Chapter 48: The Chaos Warrior


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    The misty haze of the morning sun filtered through the clouded window, casting a warm glow on the old wooden floor.


    With the sun on his back, Adam sat at the edge of his bed with a thoughtful look.


    His interface floated right in front of him, which had slightly changed.


    ***


    [Name: Adam Palestar]


    [Level: 0]


    [XP: 0/0]


    [HP: 50/50]


    [Rank: Coinfeeder]


    [Weapon: Steel Shortsword + Round Shield]


    [Shinecoin: 0]


    [—— SKILLS--]


    [-Little God-]


    [-Basic de Handling-]


    [Inventory]


    [Log Off]


    ***


    Two skills had appeared.


    ''If I recall correctly, Little God skill wasn''t there to begin with. Therefore, it appeared as soon as I used it the first time. I suppose it counted as me learning it.


    ''Basic de Handling appeared like it was supposed to. It is still at zero percent, and I can''t really use it inbat yet.


    ''It isn''t a normal skill. It is a passive skill. It increases my handling of the sword. It is like the Little God skill, which is passive. Unlike active skills, I don''t need to shout out the skill name for it to work.


    ''However, Little God is still the strangest passive skill. It activates when I want to, so it is basically a mix of passive and active skills. I still don''t need to say ''Little God'' out loud for it to work.


    ''After I learn Basic de Handling, my swordsmanship will increase slightly. I''ve already seen the effects of my swordsmanship, as I am not as good as a swordsman as I was in my previous life.


    ''Not that I was any good; I was decent enough, I guess, butpared to the best


    swordmasters, I was way behind. I had learned all the way to Expert de Handling and I can see the effects clearly.''


    In his previous life, Adam''s style of fighting was a mixture of different things. He used a sword and shield to fight, and his role in the guild was that of a Tank.


    Tank''s job was to protect Magick Masters while they bombarded Chaosbeings with their magical spells.


    His swordmanship was above average; his skill with the shield was considered good as he was able to defend against attacks from swordmasters.


    However, he was still considered a powerhouse as his level was quite high, and even without that, because of Little God skill, he was able to fight mercenaries that were higher level than him.


    There was one thing that he was considered a master at-movement.


    His Little God skill and his natural speed made him an enemy that was both respected and feared. On battlefields, he killed hundreds before the enemy was even able to see what was happening.


    It was also the reason why Cmity chose to use a specific type of Chaosbeing Essence as poison. It nullified his speed as itpletely paralyzed him.


    Cmity was afraid of his movement; he knew that if Adam could move freely, they wouldn''t have been able to kill him.


    Adam would''ve killed his treacherous friends and could''ve put in a proper battle against Cmity. However, it was still unlikely he would''ve been able to beat Cmity, who stood near the apex of power.


    Still, he would''ve been able to escape.


    None of the mercenaries ever considered Tanks to be quick. They were often muscr, slow, and physically powerful. That''s why Adam was an anomaly and a big threat.


    ''I don''t have time to learn the Basic de Handling for now.''


    Adam pulled out his silver timepiece, checked the time, and saw it was soon time for the third floor to open.


    ''The third floor''s boss...''


    ...


    Third Floor, three hours past dawn.


    A group of yers walked down the rock-walled passageways, following behind a young man with short hair and a slicked-back style.


    Most yers were yawning and rubbing their sleepy eyes. They stayed awake for so long in themon room that they only had a few hours of sleep.


    "Here!" The young man shouted excitedly, pointing towards arge wooden door at the end of the hallway.


    ''It took three hours to walk here.'' Adam checked the time on his timepiece and added that to his mind.


    "Alright, let''s work together, guys!" Donald said, trying to encourage everyone to work


    together.


    However, to many, the second floor was a one time thing. This time, most of the different groups were nning to do this alone instead of coborating.


    Adam stayed silent, drew his shortsword with his right hand, and pulled out a shield from his


    back with his left.


    ''Remember the attack patterns, remember...''


    Ramon quickly walked over to the heavy-looking wooden door and mmed his hands against it. Then, while grunting and screaming, he pushed the heavy door open.


    As the door opened,nterns lit up across the ceiling and the floor. The room was a big chamber, filled with weapons and armor lining up the walls.


    There were skeletons, holding rusty weapons, lying beside the armor racks.


    All the skeletons had simrities, it looked like they had been shed by sharp objects as there were sword wounds on their bones. The skeletons appeared to have been warriors who


    died in battle.


    The yers slowly entered the room, slowly moving forward as if they were all hesitating to


    step further.


    At that moment, a sword fell from the ceiling and stabbed through the ground, right in the middle of the chamber room. It looked massive and ancient, with arge de and long


    handle.


    It definitely wasn''t a one-handed sword. It also seemed too heavy to be wielded with two


    hands.


    "Just what kind of person can wield that kind of weapon..." A yer whispered to himself, but


    it was heard by nearby yers.


    They also gulped and nodded, wondering the same thing.


    C-c-c-crack!


    At that moment, the ceiling copsed onto the heavy-looking sword, but amidst all the dust and debris, a figure emerged with one hand wrapped around the sword''s hilt.


    The yers drew their weapons and moved to their attacking stances. But then, their eyes


    widened as text appeared over the figure.


    [The Chaos Warrior, Kuruma]


    [Health: 100%]


    ''Health as a percentage?'' Ramon furrowed his brows and tightened his hold on his machete.


    ''This is different, very different.''


    ''The children''s games have been yed.'' Adam thought with a serious look. ''First and second floors are a jokepared to this and the rest of the dungeon. The real, dangerous Chaosbeings have their health as percentages.


    ''Bloody Chaosbeing and The Clown Boy are considered minor Chaosbeings, even if they''re Floor Bosses. They''re still nothingpared to the real threats, like The Chaos Warrior.''


    After the dust cleared, everyone saw a rusty-armored figure, enormously tall. It was nearly five meters tall, bulging with muscles beneath the thick armor. It wore rusty armor with a helmet that covered the entirety of its face.


    It didn''t have any visible weaknesses or openings in its armor.


    At that moment, Kuruma raised its sword with one hand. It didn''t seem to even struggle as it lifted the heavy weapon above its head.


    Swoosh-an arrow flew from somewhere andnded on Kuruma''s chest. However, it bounced off harmlessly, as if the arrow were made out of stic.


    A yer, with a bow in hand, paled and stumbled backwards with a pale face. He felt naked, as


    he felt like he was currently being stared at by Kuruma, even though its head wasn''t facing his


    direction.


    At that moment, Kuruma''s head snapped to the left, staring straight at the archer, and then it lunged forward like a bolt of lightning. It was surprisingly quick for someone of its size!


    "Ah!" The archer froze in horror.


    Kuruma lifted its sword high and then smashed it down on the archer.


    ng, smash!