Era of Players: Death God

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

''I can't lose this time, definitely can't lose.'' she focused on the monsters in front of her.

The battle reached a crescendo. The three spectral guardians, their forms battered but unbroken, converged on Lilith. Their attack was a symphony of destruction, a convergence of elemental forces designed to obliterate their opponent.

Lilith, her body a conduit for raw energy, met the onslaught with a counterattack of her own. Her sword, a weapon of unparalleled power, sliced through the heart of the spectral maelstrom. Space itself seemed to bend to her will, creating rifts that swallowed the spirits whole.

The clash of wills was a spectacle of cosmic proportions. The forest, caught in the crossfire, was reduced to a wasteland. Trees were uprooted, the ground cracked and scorched. But Lilith, her focus unwavering, stood her ground.

With a final, desperate effort, the spirits unleashed their ultimate attack. A wave of spectral energy, black as night and cold as death, washed over Lilith. She was engulfed in darkness, her form disappearing.

A moment of silence followed a heavy stillness that hung in the air. Then, a blinding light erupted from the darkness. Lilith emerged, her form bathed in a celestial glow. Her sword, now a beacon of hope, hummed with an otherworldly power.

The three spectral guardians, their essence shattered, dissipated into nothingness. The forest, though scarred, was beginning to heal. Lilith stood victorious, her body was slightly trembling. She quickly drank a Recovery and Mana potions.

The echoes of the battle had barely subsided when the ground beneath Lilith began to tremble. A deep, guttural rumble echoed through the forest, a sound that spoke of ancient power and unbridled rage. The air grew heavy with anticipation, the tension palpable.

A colossal, shadowy figure emerged from the depths of the forest. It was the Spirit King, the embodiment of the dungeon's will, its form a grotesque amalgamation of all the spirits that had come before. Its eyes, twin orbs of malevolent energy, locked onto Lilith.

The air crackled with electricity as the two titans prepared for battle.

The Spirit King, a colossal embodiment of the dungeon's will, stood as a formidable opponent. Its form, a grotesque amalgamation of shadows and spectral energy, exuded an aura of ancient evil. Its eyes, twin orbs of malevolent power, locked onto Lilith, a silent challenge.

Lilith, her body taut with anticipation, met the creature's gaze with unwavering determination. Her sword, a conduit for her power, hummed with a low, menacing vibration. The battle was about to begin, a clash of titans that would determine the fate of the dungeon.

The Spirit King launched the first attack, a wave of spectral energy that washed over the forest. Trees were uprooted, the ground trembled, and the air was filled with a chilling silence. Lilith, with a swift movement, activated her "Wind Zone" skill. The forest was enveloped in a swirling vortex of wind, a barrier that deflected the incoming attack.

The Spirit King, enraged by the failed attempt, charged forward, its massive form a blur of motion. Lilith, with a graceful agility, dodged the onslaught, her body moving with the speed of wind. Her sword, a blur of silver light, found its mark, slicing through the creature's spectral form.

The battle raged on, a symphony of chaos and destruction. The forest, caught in the crossfire, was transformed into a wasteland. Trees were uprooted, the ground scarred, the air filled with the acrid scent of burning vegetation. Lilith, a silent specter in the midst of the chaos, moved with an otherworldly grace, her sword a beacon of hope in the gathering darkness.

The Spirit King, sensing its power waning, unleashed its ultimate attack. A colossal energy sphere, a fusion of all elements, formed in its hands. It was a desperate gamble, a final attempt to crush its opponent. Lilith, her body bathed in a celestial glow, met the attack head-on.

Her sword, imbued with the essence of space, sliced through the energy sphere, creating a rift that swallowed the attack. The Spirit King, caught off guard, was vulnerable for a moment. Lilith seized the opportunity, her sword a blur of motion. With a final, decisive strike, she severed the creature's core.

The Spirit King, its essence extinguished, collapsed to the ground, its form dissipating into nothingness. The forest, scarred but resilient, began to heal. Lilith stood victorious, her body trembling with exhaustion.

Lilith collapsed to the ground, her body trembling from exhaustion. The battle against the Spirit King had been a grueling ordeal, pushing her to the limits of her endurance. Yet, a sense of accomplishment washed over her. She had conquered the final guardian of the fourth floor, a significant milestone in her journey through the dungeon.

She knew that this was not the end. The fifth floor, the domain of the middle boss, awaited. But before facing that challenge, she needed to rest. Her body craved replenishment, her mind yearned for clarity.

With a deep breath, she closed her eyes, allowing the darkness to envelop her. The forest, with its towering trees and dense undergrowth, provided a temporary sanctuary. She would wait for Noah to progress to the next floor, because she couldn't enter the middle boss room while he was in. Her current score was 196pts.

Noah stepped through the portal, the familiar sensation of transition washing over him. The fifth floor was a stark contrast to the previous levels. A vast, swampy marsh stretched out before him, its murky waters teeming with unseen creatures. The air was thick with the stench of decay, a pungent aroma that filled his nostrils.

His senses were assaulted by the hostile environment. Poisonous fumes filled the air, the ground was treacherous, and the water was a deadly brew of toxic substances. He knew that a single misstep could be fatal.

The thought of consuming a poison resistance potion crossed his mind, but he dismissed it. He had a better idea. Summoning the system interface, he navigated to the skill section. A vast array of abilities was displayed, each with its own unique properties and costs.

His eyes scanned the list, searching for a specific skill. He found it under the "Basic" category: Basic Poison Resistance Skill. The cost was steep, ten thousand gold, but Noah didn't hesitate. With a click, the skill was purchased.

Immediately, he felt a change. His body seemed to adapt, a newfound resistance to poisons coursing through his veins. The swampy marsh, once a deadly threat, now posed less of a danger. He was ready to explore.

[Ding! New Mission: Kill the swamp king without receiving any damage.

Reward: An Elite Grade Skill]

A new system mission and Noah accepted. Hopefully, this would be a really useful skill.

''Status!" He called in his mind.

■Status Window

Name: Noah Adler

Rank: Expert

Level 56

Class: Angel of Death

Title: Goblin Slayer

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☆Stats☆

Mana: 154

Strength: 153

Intelligence: 131

Dexterity: 153

Luck: 112

Stat Points: 0

Coins: 7060G

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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} [Basic Poison Resistance]

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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''Tch! I have run out of Gold against.'' he lamented before moving.

Noah's journey through the swamp began with a sense of purpose. The new mission, a challenge to his abilities, ignited a fire within him. Kill the swamp king without taking any damage. It was a daunting task, but one that appealed to his competitive spirit.

The swamp was a treacherous place, filled with hidden dangers. Poisonous plants, deadly creatures, and the ever-present threat of drowning made every step a gamble. But Noah, with his newfound poison resistance and his arsenal of skills, was prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As he ventured deeper into the swamp, the air grew heavier, the stench of decay more potent. The ground became more unstable, the water deeper and more treacherous. But Noah pressed on, his determination unwavering. He knew that the swamp king was waiting for him, and he was eager to face the ultimate test.

As Noah ventured deeper into the swamp, the environment grew more hostile. The ground became increasingly unstable, the water deeper and more treacherous. The air was thick with the stench of decay, a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked beneath the surface.

Suddenly, a colossal figure emerged from the murky depths. It was a lizard-like creature, its scaled skin glistening in the sunlight. Standing at over five meters tall, the creature exuded an aura of raw power. Its eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto Noah, a silent challenge.

This was the swamp king, a guardian of this perilous domain. Its presence was a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked beneath the surface. Noah, his body tensed, prepared for the inevitable confrontation.