Era of Players: Death God

The air was filled with the crackle of electricity, the roar of wind, and the hiss of fire. The Spirit King, a master of elemental manipulation, unleashed a storm of attacks, each more devastating than the last. But Noah, with his unwavering spirit and the power of the Hellfire, held his ground.

The battle raged on, a tempest of raw power unleashed upon the forest. The Spirit King, its form growing more ethereal with each passing moment, unleashed a torrent of elemental attacks.

Pooh! Pooh!

Earth sprouted forth, forming towering spikes that pierced the sky.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Wind howled, creating a vortex that threatened to tear Noah apart. And fire, a crimson inferno, engulfed the battlefield, threatening to consume everything in its path.

Noah, unyielding, met each attack with a counterstrike. Nemesis, ablaze with Hellfire, sliced through the earth spikes, deflected the wind vortex, and extinguished the flames. With each parry, with each counterattack, Noah grew stronger, his resolve hardening like steel.

The Spirit King, sensing its power waning, unleashed its final attack. A colossal energy sphere formed in its hands, a sphere that contained the essence of all elements. It was a desperate gamble, a final attempt to crush its opponent.

Noah, his body bathed in a crimson glow, prepared to meet the attack head-on. This was the climax, the final confrontation.

The Spirit King unleashed the colossal energy sphere, a sphere that contained the essence of all elements. It was a sphere of annihilation, a final desperate gamble. Noah, his body taut with anticipation, met the attack head-on.

The sphere collided with Noah, a cataclysmic explosion that rocked the forest. The ground trembled, trees uprooted, the very fabric of reality seemed to tear at the seams. When the blinding light faded, Noah stood amidst the chaos, his form shrouded in a protective barrier of Hellfire.

The Spirit King, battered but not defeated, launched another attack. This time, it was a barrage of elemental projectiles: fireballs, ice shards, and bolts of lightning. Noah, with a cold efficiency, dodged, parried, and countered. His Hellfire, a constant companion, was a shield and a weapon, protecting him from harm while dealing devastating damage to the enemy.

The battle raged on, a dance of life and death played out in the heart of the forest. The ground was scarred, the trees uprooted, the air thick with the stench of ozone. Noah, his body pushed to its limits, fought with a feral intensity. The Spirit King, its power waning, fought with a desperate ferocity.

The climax was inevitable. With a final, desperate effort, Noah channeled all his remaining energy into a single, devastating attack. The Hellfire, amplified by his determination, erupted in a cataclysmic explosion. The Spirit King, caught in the inferno, let out a final, agonized scream before disappearing into nothingness.

The forest was silent, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves. Noah stood amidst the ruins, his body trembling from exhaustion. He had defeated the Spirit King, the final guardian of the fourth floor.

[Ding! Level up!]

[Ding! Mission Successfully Completed]

[Reward: +5 INT]

Immediately, Noah felt something clicking in his brain, as if the door to a certain realm had been unlocked. His instinct was telling him that, an increase of Intelligence and the sensation he just felt was a preparation for the next floor. Well, it might be the wrong assumption but whatever.

Calling out his status window, he immediately put the two stats point on Mana just in case, now it was slightly above Strength and Dexterity.

■Status Window

Name: Noah Adler

Rank: Expert

Level 56

Class: Angel of Death

Title: Goblin Slayer

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☆Stats☆

Mana: 154

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Strength: 153

Intelligence: 131

Dexterity: 153

Luck: 112

Stat Points: 0

Coins: 17060G

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☆Skills☆

Common Skills: {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 collapsed to the ground, his body trembling with exhaustion, he could now rest after playing with his stats.The battle against the Spirit King had pushed him to his absolute limits. But the sense of accomplishment was a powerful motivator. He had conquered another formidable foe, and his resolve to conquer the dungeon was unwavering.

After a brief rest, he stood up, his body feeling surprisingly refreshed. His smartwatch vibrated, displaying his new point total: two hundred and ten. A surge of satisfaction washed over him. He had surpassed the two-hundred-point mark, a significant milestone in his dungeon exploration.

With renewed vigor, Noah turned his attention to the imposing door leading to the fifth floor. It was time to face whatever challenges awaited him in the next realm.

Lilith stepped through the portal, her arrival on the fourth floor almost unnoticed. The forest, still reeling from the aftermath of Noah's battle with the Spirit King, was an eerie landscape. A sense of unease washed over her, an intuition honed by countless battles warning her of impending danger.

The forest seemed to react to her presence. New spirits, born from the dungeon's unyielding will to defend its territory, materialized from the shadows. Their forms were grotesque, their eyes burning with an unnatural intensity.

Lilith, her expression as impassive as ever, drew her sword. The blade, imbued with the essence of space, hummed with anticipation. With a swift movement, she vanished into the heart of the newly spawned spirits. Her strikes were swift and deadly, each blow a testament to her mastery of swordsmanship.

The forest became a battleground, the cries of the spirits mingling with the rustling of leaves. Lilith, a silent specter in the heart of the chaos, moved with an ethereal grace. Her sword, a blur of silver light, carved through the spirits, their ethereal forms dissipating into nothingness.

The forest was a maelstrom of spectral energy. Lilith, a solitary figure amidst the chaos, moved with a predatory grace. Her sword, a conduit for the fabric of space, sliced through the spectral forms with ease. Each strike was a precise incision, a surgical removal of a malignant growth.

The spirits, sensing their impending doom, grew more desperate. They coalesced into larger, more formidable forms, their attacks becoming more coordinated. But Lilith was unyielding. Her mastery of space allowed her to anticipate their movements, to strike before they could react.

With each fallen enemy, the forest seemed to grow quieter. The spectral energy that permeated the air began to dissipate. Lilith, sensing the end was near, pressed her advantage. With a final, powerful strike, she cleaved the last of the spirits in two.

The forest fell silent. The only sound was the wind rustling through the trees. Lilith stood amidst the ruins, her sword still drawn.

Lilith stood amidst the carnage, her expression as impassive as ever. The forest, once teeming with life, was now a desolate graveyard of spectral forms. Her victory was undeniable, but the battle was far from over.

A new wave of enemies emerged, their forms more imposing, their power more potent. These were not ordinary spirits, but guardians of the dungeon, designed to protect its heart. Their eyes burned with an unnatural intensity, their aura exuding a sense of ancient evil.

Lilith, her senses on high alert, braced herself. She knew that this would be the ultimate test, a battle that would determine the fate of her journey. The air crackled with anticipation, the forest held its breath. The final confrontation was about to begin.

The new wave of spirits was unlike anything Lilith had encountered before. Their forms were colossal, their movements deliberate and powerful. They were not mere specters but beings of immense power, their essence intertwined with the very fabric of the dungeon.

The first to attack was a towering figure, its body composed of swirling mist. It unleashed a torrent of spectral energy, a barrage of attacks that covered the entire battlefield. Lilith, her movements fluid and precise, danced through the onslaught, her sword a blur of silver light.

The second spirit was a grotesque amalgamation of shadows, its form shifting and changing with every movement. It attacked with an unpredictable ferocity, its strikes imbued with a dark, corrupting energy. Lilith, her mind sharp and focused, countered each attack with deadly precision.

The third spirit was a being of pure ice, its body crystalline and translucent. It controlled the elements, summoning blizzards and freezing the ground beneath Lilith's feet. But Lilith was unyielding. Her sword, imbued with the essence of space, shattered the ice with ease.

The battle raged on, a titanic clash of powers. Lilith, her body pushed to its limits, fought with a relentless determination. The spirits, sensing their impending doom, fought with a desperate ferocity. The forest, a silent witness to this epic struggle, trembled under the weight of their power.

She had to catch up to him while also increase her points.