You have gained a level

'Hahaha! Go my minions! We shall make this entire floor ours!'

On the 89th floor of the Warwic Dungeon a skeleton could be seen riding on the back of a very large bear skeleton. Around this skeleton was a group of equally large skeletons and a slime.

I was leveling up like wind now that I had an army of giant skeletons to do my bidding. As nice as leveling up was I got a bit bored after a while of this and decided it was time to head back to the library again. I ordered my minions to keep hunting and drag dead bodies back to the castle so I could create more undead. Went I got back to the castle I noticed my army of regular skeletons was hard at work rebuilding. The castle almost looked like an actual castle again and not a pile of rubble. I made my way back down to the library while my friend split into a horde of slimes again.

'Hmmm, I should really think of a name for you huh?'

Sadly, I'd never named anything before and I only knew one name, it was the name of the one that wrote those sixteen volumes of languages, Xaxis. I didn't want to steal someone's name though, that would be rude. I decided I would give the name more thought if I ever learned how to talk. With that decided I focused on learning more magic and leveling up my current spells. I learned that spells would level up by just casting them, which was fortunate for me because I had a near limitless amount of mana from all the mana cores I was getting now. My own mana was also increasing every time I leveled up, this way if I ever run out of mana in a core I have an emergency pool that I can use.

Recently, thanks to leveling up, I maxed out my sight and could now see much, much further. I watched as various life forces around the area were slowly snuffed out.

'Well, they seem to be doing quite the job of killing anything on this floor.'

You have gained a level

I was still gaining experience every time one of my minions would kill something.

'Wow, I wonder what my stats are looking like now.'

Name:NoneTotal Level:94[/tr]Title:Dungeon Mystic Knight SkeletonJob:Floor 89 Monster - Warwic Dungeon[/tr]Main Class:Mystic KnightRace:Undead-HP:86/86MP:164/164Strength:58Dexterity:38Constitution:43Intelligence:55Wisdom:82Charisma:0Main SkillsLongsword:IntermediateShortbow:BeginnerSword Throw:IntermediateSurge:ExpertSecond Wind:ExpertMain SpellsFrost Armor:1st levelFrost Bolt:1st levelFrost Blade:1st levelTouch of Death:1st levelMass Create Undead:3rd level-Experience:29,006

My Intelligence and Wisdom increased dramatically, I assumed that was because of casting Create Undead so much that it evolved.

'Hmm, I still don't feel like it's enough. Having a high level is nice and all but I need skills to go along with it.'

I turned my focus back to my reading and would soon learn something that would skyrocket my training rate.

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On the bridge between floors 39 and 40 a very large group of adventurers could be seen crossing, leading this group were eight incredibly strong adventurers.

"So, we've only just past the fourth block? Ugh, this would be so much faster if we didn't have to wait for these useless NPCs." The one to complain was Hilda, she always preferred doing things herself, but because her life was at stake she teamed up with six other people, this was the most she was willing to compromise without complaint, anymore and she usually ended up complaining constantly.

"Hilda, you said the same thing when we past the first block, and the second, and the third..." Black, of course, was the one to respond, he wasn't very fond of Hilda who would always voice a complaint whenever the team had to do something she didn't like.

"Yeah? Well why don't you just-" Hilda's response was cut off by a scream from one of the adventurers. Looking back the group saw someone falling, it appeared to be a young girl.

"Oh, looks like some idiot fell, good riddance." Hilda laughed to herself as she seemed to forget what she was previously going to complain about.

One of the members of the team stopped and knelt down to prey for the poor soul that just fell, this was Elisabeth, the Priestess. Hilda happened to notice this and decided she had something to say.

"Really Liz? I know you have to keep up the act of being the "Priestess" and all, but all you're doing is wasting time."

At this remark Elisabeth looked over to Hilda and suddenly Hilda heard a voice in her head.

'Didn't I tell you never to call me Liz while we're around the NPCs!? Acting this way is necessary if we want to win them over, have you forgotten that!?!'

At this Hilda threw her hands up.

"Sheesh, fine shit, no need to yell." Hilda turned around and kept walking.

While kneeling there "praying" for the girl that fell, Elisabeth made sure that everyone passing by noticed. The adventurers who walked by her noticed what she was doing and whispered to each other.

"Wow, shes praying for someone she didn't even know."

"I guess she really does care for every soul, even if she never knew them."

"Here I thought she was just a Priestess in name only."

'That's right you predictable NPCs, you idiots will believe anything you see.'

This was her plan, to win over the trust and love of all the NPCs in the country. Why? Simple, the power of the people, if one had that they could easily overthrow any existing King or Queen and take the throne for themselves. If the people could also be convinced that they did this in the name of a god, it would be even more effective. The plan was to gain the trust of the people and then eventually overthrow the King of Gaham, the country they were currently in. This way they would have much more man power to search for a way home, and if that failed, they would be the rulers of a country, so it was a win-win.

As for the girl who fell, well, she would end up either very lucky, or very unlucky, depending on how you look at it.