Chapter 21: Fastest Dungeon Raid 3
Upon entering the fourth floor, Alex was greeted by the sight of a vast, murky swamp. The air was thick with humidity, and an acrid stench of decay permeated the environment. Patches of stagnant water lay scattered across the uneven ground, their surfaces shimmering with a greenish hue that hinted at the toxic nature of the swamp. The dense canopy of twisted trees loomed overhead, their gnarled roots snaking through the mud like the tendrils of some ancient creature.
Despite the oppressive atmosphere, Alex felt a sense of calm wash over him. His body possessed a natural immunity to poisons, a gift that would serve him well in this treacherous landscape. He took a cautious step forward, careful not to disturb the sludge beneath his feet. The sounds of the swamp enveloped him—distant croaks of unseen creatures, the rustle of leaves, and the occasional plop of something large dropping into the water.
As he ventured deeper into the murky depths, Alex activated his Divine Sense, extending it to detect any lurking dangers. Shadows flitted just beyond his perception, and he knew that the poisonous waters harbored creatures well-suited to this environment. His senses tingled with anticipation, aware that he must remain vigilant.
Suddenly, a massive form erupted from the murky depths, a grotesque creature resembling a giant frog. Its skin was slick and mottled, camouflaged against the swampy backdrop. With a powerful leap, it landed just a few meters away, its bulging eyes fixed on Alex with predatory intent.
''Croak! Croak!"
Unfazed, Alex raised his magic gun, channeling his magic power to prepare an ice bullet. He aimed at the creature, his focus unwavering. As the creature lunged, he pulled the trigger, the ice bullet slicing through the humid air. It struck the frog squarely in the mouth, freezing it instantly. The creature convulsed for a moment before collapsing into the swamp, leaving only ripples in its wake.
Reluctant to traverse the swampy ground and dirty his shoes, Alex repeatedly fired ice bullets, crafting a path of solid ice beneath him to facilitate his movement.
As he proceeded, more giant frogs lunged at him, but their fates were no different from the first. With each encounter, he dispatched them swiftly, the icy projectiles rendering them immobile before they could pose any threat. However, as he ventured deeper into the swamp, the environment grew increasingly toxic, and the monsters shifted in nature.
He soon encountered lizardmen, towering nearly two meters tall, wielding crude weapons adorned with sharp points. Their eyes glinted with malice as they approached, but before their archers could take aim, Alex struck with precision. He unleashed a flurry of ice bullets, taking them down before they could react.
Upon discovering what appeared to be a small village nestled within the swamp, he recognized an opportunity. Without hesitation, he launched a barrage of flame bullets, igniting the structures and setting the village ablaze. The flames roared to life, illuminating the darkness of the swamp as chaos erupted. Those who attempted to flee were met with a relentless rain of bullets, and the onslaught quickly turned into a one-sided slaughter.