Chapter: 345

Next, six spearman statues marched out and formed into a defensive position at the entrance.

“Looks like there’s a welcoming party.” Jay said as he gazed at them.

“Ready?” he glanced at Anya with a slight smile.


*Shring shring clang shring*

Matheon’s sword made a ringing noise as it sliced and bounced off the stone statues.

“Hmm…” he frowned slightly before jumping back and staying at a safe distance.

“This isn’t working… and my fire gem has no effect on their stone bodies.”

“… perhaps the mist keep dungeon isn’t right for me… but the silt wolf one is a little too advanced.”

Matheson decided to leave the dungeon and do some thinking, he needed to find a dungeon that was somewhere inbetween.

“Hmm. The soap rat dungeon is a little too low level now, it’s not worth my time… perhaps I will try one of those non-instanced dungeons. I know there’s a level three one somewhere in the south.”

Matheson decided to head back to the association to find the level three dungeon he vaguely remembered seeing.

The non-instanced dungeons were not as popular, as people competed over enemies to kill.

Since these dungeons were non-instanced, if people in two different parties went into one, they would see each other. No one would be alone or separate in these dungeons.

Enemies would respawn quickly, and these dungeons were more like basic hunting grounds than lucrative adventures. They generally didn’t have progression, and the bosses were not as threatening as an instanced level three dungeon would be..

Overall, the non-instanced dungeons were much easier than their instanced counterparts.

Leaving mist keep, Matheson ran up the hill past the quarry and headed into the association.

After having his clothes shredded by silt wolves, he had since bought some black close-fitting clothes with a dark hide tunic, complete with shoulder pauldrons.

The guards no longer mocked him either, as his running stride seemed more professional and his new clothes were no longer billowing around; they matched the focused hungry flame within his eyes.

Entering the association, he found the map location.

[Feral Plains – Level 3 Dungeon]

[Non-instanced] [Unlocked]

“It’s pretty close to the stink-rat marsh. Good.” Matheson thought as he looked at it.

There was added information about the dungeon too, a simple note which said ‘swarm tactics’.

“Swarm tactics? Sounds stupid.” he thought as he turned and left the association.

Matheson decided he would head home for a quick meal and drop his new trophies off before continuing on his mission to get stronger and become independent.