‘Run!’This was the only thought screaming in Clinton’s mind as soon as he moved.At the moment, he was surviving in a dangerous battlefield.Any reckless movement he made could result in his death, exacerbated even more by the fact that his skeleton body was so damaged.This was why Clinton took his time after arriving at the decision to escape towards the gateway, searching for the opportunity to escape.If he was the focus of the Night Reaver’s attack, Clinton would be long dead, he won’t even have the chance to look for a chance to escape but luckily, he was not the target of attack which gave him some leeway to maneuver.Then came the question, where was the gateway?Clinton had no idea where the gateway to leave the 2nd level of the Dungeon of Azarick, the Monster Domain was but he had an advantage. That advantage was exploring a significant part of the Monster Domain already.Before deciding to settle down in his bastion, fortifying it, just like he did in the Decaying Forest, C

DING![You have gained an Ephiphany!][You have unlocked a new magic affinity: Ice Magic!][New Skill Unlocked: Frost Shard – Lv. 1]>Condense ambient cold mana into a sharp projectile of ice. Deals moderate damage and slows the enemy on hit.>Cost: 10 MP.>Cooldown: 5 seconds.Clinton trembled.He could feel it through his being, permeating through his bones like an eerie presence born of the arcane.He wasn’t a skeleton anymore.He was becoming something more.And the trial of Gravemaw was only beginning. The Gate Guardian was still as all-powerful as before, with no way to take it down.Unlocking 1 magic skill, even if it was his first magic skill did not make Clinton all-powerful all of a sudden. He was still the same, just with a new source of energy that he could tap into, and new and maybe better options in a battle.Could frost shard do anything to the Gate Guardian? Clinton doubted but at this moment, he didn’t focus on the magic skill itself.Rather, his attention was on the

The light from the collapsing gate flickered out behind them, sealing off the chaos of the Monster Domain with a final, echoing groan.And then, silence swallowed them.Clinton, cradled over Garrick’s shoulder like a scorched relic of death and defiance, blinked slowly as the new world came into view.A dense mist curled at the edge of twisted trees. Vines hung like nooses from branches that groaned like the dead. The air was thicker here, hungrier.Clinton shivered as he felt a cold chill crawl down his spine.‘No solace’. He thought, suddenly indignant.The trio had escaped annihilation. They had done the impossible, survived the cruel crucible of the monster domain, fought its countless monsters and survived, fought and escaped the Night Reaver, fought Gravemaw and lived to tell the tale, but they hadn’t found peace.They had simply stepped into another hell.‘F*ck! F*ck! F*ck it all!’ Clinton felt like howling in anger.Well, what did he expect? Peace? Solace?By now, it was alrea

DING!~----~[System Notification!][You have entered the territory of the Dreadjaw Tribe- one of the Five Great Orc Tribes of Azarick’s Third Level.][WARNING: You are now within the jurisdiction of a possibly hostile Orc dominion. Proceed with extreme caution.]~----~Clinton blinked at the flickering system message, his breath catching.Dreadjaw Tribe? The words meant nothing to him, but the implications were clear enough. Another threat, another nightmare, another place that would likely loathe him just as much as the last.Clinton felt tired, hateful at this world that never seemed willing to give him a moment of rest, but if there was one thing he learned to appreciate since being banished after death to this world, it was knowledge.He learned to treasure knowledge.It was with enough knowledge from his exploration that he managed to know the Decaying Forest enough; its terrains, its monsters and their hunting regions, and their level of power.It was what enabled him to become

After Clinton’s first cold lessons in the ravine with his teacher, Vaelin Duskwhisper, while he had a rest to recover from the exertion, Garrick finally brought up a new conversation.They couldn’t escape it, it was a conversation that they would have now or later. So, the human mercenary brought it up now.With a calm and even look on his face, he looked at them. “How do we move on from here?”The Elven assassin and undead skeleton looked up at him.Vaelin answered. “What do you mean?”Garrick looked at him. “This Orcish tribe”. He paused for a few moments, taking a dark look at the top of the ravine. “Obviously, we can’t go that way. We don’t have what it takes to beat that guy, and we won’t have it in a long time”.“And staying in one place is not an option either. Staying in one location in a realm we know so little about is a recipe for disaster”.“I agree”. Vaelin nodded.Garrick took a deep breath. “So, the only way to go is forward”.“From what we’ve observed about those Orcs