Change of plan.
Lyssandra had to kill those goblins somehow.
But she was confident she could do it with a little planning here and a bit of stalking there.
From the hunted, she would become the hunter.
She quickly regained her focus and chased after the goblins, her steps silent despite her haste.
But halfway there, she suddenly knelt down, her stomach grumbling violently.
"How long has it been since I last ate? I can't remember."
Still, she kept pushing forward.
Nothing could stop her not even the growing hunger gnawing at her insides.
After a long time, she was still following those creatures.
They were getting smarter, avoiding big foes but overwhelming smaller opponents with numbers and their agility.
But they were still living creatures; they had to rest and eat.
And that was when Lyssandra would strike.
After a battle with a kind of wolf monster, the scene unfolded.
It was small, the same height as the goblin.
Seemed like a young wolf monster with black fur and striking lightning patches on it.
The wolf was fierce, fighting with everything it had.
With its speed, it could keep pace with the goblins.
It could even shoot lightning from its mouth.
"Scan it," she commanded.
Name: Lightning Wolf Species: Beast
Level: 5
Description: A sleek, black-furred predator marked with jagged lightning patterns that glow faintly across its body. Its muscles coil with explosive power, and static electricity crackles in the air around it. At high speeds, its form blurs like a streak of lightning.
Abilities:
Lightning Fang: Bites infused with electricity, causing shock and paralysis. Thunderbolt Breath: Fires a concentrated bolt of lightning from its mouth at distant targets. High-Speed Movement: Exceptional agility and speed, making it difficult to track or hit. Static Field: Passively emits electricity that shocks nearby enemies on contact. Pack Instinct: Gains increased coordination and combat efficiency when fighting in groups.
Weaknesses:
Grounding: Earth-based attacks can disperse or reduce its electrical power. Overload: Excessive energy use may temporarily slow it down. Core Organs: Despite its speed, it has the typical durability of a beast—critical hits are effective.
Threat Level: High Recommendation: Avoid direct confrontation. Use grounding or insulating methods to reduce its electrical attacks. Limit its mobility and strike when it slows down.
The details showed the Lightning Wolf, Level 5.
Meanwhile, those three goblins were all Level 4.
In the end, it couldn't withstand the hit-and-run tactics of those cunning goblins.
Death was the only option for the creature.
But even in the end, the lightning wolf left them with many scratches, wounds, and charred skin patches.
They made annoying sounds while eating the wolf raw, tearing into the bloody meat with bare teeth.
"It's time," Lyssandra muttered.
From her distance—only twenty meters between her and those goblins—she moved.
She stood to one side, then extruded a slime-like hand toward the other side.
It followed the stone roof of the maze, blending perfectly into the shadows on the opposite side of the hallway.
With a hardened finger, she tapped slowly against that side of the wall.
A rhythmic tap… tap… echoed.
Those goblins were too tired and distracted by eating the wolf, so she had to increase the volume of the tapping sounds.
"Come on, come over here," she bellowed, her voice echoing down the corridor.
Finally, one of the goblins couldn't take it anymore.
It kicked another goblin and yelled at it to check the origin of the damn sound.
The kicked goblin grumbled but still grabbed a wooden buckler and a wooden sword from its friend.
It cautiously advanced toward the cross-section, stepping forward one foot at a time.
Moving slowly and steadily, the fatigue from the previous battle couldn't let it concentrate for too long.
It peeked over the wall to check, but nothing was there.
Just an empty, infinitely stretching stone hall.
It was about to turn back when suddenly, a raspy and hollow voice came from behind it.
"Looking for me?"
Without letting it react, Lyssandra thrust her hand—now tipped with five claw-like nails—into the goblin's throat.
It decapitated its head in an instant.
The horror was etched onto the expression even as the body fell.
Then she leveled up.
Now these were her current stats:
Level: 4
HP: 52/85 → 110
MP: 15/20 → 30
LP: 7
Stats:
STR (Strength): 2 AGI (Agility): 1 → 2 VIT (Vitality): 7 INT (Intelligence): 2 DEX (Dexterity): 2 → 3 LUK (Luck): 1 LIB (Libido): 100
Then suddenly, her head ached.
White sensory flashes erupted inside her mind.
Cities, glass towers, electric lights, machine hums…
Many of those images didn't even make sense to her.
She tried to stand up, but the flooding images and light disoriented her completely.
"I think I remember something," she whispered, blinking away the haze. "About this place."
"This is called Nazas Dungeon, and inside it was full of monsters."
But she still didn't know why she ended up here.
Leaving that mystery aside for now, she couldn't dwell on it; getting stronger was the top priority.
Quickly, she brought the severed head of the goblin close.
She licked a single drop of blood from its pale lips.
[Absorption] activated.
She gained a passive skill: [Strong Metabolism].
A passive skill that granted the user an extremely efficient digestive system, capable of breaking down and absorbing almost any substance.
Slowly, she put the head down and looked at the body.
She hesitated at first, but to survive, she had to do it.
"I have to," she muttered.
She knelt down, turning her hand into a sharp knife.
She started butchering the carcass, slicing through skin and muscle with ruthless precision.
Holding the bloody red flesh in her hand, clutching it tightly as if it were her enemy, she took a bite and chewed on the tender meat.
Then, suddenly, a burst of sweetness and rich, savory flavor—like high-grade beef—filled her taste buds.
"This is… actually good," she blurted out, still swallowing the raw meat.
She went on and on, like a voracious beast, consuming the whole corpse until nothing remained.
Then she noticed that her health was full again.
110/110 HP.
"Was this the effectiveness of the new [Strong Metabolism] skill?"
She felt stronger, invigorated more than ever before.
She stood up, flexing her muscles, causing the bulge in her stomach to stir.
"Ahhh~"
She moved too suddenly, feeling the warmth spread.
It was just too good.
She moaned softly while holding her full belly, a shiver running down her spine.
Then came another piece of good news.
She could choose a skill for this level-up.
They appeared clearly on the screen:
[Increase 10% VIT (Base Value)]
[Alluring Feint]: Distracts the target with seductive movements, lowering their guard and reducing defense temporarily.
[Novice Craftsman]: Reduces the required materials to craft basic objects by half.
The obvious choice was [Alluring Feint].
With this, killing the rest of the goblins would be much easier.
She selected the skill without hesitation.
The two goblins had just finished their meal.
Then they started packing up and went looking for their lost friend.
Stepping close to the position where they sent their companion, instead of a green goblin, they found a beautiful woman sitting against the wall.
Her leather shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a massive cleavage.
Two pink nipples were faintly visible beneath the thin skin.
She whimpered while squeezing those breasts.
"It's quite hot here, don't you think? I wish I could just get these clothes off me, but the dungeon is too scary."
Her voice trembled with feigned fear and desire.
"Can you handsome creatures come and help me?"
[Alluring Feint] activated
As struck by lightning, the two goblins just stood there.
Their eyes half-opened, blank and filled with lust.
Saliva dripped down their chins as their feet took slow, stumbling steps toward the woman.
"If I could bring this female back to the chief, he would reward me with a lot of meat and females," the same thought popped up inside both their minds simultaneously.
Then they stopped on their track.
"No! This beautiful female is mine and mine only!"
They turned to the side, catching the same lustful stare from the other accomplice.
The wicked glare shifted to realization, then anger blinded them.
One of the goblins screeched a battle cry and rushed in, intending to strike its friend with the wooden sword.