actual decision of whether he would approach the new neighbours… No. Bad idea. If these beings were anything like the stereotypes of the games back in his previous world, then even if he could talk, all they would see was a good fur and some meat for their stew. Maybe he would come back and try again at a higher level. Moving on then. Instead of going back, they bunny continued north through the stretch of rainforest running beside the beaches and cliffs. There were a few predators that tried to eat him as he raced along, but he either defeated them, or was too much trouble to chase with his teleport skill moving him sideways out of the chaser’s path.
All things considered, the trip was one [ROGER] enjoyed immensely. Whenever the rabbit got tired, he would just dig a burrow and then collapse the tunnel. Safe and sound. In truth he didn’t have that many opponents that could go toe to toe with his level. The highest had been a tiger-like creature that had been [LEVEL 57]. If he’d been smart about it, he could have run circles around the creature and worn it out. Either that, or used his magic against it. The feline had been fire-based but its magic was weak and unfocused, also extremely inefficiently used. The beast seemed to have come into its magic recently and relied way to heavily on instincts alone. He had left it be though. He was not out to hunt, and he wasn’t really looking for levels.
As two full moons shone in the sky alongside twinkling stars, a white streak continued northbound. His hearing sensed it just as dawn broke. A city. An actual civilised city. People that looked human and some that didn’t, roamed the streets. As the sun crept above the horizon, he saw it from the top of a small mountain. After hearing the hustle and bustle of civilisation he had detoured in a north-east direction, more east than north. There were no roads from the north, west or south directions, however there was a clear trade route heading east from the city. Horses and wagons moseyed out the gate as the people began their travels with the rising of the sun.