Chapter 11: Fusion
[You have leveled up]
A grin spread across Lucien's lips as he watched his level climb higher. He couldn't find words for the feeling, but it filled him with such raw excitement that all he wanted was to stay here—keep killing, dodge death, fight through the pain, and deal it back twice as hard.
Strange that he enjoyed it. Even stranger that he'd never cared for boxing or any combat sport.
Maybe there was a difference between watching others fight and throwing the punches yourself. He loved this battlefield where he was trapped, every heartbeat spent dodging injury, every breath stolen from death's grasp.
The rush was intoxicating. Complete. That's why he didn't mind the cuts and bruises scattered across his body.
Better yet, he wasn't dying so easily now. Nine level ups had boosted his health from a measly hundred to nine hundred points. Death felt further away.
Sure, the Black Wolves grew stronger and smarter as he pushed deeper into the dungeon. But that was the whole point of his joy.
[PLAYER PROFILE]
Name: Cien
Alias: Sharp-Killer
Gender: Male