[Welcome to the Dungeon Earthling!]
[Since it is your first time arriving here, you have been gifted a random skill and a fitting weapon. Your goal is to survive and climb the floors. Unless you wish to waste this opportunity given to only 9 other Earthlings on the planet.]
“What a weird ass dream.” Brad rubbed his nose. “Where is my weapon and skill at?”
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Another game-like window popped up in front of his face. He responded yes to it and soon a familiar object fell from the window along with a strange feeling in his gut. It took a few moments before the feeling settled and once it did, Brad instantly understood that this dream was some really high detailed shit. This skill he got gave him the ability to restore shit. If he broke one of his bones or got a concussion, he could just use this skill on it and it’d be like he was never injured in the first place!
“So, what am I supposed to do here?” Brad picked up the familiar spiral object and saw that it had a whole tiny window of its own!
[Starter Wooden Football (Normal)]
[Durability – 100/100]
[Equipment Limit – None]
[Explanation – A wooden football perfect for a beginner to use. It has no special abilities.]
“Huh. I wonder what the hell do I look like then.” He grabbed his arm and a menu detailing himself popped up.
[Name: Brad Race: Human Sex: Male]
[Class: None Title: None]
[Level: 1]
[HP – 100/100 MP – 0/0]
[Strength – 15 Dexterity – 10 Constitution – 15]
[Intelligence – 10 Magic – 0 Charm – 20 Luck – 10]
[Skills – Low-rank Restoration (Lv1) Low-rank Dash (Lv2) Low-rank Throw (Lv3)]
[Current Skill Points: 0]
“Are these numbers even good? How am I supposed to know if I'm awesome or not?” These could be shit numbers for all he knew.
[The average Earthling starts at 10 for all stats except magic.]
“So, I am good.” Brad was a little bit satisfied with that but he wanted to become even better.
At the end of the dark hallway, he could see a figure at the end of it staring at him. Honestly, it was starting to bother him as he was still figuring this dream shit out.
“If you got a problem with me then get over here and let’s fight. If not, look another way and screw off pal!”
[That’s one of the dungeon monsters. It is your goal to defeat them or sneak pass them to enter the next floor. Killing more monsters will allow you to level up better but is riskier.]
“Level up? So, this shit is just like a game?” Brad’s little sister loves that shit.
[It resembles the games you Earthlings speak of. But this is no game. Inside the dungeon, everything you feel here would be the same as if you felt it in real life. Pain, pleasure, death. Everything is recreated here. If you die here, you will be locked out of the dungeon for one Earth week.]
“So, if I level up here and get stronger, it’ll follow me back to Earth?” Brad suddenly realized the opportunity he was given.
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[Correct.]
“Oi! Asshole!” Brad yelled at the guy down the hall.
Brad brought his football into his forearm, acting as a pocket for the football to be securely held against it. His fingers completely covering the front tip of the ball. The young wannabe football star’s arm supported the weight of the ball instead of just his hand or fingers to keep it from slipping. He dashed towards the prick and as he got closer. He suddenly realized it wasn’t a person at all but really some frog monster!
“Now I really won’t feel sorry for this!” Brad rushed into the monster with his shoulder.
The momentum built from his charge and his naturally powerful body allowed him to nearly kill the monster in one blow. Its stone dagger was knocked to the floor and it slid across the stone floor, heavily injured. Brad walked his way over and mounted the monster. He raised his football and slammed it on the frog creature’s face. It croaked out in obvious pain but none of it matter to Brad. This was just some weird ass game or dream or whatever. This thing’s life didn’t matter.
Brad’s football slammed itself into the face of the frog several times until it was on the verge of death and then he grinned as it begged for mercy.
“Did you think that you would die so easily?” His hand glowed with a white light.
‘Peaceful!? What about any of this is peaceful you lunatic!?’ It would’ve cursed if it understood Brad’s language.
The next several hours were spent rapidly leveling his restoration skill until he felt himself unable to use it any further. It was a tough time subduing the frog monster every time he restored him back to full health, but Brad wasn’t the future star quarterback at his school for nothing. Only a freshman and he’s already planning to be the star quarterback with the hottest girl in school as his girlfriend. If he couldn’t deal with some stupid frog monster, then he’d be better off killing himself.
After finishing the monster off, Brad made his way through the dungeon. There was nothing but a long hallway, floor, and ceiling with stone. At the end of his long walk, he found some stairs and went up them. Then he leveled up. Brad immediately placed his 5 points for leveling up into Strength and Constitution. 3 for Constitution and 2 for Strength. The effects are instantaneous for Brad as he flexed his biceps. He also gained 1 Skill Point that could be put into any skill he had. This was put into his low-ranked Dash, bringing it up to Lv3. A star quarterback had to be fast right?
In the middle of flexing, he was suddenly attacked just as he made it up the stairs by a bunch of rats! “What the fuck!?” He panicked and tried to pry them off himself. Their tiny little rat bites were more annoying than painful but having small little creatures climbing up on you and biting you was enough to throw any normal person into a panic.
“Get the hell off of me!” Brad squeezed the life out of any rats he managed to catch with his hands, his football had long fell to the floor.
Realizing that trying to crush them one by one wasn’t working, Brad dropped to the floor and started to roll around, squishing them with his body. This didn’t kill all of them but it worked for a majority of them. The rest could be stomped to death or thrown at the wall. By the time all the rats were killed, Brad was covered in little spots of blood, fur, and rat guts. He picked up his football with a disgruntled look on his face as he heard a noise behind him. His gut instinct was to throw his football in that direction.
So, he did.
“Whoa there kid. It was pretty funny seeing you roll around like that just for some rats. Let me guess, you’re new to the dungeons huh?” Some hot lady was standing behind a counter. His football bounced off some invisible wall in front of the shop. Dungeon Shop was its name.
“I’m on the second floor. What do you think smart ass?” He grumbled as he went over to pick up his football.
“No need to be angry at me. I wasn’t the one biting ya and crawling all over you.” She raised her hands in a defensive manner.
“Shut it. Just tell me what you want to tell me before I leave.”
“I ain’t got nothing to tell ya and no one’s stopping you from leaving. Just head down that corridor with them hundreds of little red eyes staring this way.”
“Ahuh... Whatever.” Brad grumbled as he readied himself to take on those rodents.
He gripped his football tight and dashed down the hallway straight into the wave of rats. By the time Brad woke up, he made it through 4 floors before he died. Some stupid ass fairies used their bullshit magic on him and slowly killed him in the most annoying way possible. Since his constitution was so high, it made it nearly impossible for the fairies to hurt him with anything besides magic. Brad couldn’t access the system when he was woke but he could certainly feel the strength from the dungeon still coursing within him. Before he died, his status looked a little something like this.
[Name: Brad Race: Human Sex: Male]
[Class: None Title: Amateur Footballer]
[Level: 5]
[HP – 100/100 MP – 0/0]
[Strength – 33 Dexterity – 15 Constitution – 37]
[Intelligence – 15 Magic – 0 Charm – 20 Luck – 10]
[Skills – Low-rank Restoration (Lv7) Low-rank Dash (Lv7) Low-rank Throw (Lv4) Low-rank Football Technique (Lv7)]
[Current Skill Points: 3]
If that voice from the start was telling the truth, then this starting year for school was going to be the best damn year ever! Before fading away from his magical injuries, Brad put his 3 skill points into Low-rank Restoration. Raising it into the now Mid-rank Restoration. He had a month to prepare himself for those shitty fairies and their bullshit magic. Right now, he still had no idea how to take them on except charging at them with his dash skill and killing them before they could paralyze him. Maybe he could ask his little sister for advice or one of the nerds at school. They should know about crap like this, right?