Variants of high leveled monsters were both blessed and cursed at the same time. They were blessed as they were born with power many variants would never even approach. But they were cursed with near stagnation of power. Being high leveled from the start meant they were already as perfect as they could get more or less for their species. Each stone they consumed as a result barely added anything to their power. For this one I'd wager it had been alive for a couple thousand years at least for it to have made it to where it was currently.-
It was easily mid level eight if not high eight. If I wasn't wrong it had likely only gotten there by camping on this floor and devouring whatever the actual monster rex of this floor was supposed to be when it respawned. It's evolutionary path had ironically also cut it off from going deeper in search of stronger monster stones to devour. I was referring to it's size of course. It flat out couldn't fit down the stairs any more and even after variation monsters didn't intentionally damage the dungeon.-
Still i didn't think about this for too long as once I regenerated enough energy I regrew one of my arms and dug through my scorched but intact bag for a potion. Popping the cork on the vial I dumped the contents down my throat and sighed as my energy pool started to surge again though I knew it would take me a while to fully recover it all especially since I had to regrow my body parts and then fix Ottar who was looking kinda on the verge of kicking it. No rest for the wretched I suppose.-
Once I was whole again I serious did have to rush over as I could even see the dudes soul starting to detatch from his body which was NOT a good sign. Thankfully once I stabilized his insides that stopped being the case and I could put more attention into fully repairing his body. This wasn't simple regrowth or reattachment here as his limbs were more or less blended together in very unnatural ways. I found a fucking finger bone all the way up near his shoulder if that explains anything. I eventually got him right as rain but didn't bother waking his unconscious ass up as I too preferred to call it a day.-
Forget food or anything sleep was a sweet temptress I was more than happy to let seduce me. I of course covered both of us before I conked out and didn't wake up till a good day later. Ottar woke up before that and busted out of his stone sleeping bag and was sharpening his spare dagger since I sorta kinda erased his sword with my last attack since it was in the snakes eye, oops? He didn't look too heartbroken about it but then again he wasn't exactly the most expressive of people so who knew.-
We ate the rest of our rations and I took the single fang that was somehow dropped by the thing. Even without any extra energy being added the thing still popped with lightning and poison. I took one of my adamantite hearts and used it to forge Ottar a new sword that was even better than his previous one and durandal too so it was indestructible. We started heading up after he was geared properly as there was no more reason to stay here. -
We moved across the thunder mountain floors and then the frozen floors over the next three days. Finally we got back to the floors we didn't need to put in effort on and I started rocketing us across them taking only another two days to reach topside again. We both went our separate ways as he had to report to Freya and I had to go to Hestia. I hadn't forgotten the massive pile of metal visible even from the center of the city. I needed to coat the wall of the city too here soon and that was going to take some time it I wanted it to stick.-
"Finally! Do you have any idea how many complaints we got from that fool Loki!?" Hestia yelled as I walked in.
"Does it matter? Just tell her to buzz off." I said dismissively.
"I can't when she's holding all that metal of your hostage!" she said angrily.
"Hmm, THAT is annoying. Update me real fast and i'll go have a word with her people. i'm sure if I bash in enough heads she'll see reason." I said casually.
"Somehow that's even worse." she said tiredly.
I just grinned at that and we went and got the update out of the way.
Name: Alexander Drake
Race: Fallen
Level:6(can level up)
Strength:3000(~)
Endurance:3000(~)
Agility:3000(~)
Dexterity:3000(~)
Magic: 3000(~)
Spells: Hell's forge(Innate technique): Can use anything from a living being and reshape or refine it per ones will.(Incantation: Hell's forge)(Extensions: cursed tool creation)(Reversion: Heaven's judgement)(Domain expansion: Forge of the Fallen)
Hell fire(Embodiment): Flames born of hell to burn away the sins of wicked souls.(Reversion: Helheim)(Domain expansion: Forge of the Fallen)
Sin of Pride: Through pride all things great and small, good or evil can be accomplished. Beware however that ones pride does not outstrip their means lest they fall to sin.(Incantation: Peccatum Superbiae)(Reversion: Peccatum Inertiae)(Domain expansion: Forge of the Fallen)
Skills: Heavenly restriction: In exchange for the ability to wield mana and magic one gains access to cursed energy and cursed techniques.
Authority of black: Permanent great increase to cursed energy efficiency, amount and control. Magic will always start at F rank after leveling up.
Reverse cursed technique: Grants access to positive cursed energy and reversion techniques.
Lord of the Fallen: Lord of the Fallen that rules the forge of Hell and purifies the sins of all souls that pass through his domain. Sublimates the soul over time. Large permanent increase to crafting with cursed energy. Large permanent decrease to all stats for each innocent soul killed and increase for each sinful soul killed. Grants skills: Soul gaze, Infernal command
Soul gaze: See the souls of all things and their sins.
Infernal command: Sinful souls bend to your will and hellish creatures obey your voice.
Developmental Skills: Curse-smith(C), Cursebody(C), Mystery(D), Rex(B), Fallen(B)
"WHAT DID YOU DO!?" Hestia screamed in horror at the sight.