The air at the table they were at immediately turned frigid. Just a second ago, everything had been calm, even cordial, and now, Greg found himself tensing up, ready for a fight. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the two curved blades that had appeared in Olivia's hands. He didn't have to turn to his familiar to feel the cold killing intent coming off her in waves. Morpheus, who had thus far been completely uninterested in their reunion also seemed to be jolted by the comment as Greg could now feel the deity's attention turn to the healer across from him. The table transformed into a room full of propane, even a single spark would be enough to set the situation off.In the end, Greg let out a sigh as he let the tension drain out of him and he leaned back on his chair in a relaxed manner. A brow arched on the healer's face as she noted the change in his demeanor. "What? You think me incapable of harming you?" She asked, keeping her voice level even though Olivia seemed ready to

Not surprisingly, his question was met with silence. Despite her displeasure, even Olivia seemed to recognize the fact that the healer was the most powerful member of their group. Short of bringing Morpheus or her true self into the fight, they would be signing up for a beating if not worse if they decided to take on the healer. "You could refuse to help push her mana to the third tier," Olivia finally found her voice after a pause. "And she could refuse to guide me through the use of the Maelstrom ascension manual," Greg countered. "Then you could refuse to give her the layers of the Maelstrom ascension manual that follow the first," Olivia immediately shot back, her tone unyielding. "And I will have lost a close friend," Greg answered calmly without missing a beat. Olivia had opened her mouth to raise some counterpoint. She, however, came up short, not having expected Greg to turn the discussion away from bargaining chips to a more sentimental direction. "If I manage to climb

The veiled woman's head had barely made it past the flaps of the tent before Greg's gladius was pressed firmly against her throat. "Make any sudden moves and you're dead!" He growled in a glacial tone of voice. The woman who'd been about to sneak into his tent went still as a statue. Even through the veil that covered her face, Greg could see the way her eyes had gone wide with fear at the unexpected turn of events "Come in, slowly!" He instructed, not the least bit moved by her look of distress. With the fear that had seized her, Greg had to command her again, this time with a little more bite in his tone before the woman stiffly walked into the tent.Like the first dungeon, Greg was having a hard time with this second one. For the longest time, the ambush in the desert had been a hurdle he couldn't get past. Now, however, it was a breeze. If anything it became cathartic for him as it allowed him to let out the silent frustration he felt with the fact that his teacher would be leavin

Olivia had once warned him that the dungeon learned and adapted to him just as much as he did the dungeon. Greg hadn't had reason to think about that warning for a long while now. However, he was now coming up against the consequences of not doing so. Unable to field bandits powerful enough to kill him, it had instead turned his allies against him by making his strength appear suspect in their eyes. The annoying part was that it made sense. With this kind of strength, he wouldn't just be a nobody who chose to be a guard. Even he would be suspicious if somebody really strong tried to make himself part of his crew for no apparent reason. His familiar had warned him to take these dungeon runs seriously as they were meant to train him in all manner of skills, infiltration being one of them. Unfortunately, as someone from Earth who had played several video games, Greg had unconsciously fallen back into thinking that this was just another game with unthinking NPCs that would swallow any sto

Greg's eyes opened as he found himself back on his bed in the airship. A sigh left him. "What a shit show!" He muttered as he went over the dungeon he'd just emerged from. The first thing that Greg did after it became clear that the system didn't consider the dungeon failed, was to put the elites out of their misery. Had he been in the real world, Greg would have bought healing potions from the system to give to them. He might not be able to erase the mental scar he'd probably left on their psyche, but at least he could rectify the physical harm done. But Greg didn't have access to the system when inside the dungeon. The only items he could bring inside the dungeon were those things that he'd bought from the dungeon shop. A pack of healing potions, however, wasn't among the things he'd prepared for this delve. Rather than watch them suffer and die a slow miserable death, Greg turned into a blur and decapitated them one after the other.That, however, was just the start. While the larg