Demon King

That's when I realized. When I killed the Goblin for the first time, I also saw that I got 1 Bronze with the words, "I definitely got experience." But I didn't care at the time.

But even so, I had to pay attention when I got the lowest health potion after I broke the quest. It was a stupid mistake. I was so excited that my level had gone up that I completely forgot. More than a bar.

Everything I've gotten has been kept in here. You can often watch whatever game you play. Inventory.

I didn't think it would even be there, but I was a fool not to expect this when my level is up and my health is restored.

Thinking about it with my head, my body instinctively pushed my hand against the window that appeared in the air. I didn't hit or pass through the window. My hand was able to pick up the potion bottle in the window and pull it out.

I opened the lid and drank it. It was sweet to tears.

Changes occurred from the moment I drank all of the potions. The slow heartbeat slowly accelerated, and the warm blood spread through the body and asked for a tired body.

Most surprisingly, it was a scar on his thigh. The wound was healing at a noticeable rate. Only the lowest potion!

Soon I realized I had poor stamina enough to recover to the lowest potion.

A barrel of lowest health potions gave me the best of my condition. But if I run away again, he'll come after me. Because I have his sword.

He's definitely coming after me. Can you outrun him if you start running again? I'm not sure

But now?

You hear a loud noise coming from beyond the passageway. The Goblin who was chasing me, the Goblin in the alleyway. Two of them collided.

I know what he's thinking. I've been critically wounded, so I should be down in a few moments, and it should be enough to get rid of the runaways here.

Without the potion, it would have been exactly as he thought. But I'm fine now. Even I have a weapon.

Two of those, too.

It's worth a try.

He loses his sword and spends his strength chasing me. I'm also in the middle of a battle with another Goblin right now. Fighting takes more health than you think.

I was able to defeat more than ten Goblins in turn because I was able to recover my health by eating my enemies at the end of each battle.

But they have no prey. At least it was clear that none of the Goblins had this skill.

I stand up with a rusty knife in one hand and an empty potion bottle in the other. The potion bottle was glass. A weapon effective enough for a Goblin.

The sound stops. The battle is over. I wanted that Goblin to be mine if possible, but I couldn't help but notice it was too late.

I slowly, really slowly began to walk towards the entrance of the passageway I had entered. You hear a Goblin running from the other side. Of course, it must have been a Goblin holding a sword.

Carefully, you walk at a slow pace as if you were falling to the ground. Because he can read my movements. If I walk fast, that alone could alert him.

I lowered my stance and moved forward, holding the glass bottle tightly. I heard the Goblin's rough breathing just over there. And right away, he jumps into the hallway.

“Kee! Kee?" ”

I stood right in front of the passageway, and when I saw me not lying down, I threw a jar of glass at the face of the man who was confused.

The jar breaks and a piece of glass sticks out of his eye.

“Kick, Kick, Kick! ”

He screams and reaches out his hands. This is our only chance!

I put my sword straight. It's deep in his abdomen. Rats were wrong about the law and my hands were torn apart, but nothing compared to what he suffered. I pressed down on it and became aware of the next action.

“Ahhhh!”

I put weight on the knife and pushed him. Only the sack remains, and the dagger plunges deeper.

“Kiehei!”

He staggers backwards, vomiting blood. Both eyes were still bloody. There's no way we can get a clear line of sight.

But he was still wielding his muscular arms into the air, and if I hit him, I would fall into one shot.

So I went closer and hit him instead of another way. Rocks everywhere. I picked it up and threw it at him. It may sound silly, but I was desperate.

“Die! Die! ”

“Kiehei!”

My stone peddler was more useful than I thought, as long as the enemy was close. But he gets hit by a stone, and it gets worse and worse. One of his fists was so deadly to me.

I teased myself more carefully while reaching the absolute power difference. The man falls down after he's stabbed in the abdomen anyway. Unless your health is restored automatically.

“Kiiiiiiiiiiiy!”

You really do have that ability for a second, don't you? There was anxiety, but it wasn't. Then he's a Goblin.

The more I got hit by the stone, the less strength I felt from his fists in the air, and the moment I hit him in the head with a particularly hard marble, he fell right down.

And the window that proved him dead came to my attention in a row.

[You got EXP 100.]

[You got 10 bronze.]

[Level Up!]

[Beginner swordsmanship skill obtained.]

[Beginner casting skill obtained.]

At that moment, I felt the joy of being reborn. Level up! It was a blessing. A blessing that will allow me to survive this dungeon!

His experience was 10 times that of a Goblin. 10 times! It was a figure that made sense that I was so strong.

Moreover, there were two phrases that made me happier. Skills. You got skills!

[Beginner Slash Lv 1]

[Level to pick up the sword. When handling more swords, the skill grows. The higher the skill level, the more calibration is applied to the sword.]

[Beginner Throw Lv 1]

[Stone throwing level. The more you throw, the more the skill grows. The higher the skill level, the more calibration is applied to the throw.]

It was information I would not have liked to see. Tales of being dramatically stronger after gaining skills. It seems that the Dark Heart and Predation were special skills.

I hurled myself at his corpse, drew my sword, wiped the blade of blood off the giant he was wearing, and retrieved his inventory and put it in.

Anyway, I was a winner. I managed to reverse an enemy clearly stronger than myself. Right now, I just wanted to remember that.

And then there is victory. I look around and check for safety, then smile and whisper a small murmur.

“I'll eat well. ”

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