Chapter: 250

Fighting a single wolf was fine, but adding a second wolf would make things three times as hard.

Matheson held back no strikes and showed no mercy as he struck the wolf.

He didn’t care much about its whimpers as he repeatedly plunged his sword into its burning cuts to cause more damage. He slashed its tendons so it couldn’t pounce and sliced across its eyes. There was absolutely no mercy or charity in his blade.

It was kill or be killed, and there was no such thing as compassion when fighting beasts.

Previously when threatened, Matheson would almost instinctively start yelling about how he was a noble, how his father would punish them – but this verbal reflex was now mostly gone from his character.

The beasts don’t care about nobility, wealth or background – they only kill, and this was the core part of the reality that Matheson found himself in. It was like a wall that he ran into, shattering his reality.

Matheson was being changed by these dungeons as they made those little things seem to not even matter at all when faced with life and death.

Slowly, it was like the dungeon was teaching him, becoming a part of him.

– – –

Jay walked leisurely through the north forest of Losla. It was a nice day outside and the sun was shining, which was quite refreshing after the long, dark winter, so he took his time.

(In this world, winter was during June/July, summer was during December/January)

He was walking relatively slowly, enjoying the sunlight shafts peeking through the trees and looking at the various plants – when suddenly, he felt a small pain in his side.

*Taka taka taka*

Looking towards a sound, he saw a strange plant shooting tiny wooden barbs at him.

[-1][-1][-1]

[You are poisoned]

[-0.8 damage per second for 5 seconds]

“What the?”

There wasn’t much pain, and it seemed like his cloak was blocking most of the damage as well as the poison. The wooden barbs were already consumed by the Molodus coat.

Suddenly, a small crab-shaped rock opened up, and from underneath, two tiny cylinders poked out and began shooting Jay with rock spikes.

*taka taka taka taka*

[-2][-2]

“Ouch.” Jay got his shield out and blocked most of the spikes easily. The deathwalkers sentry immediately squeezed his arm, warning him of nearby enemies – though this much was obvious.

The small turrets took some time to set themselves up before firing, which gave Jay ample time to prepare.

*flut flut flut*