Novels by Ebube Henry

At first, it was low, almost breathless. Then, it grew, rising into something amused. The sound echoed through the chamber, slicing through the tension like a blade. One of the hunters, a wiry man with twin daggers, scowled. “The hell is so funny?” Even Boros hesitated, his expression darkening. Henry wiped the blood from his mouth, shaking his head. “Ah, man. "You guys really don’t know what you’re getting into.” And the, a chime rang in his head. A system notification flashed before his eyes. You have defeated the Stonebreaker Troll.[ Level Up! All Status increased by 20][ Strength +20 | Agility +20 | Endurance +20.][ HP Fully Restored.][ Skill Gained: Domain of the Stonebreaker.][ Quest Received: Survive or Eliminate the Threat.] His body thrummed with raw energy. His wounds vanished. The ache in his muscles faded as his HP surged back to full. He flexed his fingers—his body felt lighter, his mind sharper. His muscles hummed with power, like an engine roaring to l

The dungeon trembled, as if the Stonebreaker Troll’s defeat had shaken its very core. Dust swirled like a ghostly fog, settling over the cracked chamber floor, where fissures spread like shattered glass under Henry’s boots. The aftermath of his bare-knuckled brawl was etched into the stone—trenches carved by the troll’s club, dents from his fists.The troll lay sprawled, its massive frame still, its iron club discarded beside it. One of the dungeon’s fiercest bosses, brought low by a lone F-rank Hunter. It hadn’t expected Henry to be a threat, not some “insect” who’d dared to fight back.Henry flexed his knuckles, the sting of raw power pulsing through them. It hurt, but it was the kind of pain that fueled him. The troll had felt it too—every punch, every crack in its rocky hide. He rolled his shoulders, a grin tugging at his lips. “Not bad for a nobody,” he muttered.The beast’s final roar still echoed in his ears, a mix of rage and disbelief. Its glowing yellow eyes had dimmed, its

The boss chamber was a pressure cooker, the air thick with the weight of the Stonebreaker Troll’s presence. Each breath Henry took felt heavy, laced with the damp scent of stone and the faint tang of his own blood. The troll loomed before him, its four-meter frame nearly brushing the cavern’s ceiling. Its rocky skin glinted in the dim dungeon light, muscles rippling like a living mountain. Its yellow eyes glowed, locked onto Henry, watching, waiting.This wasn’t a mindless beast. It was calculating, sizing him up. Waiting for him to make the first move.Henry’s grip tightened on his sword, his body taut, heart steady despite the ache in his ribs from Boros’s earlier hit. He’d faced monsters before, but this was different. This thing knew how to fight.“Alright, big guy,” he muttered, rolling his shoulders to shake off the lingering pain. “Let’s see if you’re all muscle and no brains.”He shifted his stance, then moved. [Dash] kicked in, his body blurring forward in a zigzag, unpredict

Henry stepped onto the 14th floor, his breath steady but his body aching. The fight with the gorilla-like beasts had left his muscles sore, each step a reminder of how close he’d come to breaking. He wanted to collapse, to rest, but the dungeon didn’t care about his exhaustion. Neither did the Core—or the Hunters chasing him.A chill crawled up his neck, sharper than the damp air or the eerie silence of the stone corridors. Something was off—a heavy pressure, like a storm about to break. His grip tightened on his sword, the blade’s weight grounding him as he moved forward.Then—BOOM!The ground exploded behind him. Instinct kicked in, and Henry activated Dash, his body blurring backward just as a massive crater formed where he’d stood. Stone and dust erupted, the shockwave ringing in his ears like a war drum.As the debris settled, Henry’s eyes locked onto the cause: a battleaxe buried deep in the floor, its blade wide enough to split him in two. The weapon hummed with raw power, glin

Henry stood in the dim glow of the dungeon’s bioluminescent moss, his chest heaving, a grin spreading across his face. “Hell yeah,” he muttered, the thrill of survival buzzing through him.He focused inward, and a faint shimmer appeared in his mind’s eye—a status display, like something from one of Tom’s video games, but real. Too real.[Status: Henry Gray. Level: 2, Rank: F. Progress: 120/3000. Vitality: 150/150. Strength: 45. Agility: 50. Endurance: 38. Perception: 25. Skill Points: 60.]No time to overthink. He needed to be stronger, faster—now. He poured most of his skill points into raw power and speed, trusting his instincts. [Strength +40. Agility +20.] His stats surged: Strength to 85, Agility to 70.The change hit like a jolt. His muscles tightened, his body felt lighter, like he’d shed a heavy coat. His arms were steadier, his legs itching to move. He smirked. “Alright, let’s see what I can—”He took a step and nearly stumbled, his body lurching forward too fast. The sudden

The Lesser Crawlers didn’t give Henry a moment to breathe. They weren’t waiting for him to strategize or catch his bearings—they were out for blood.He tightened his grip on his sword, the cheap blade already slick with sweat and ichor. A Crawler lunged, its jagged jaws snapping. Henry swung wildly, the blade scraping across its armored shell with a shower of sparks. The creature recoiled, stunned but alive.No time to hesitate. He stepped forward, throwing his weight into a desperate strike. The sword found a weak point—the soft joint where the Crawler’s head met its body. It sank in with a sickening crunch. The creature screeched, thrashing before collapsing in a twitching heap.[Progress: +10 experience.]One down. Four to go.The others swarmed, moving as a pack. Henry swung again, but a Crawler latched onto his leg, its claws digging into his flesh. Pain flared, sharp and hot, stealing his breath. Another slashed across his back, tearing through his jacket. Blood trickled down hi