Era of Players: Death God

The battle raged on, a frenetic dance of motion and steel. Noah, a whirlwind of destruction, moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior. His telekinetic control over the daggers transformed them into a deadly cyclone, slicing through the fishermen's ranks.

One by one, the fishermen succumbed, their bodies punctured by the blades or crushed by the force of Noah's blows. The once-clear waters around the island were now stained crimson, a grim testament to the carnage that had unfolded.

With a final, desperate attempt, the last fisherman fell to Noah's relentless onslaught. Panting, his body drenched in sweat and blood, Noah stood victorious. The battle had been hard-fought, but he had emerged triumphant.

Exhausted yet exhilarated, Noah collapsed to the ground, knowing that the journey was far from over. The clock was ticking, and there were still more islands to conquer. He had survived the ordeal, but the challenges that lay ahead were daunting.

[You have earned 30% Exp]

Noah's smartwatch vibrated, a notification of his increased score appearing on the screen. He had reached one hundred and eighty-five points, a testament to his relentless efficiency. The brief respite had allowed his body to recover, and he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

He continued his journey across the island chain, the vast expanse of water stretching out before him. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the water. The temperature had dropped, a chilling reminder of the dungeon's unforgiving nature.

As he stepped onto the next island, a sense of unease washed over him. Something was amiss. The air was thick with tension, a silent warning of impending danger. His instincts, honed by countless battles, screamed at him to be cautious.

His worst fears were confirmed as a horde of fishermen, numbering over thirty, emerged from the surrounding waters. Their eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, their bodies rippling with anticipation. Noah readied himself, his mind a fortress of calm in the face of overwhelming odds.

Noah's lips curved into a sinister grin, a stark contrast to the grim determination that usually characterized his expression. His eyes, ablaze with an unnatural golden light, seemed to pierce through the gathering darkness. Nemesis, his trusty sword, transformed into a sleek, black pistol, the grip molded perfectly into his hand.

The five daggers, imbued with the essence of telekinesis, hovered around him like a protective shield, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

The fishermen, sensing their prey's newfound confidence, launched themselves into an attack. Their tridents, glinting in the fading light, were a testament to their predatory nature. But Noah, a silent specter in the heart of the battle, was ready. The Angel of Death was Unleashed.

Bang!

The first shots rang out, a cacophony of gunfire that echoed across the island. The bullets, imbued with the essence of darkness, were not mere projectiles; they were harbingers of death.

Bang! Bang!

Each bullet found its mark, tearing through flesh and bone with a sickening thud. The fishermen, caught off guard by the unexpected firepower, stumbled back, their ranks thinning rapidly.

Noah moved with the grace of a panther, his body a blur of motion. The daggers, under his telekinetic control, danced around him, a deadly ballet of steel. They found their targets with uncanny precision, their strikes as swift and lethal as a venomous snake's bite.

The battleground transformed into a macabre tableau. Fishmen, their bodies torn apart by bullets and daggers, littered the island. Blood mingled with seawater, creating a crimson tide that lapped at the shore. The air was thick with the stench of death, a pungent aroma that filled Noah's nostrils.

The remaining fishermen, sensing the impending doom, fought with a desperate ferocity, almost as if they had gone truly mad. Their attacks became more frenzied, their movements less coordinated. But Noah, unfazed by their aggression, maintained his composure. He was calm in the eye of the storm, his mind clear, his body a weapon of destruction.

With a final, concerted effort, Noah unleashed the full extent of his power. The daggers, transformed into a swirling vortex of darkness, engulfed the remaining fishermen. Their screams were muffled by the roaring wind, their bodies disappearing into the abyss of darkness.

When the dust settled, the island was silent; the only sound was the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. Noah stood amidst the carnage, his body drenched in sweat and blood. He was a warrior, a survivor, a force to be reckoned with. The battle had been a test of his limits, but he had emerged victorious.

A sense of satisfaction washed over him, tempered by the knowledge that this was only the beginning. The journey through the dungeon was far from over.

[Ding! You have level up!]

He was now level 54. He immediately distributed the free stat points between Strength and Dexterity.

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Name: Noah Adler

Rank: Expert

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Class: Angel of Death

Title: Goblin Slayer

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☆Stats☆

Mana: 146

Strength: 145

Intelligence: 122

Dexterity: 145

Luck: 113

Stat Points: 0

Coins: 12060G

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☆Skills☆

Common Skill: {Basic Swordsmanship},{Basic Close Combat} {Presence Detection} {Master of Weapons} {Mana's Armor Lvl 1} {Shadow Steps Level 1} {Blood Flowers} {Splitting Ripple Slash LVl 1} {Fangs of Insanity} {Flame Art} {Telekinesis Lv2} {Unprecedented Sense LV1} {Super Regeneration Lv2}

Exclusive Skills: {Seal of Death} {Night of Death} {Lord of the Night} {Hellfire}

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☆Runes ☆

{Basic Strength},{Basic Speed} {Angel of Death}

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Noah reviewed his enhanced stats with satisfaction. The additional points allocated to Strength and Dexterity would undoubtedly improve his combat prowess. He felt a surge of anticipation as he prepared to delve deeper into the dungeon.

The next island loomed ahead, a mysterious silhouette against the backdrop of the endless sea. With renewed vigor, Noah stepped onto the narrow bridge connecting the two landmasses. The journey continued, each step bringing him closer to the heart of the 3rd floor.

Noah stepped onto the final island, its size dwarfing all the others combined. A sense of foreboding washed over him as he scanned the horizon. The sea rumbled, the waves growing larger, more aggressive.

A colossal figure emerged from the depths, a behemoth of a creature that dwarfed even the largest of ships. Its skin was a dark, almost oily sheen, and its eyes, glowing an eerie red, were filled with a predatory hunger. A trident, larger than any Noah had seen before, was clutched in its massive hands.

The creature, a king among fishmen, roared, a sound that shook the very foundations of the island. Water erupted around it, forming a protective barrier. Noah knew he was facing his greatest challenge yet.

''This won't be easy, though.''

Noah braced himself as the colossal fishman charged. The creature's trident, a monstrous weapon, glinted in the sunlight. A wave of water, summoned by the fishman, crashed against the island, threatening to engulf Noah.

Nemesis, transformed back into a sword, was gripped tightly in Noah's hand. The five daggers, orbiting around him, were ready to strike. With a deep breath, Noah met the charge head-on.

The clash of man and monster was a spectacle of raw power. Noah's sword met the fishman's trident with a thunderous clang, sending shockwaves through the island. The water, manipulated by the creature, crashed against Noah, but he held his ground, his feet planted firmly on the earth.

The daggers, under his telekinetic control, found their mark, piercing the fishman's scaled hide. The creature roared in pain, its movements slowed by the onslaught of attacks. But it was far from defeated. Its trident, a deadly weapon in its own right, continued to threaten Noah's life.

The battle was a test of endurance, a clash of wills. Noah, his body aching with exertion, fought with a grim determination. The fishman, a relentless force of nature, pressed its advantage. The outcome of this battle would determine the fate of the dungeon.

Noah activated the "Night of Death" skill, plunging the island into an artificial darkness. The world transformed into a monochromatic canvas, the vibrant hues of the day replaced by shades of gray. The fishman, a creature of the deep, was momentarily disoriented by the sudden change.

In this world of shadows, Noah was a predator. His senses heightened, his movements fluid and precise. Nemesis, his sword, became a beacon of crimson light, cutting through the darkness. The daggers, under his telekinetic control, danced around him, a deadly ballet of steel.

The fishman, enraged by the darkness, lashed out with its trident. The weapon, a blur of motion, was met by a wall of daggers. The impact sent shockwaves through the water, creating ripples that distorted the darkness. Noah seized the opportunity, his body disappeared in a flash creating some afterimage as he closed the distance between them.

With a swift motion, he brought Nemesis down, the sword biting deep into the fishman's flesh. The creature roared in pain, its powerful body convulsing. But Noah was relentless, his attacks a storm of steel and shadow.