Chapter: 334

“Snakey? Wormey? Squiggly-boi? Sir Noodle? Limp dick?” He suddenly had a cheeky grin on his face.

“Anya would definitely kill me if she found out that I called it Limp dick. Perhaps most people would.” he chuckled, “That’s probably a bigger offence than what being a necromancer is.”

A part of him wanted to call it ‘Mr. Wiggle’ but he decided he should actually give it a decent name this time.

The parasitic worm was one of a kind after all, and while it would be hilarious to Jay, it seemed like the worm was much more intuitive than his skeletons, much more lifelike, almost like it had a personality.

It also was a great little helper and was physically close to Jay; nursing itself around his neck to protect its master. Jay valued its sense of love mixed in with its undying loyalty.

Yes, he valued it and a strange part of him wanted to pet it even though its head was a smooth, slender bone of a warped soap rat skull.

He shook his head, getting rid of his smile. “I’ll give it more thought. It deserves a good name.”

Next Jay headed back to the mist keep dungeon.

He decided to start practising the mana sense ability as he walked.

At first he had to stand still to activate it, but after a while he was able to slowly take a step forward. After a while he got more used to the feeling and soon walked forward slowly while keeping it activated.

Soon enough, he was walking nearly at normal pace again – though he did feel himself getting mentally drained as his mana was being depleted. It was like a large weight on his concentration.

Unfortunately, Jay still had not gotten a notification from the system that he has learnt the mana sense skill, so it seemed like it would require much more practice from him.

“Oh well…” he stopped trying and started a light jog to the mist keep dungeon.

“I wonder what the third pyramid has in store for me.”


As Jay arrived at the mist keep dungeon there were adventurers out the front like usual, but Jay still didn’t see Stephen this time. This caused him to smile, and the atmosphere even seemed more positive without that guy here.

Most adventures didn’t approach Jay now, they realised it was pointless to try and recruit him into their parties, but many still looked with gawking expressions; still shocked that Jay was level 9.

Jay passed by them as usual without saying a word, but he noticed that the group sizes were much smaller now, with the majority of adventurers in parties of two or three.

There were not even any parties of 5 anymore.

“Huh, I guess three must be the ideal number?” thought Jay as he walked past quietly.

This party size served the adventurers of Losla well, because now the more experienced duo’s were taking in lower level people and helping them to level up as a trio.

The majority had melee-based classes too, and they were finding that the ideal party structure consisted of two melee with either one ranged or one mana.

At least for now it was ideal anyway, as the higher level dungeons sometimes required small armies of men; blacksmiths, hospitals, mess halls inside fortified base camps were constructed in such dungeons, being necessary to conquer them.

Of course, the rewards would similarly reflect such grand efforts.

Just before Jay entered the level three dungeon, he saw a familiar face – Anya. He simply nodded and was going to walk past, not desiring to talk with her.