The Pitiful Orcs…
Galen's mood instantly soured since he was denied his anticipated blood-boiling battle.
Walking down the stairs to the next floor, he finally thought of a way to vent his frustration.
Spending 30 origin mana, he created a pair of mediocre, common grade Gauntlets and equipped them.
To prevent them from breaking apart with a single punch, he reinforced the weapons by coating them with a thin layer of compressed mana drawn form his abundant mana pool.
Slamming his fists together and sending countless sparks flying from the point of collision,
Galen said with a villainous smirk.
"Let's go smash some skulls, shall we?"
For the next fifteen minutes, that's exactly what he did.
With a maniac smile, he threw himself in the midst of all the monsters he came across and brutally crushed their heads left and right, not even minding the blood and gore splattering on himself.
The third floor spawned Orcs as the floor monsters.
These towering monsterities with a height of almost four meters, were built like world–class bodybuilders with bulging muscles on every part of the body.
These Orcs are also absolute battle maniacs.
Rather than waiting and analysing, they threw themselves at anything in front of them with absolute ferocity.
But because of their abnormal physical strength, they would be the ones to usually emerge victorious in the end.
Another factor that made them really dangerous was their numbers.
Orcs, just like their goblin cousins, have very high reproduction rates. Even the smallest settlement one could find in the wilderness would normally have more than a hundred orcs.
Inside this dungeon, from level 26 to 45, each group had ten of these muscular Orcs, with later groups even having a few Orc Shamans, evolved from goblin shamans.
But none of this mattered to the displeased Galen who kept smashing through their ranks like stepping on weak ants.
Though each of them had plenty of valuable skills they could use at this point, the pitiful Orcs weren't able to put up the slightest bit of resistance before dying in droves at Galen's hands.
Even the final boss of this whole dungeon, a level 45 Orc Lord at the peak of Rare grade, possessing both abnormal strength of normal orcs and magic spells of orc shamans, only lasted till a single punch of his gauntleted hand vaporized his entire existence.
The reason...?
Galen's overgrown stats at the moment after killing all those rare grade monsters.
Excluding the boss he had killed a total of 200 rare grade monsters while technically still being an unranked human.
This netted him a truckload of exp.
From the third floor alone he had gone from level 1 to level 10 a hundred times, before he stored all of those (a total of 900 levels) in his system and returned back to level 1 again.
But his stats…
They had risen astronomically…
As if no limits existed for him.
And in truth, they didn't.
Because of his unique trait – Limitless Growth,
He really had no limits.
The result..?
[ Name : Galen Vaelthorn
Level : 1
Class : none
Rank : none
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Stats ;
Strength : 234 –> 2034 ( 234+1800 )
( 900 levels, +2 for each level up. )
Strength : 234 –> 2034
Vitality : 234 –> 2034
Agility : 234 –> 2034
Dexterity : 234 –> 2034
Intelligence : 334 –> 2134
Charm : 234 –> 2034
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Mana : 21340
Origin mana : 33 –> 3
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Stored Levels : 102 –> 1002
System Points : 12210.
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A/N :
Yes, I know.
He is basically cheating at this point.