Chapter 13

Dave used [Undying Will] to remove the tiger’s rooting effect caused by the pouncing on Dave.

Dave retreated a bit, and a Death Knight attacked the Tiger pulling back the agro toward him.

Luckily, the Death Knight attacked the Tiger on its right hind-leg. Causing a status effect.

Crippeled!

For 15 seconds -20% movement speed.

“Attack its legs!” Dave ordered and the Death Knights and Dunlords attacked all at once.

The enormous tiger began limping and whimpering as the attacks continued on, added to the slow effect caused by the continuous attacks on its ‘weak’ areas. The tiger became a plaything for Dave’s underlings.

Minutes later, Dave heard the final howls of the tiger as it dropped down on the floor with a thud.

Dave gained a good amount of exp that raised his level 106 from 2% to 88%.

Dave closed on the body of the tiger and began picking up the loot.

Demonic Shadow-Tiger’s pelt X1

Demonic Shadow-Tiger’s Fangs X2

Demonic Shadow-Tiger Rune

Shadow-Tiger’s Claws X6

Shadow-Set Diagram

100 Gold

Dave pocketed the items with glee on his face, Yet another Diagram for a set.

This was all thanks to him being the first to kill these types of Monsters, securing the best possible drops at the first kill.

Dave inspected the Rune first

Shadow-Rune

Cat School/agility type Cannot be worn along with a Vitality or Magic Type rune

Head Piece

+100 Agility

Increases basic Movement Speed By 10%

“Oh, this would do great with Assassin types,” Dave pocketed the rune and opened the diagram of the Shadow-Set

Blue-Print; light-Armor Set: Epic-Tier

Shadow-Fiend Light-Armor (Full-Set)

X50 Fang of Demonic-Shadow-Tiger

X15pelts of Demonic Shadow-Tiger

X100 Claws of Demonic-Shadow-Tiger

X8 Cristalized Shadow-Worm Blood

X20 Moon-Silver ingots

X20 Cobalt Ingots

X100 Black Crystals

Craftsmen’s Level Required

Master Forger

“Hmm, most of these resources are rare to find, Not even the Bristle Mines of the Blood-Rage has these, especially the Moon-Silver… I never heard of such a mineral in the game,” Dave.

‘I should probably hand this over to Lone Arrow, the Forger she knows will be thrilled at the sight of another Epic Tier Blue-Print’

“Craftsmen sure have it easy, isn’t that right Bud,” Dave said to the Ghoul next to him who was eyeing the corpse of the tiger with a bit of glee in his eyes.

The ghoul didn’t respond.

“Bud, Are you alright?”

“Eat!” said Bud

“You want to eat this?” asked Dave

The ghoul nodded

“Euh…go ahead, enjoy yourself”

In a moment, Bud lunged at the corpse and began ripping it with his teeth and claws ripping and crunching bone and meat with his sharp looking teeth, eating at it like a maniac.

‘Dang…’

Dave’s two other ghouls looked at Bud with envy but they didn’t move.

“If you two want to eat you can go ahead,” said Dave

And as if on queue the two other ghouls started feasting on the corpse of the Shadow-Tiger.

It took the three ghouls about a minute to finish off the corpse, not even bones remained as they ate every single bit of it.

Dave had a troubled stomach after witnessing that so he decided to move on. But a notification popped before him

Some of your minions are about to Evolve

Dave pressed the window and noticed that the three ghouls who just feasted on the Tiger had a dark aura surrounding them.

After a moment the aura disappeared then the hulking size of Bud and the two other ghouls decreased a bit.

Dave inspected Bud and saw a different screen

Shadow-Ghoul

Level 101

HP 101 000

DN 8000

MA 6000

A mutated and empowered form of the mindless ghouls.

[Shadow-Escape] Can periodically enter shadows to hid and ambush prey.

Passive [Feast] Consumes the flesh of corpses to regenerate its HP

“So they can evolve after eating their prey…I wonder if they eat stronger prey, would they inherit their abilities too?”

Dave let the idea go as he heard once again another howl of another tiger nearby.

***

Back at Moria’s Temple, TNT just submitted Pussy-Flanker’s Quest. The Undead Killing Quest, and the A class quest for finding information regarding the broken king’s Armor.

The priest was ‘shocked’ by the news and asked Pussy Flanker to come back another time once he has more information regarding the Black Skull Order.

Which were a ‘degenerate bunch of wanna-be undead and necromancers that wishes to bring the end of the world’. Or so the priest said.

“I will log out now,” Perfect Shot said to his friends.

“Are you sure, We can still have more fun, I believe that the eastern borders where we are, have a lot of good dungeons spread around here somewhere.” Human Fortress looked not the least bit fatigued by their continuous grind and wished for more.

“Nah, the Desolate Temple is the only low-level dungeon near Moria. Anything else is high level, too high level for even the strongest guilds to challenge right now. I should also Log out, am invited to a party this evening,” Pussy Flanker added his bit.

“Tch, leave you, and your high-class parties, just make sure to save some food for me.” Human Fortress logged out.

Perfect Shot pressed the Log Out option and found himself laying on a bed sized Game capsule.

Opening it, he took a breath of fresh air and headed toward his room’s door.

“Hey, Pops!” shouted Perfect Shot as he rushed down the mahogany made staircases.

Perfect Shot’s family had a good business, and they led a good life. Where his father was the CEO of a major TV company he could hardly find any difficulties with the necessities of life.

A far cry from Dave’s apartment, Perfect Shot’s House was an extravagant lodge with expensive furniture and decorations all around it.

“Tom, what is the rush?” a mildly old female voice called the rushing youngster.

The youth turned and looked at the wrinkled face of this person who was currently wiping a dish with a dry towel

“Hey Mum, you’ve seen my dad anywhere?” asked Perfect Shot, or Tom.

“He must be downstairs, fixing that old car, I tell you, he spends most of his free time with that tin-can, he should be spending more time with his family at least that way you won’t be losing your mind over that game…”

Tom knew that if he lets his mother continue on with those thoughts he would be stuck for hours to come so he rushed downstairs looking for his father.

Once he was downstairs he went through the garage door and found his dad under an old 1990 red Mustang.

“Hey pops, I have great news!” said Tom.

The father in question bumped his head on the car having been scared by the abrupt shout.

“Would it kill’ya if ya could just knock?” an old man of about fifty emerged from under the car. Face blemished with oil sludge, the old man took an overused rag and wiped his hands as he slowly stood up.

“You are still working on this car pops? You could just send it to a professional garage and they can fix it up for you.” Said Tom

“Nah, this thing is a gift from yr granpa, and I haf ta fix it miself. So Whatcha got for me?” said the old man.

“I landed an amazing business…it goes like this!”