I truly am the Greatest Grandmaster of all forms of Martial Arts. This skill called [Dragon Claw Arts Lv1]... Since coming into this dirty hole. This foolish tunnel. I've been dealing some huge physical damage equal to ALMOST 1% of my STR stat. Per hit. I was comparable to a God...

Like what I did 4 days earlier, I've been trying out some nasty skills and abilities that have been appearing constantly in my status panel. This time with [Dragon Claw Arts], the best skill ever. And I've been getting very slightly larger since then; now approximately a 6 meter wingspan--compared to my previous 2 meters.

Sometimes my big long tail gets stuck in these juicy glory holes. They were naturally eroded into the soil-made walls of the undersized tunnel. And as I maneuvered to re-erect my tail, this 'borong' doujin sound effect plays... Well, not that I'll let anything weird happen to my tail. I'm not into dungeon livestock. Nor am I into slimes. Well, other than one specifically powerful slime... arguably... trap...

With my power level here, I could sweep out this whole EXP dungeon with just one breath attack, really. Of course, I wouldn't do that. I'll enjoy this experience, to level my Dragon Claw Arts, and fix some skill issues unrelated to my status panel. Sometimes... it could be fun--just exploring a basic isekai. A wet dream of sorts, fully realized...

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[Luteus Blowhole] [4S+] [Dungeon Lv201]

[Conditions]:

[Weathering (Stone/Water/Wind)] [Putridity] [Decaying]

[Modifications]:

[All Slimes ATK Increased+25] [All Slimes DEF Increased+60] [All Rock Slimes All-Stats Increased+15]

[Fixed Spawn/AVGLv: 4629]:

[Rock Slime (Lv200-280)] [hard Rock Slime (Lv299-401)] [Stone Slime (Lv99-106)] [EXP Slime (Lv31081)]

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Whoa--! How surprising!

It's a dungeon... This great reveal might top even the legendary earth-quaking gender reveal party--!

--

I looked through this dungeon's special little status panel. The dungeon 'Conditions' and 'Modifications' sections were pretty new to me... well, so was everything else in this world, including myself. Average Level 4629... Not bad, not bad. And an EXP Slime at Level 31081. An EXP slime... Not attractive at all. It's not like I harbored this pure thirst for a substance called EXP.

--

Slime juices dripped along the ceiling, as the walls of dry, brittle soil stayed unnaturally rigid. Even with the disturbance of my tail--they remained strong, unwavering to the likes of a dragon.

Being this big, even with my wings smeared deep onto my back like an American with his butter knife... A disgusting noise yet came from the tip of my left wing. Dried slime substances made a rough layer of rigidity onto the walls of the dungeon. My wings scraped the dry walls of this bland nasal cavity, alike a nail to a chalkboard...

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[[Defeated [Rock Slime (Lv203)]. Absorbed EXP.]]

[[Skill:[Dragon Claw Arts (minor)] Leveled Up: [Lv1 -> Lv2]]]

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I moved my arms around, swinging around my blunt claws. Possibly blunt just due to my young age.

I was simply trying to upgrade my best skill available, [Dragon Claw Arts Lv1]. It humbly acknowledges its personally low level...

Whenever I used it on something, it offered damage totaling less than 5% of my STR stat. This reminds me. Sorry. Very sorry. So very sorry. I apologize for this wastage of Chapter Word Count. I should be looking deep into this dungeon.

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[Weathering (Stone(SS-)/Water(B+)/Wind(S-) Lv5] [Dungeon Condition]

[Possible Weather Conditions: 0.8%]:

• Randomly activated / per minute.

[Neutral Rain] [Breeze] [Big Pebbles to Trip On] [Stalactite Hailstorm] [Stalagmite Field] [Typhoon] [Stone Hail Cyclone] [(Wind Blast Lv5)] [Petrification] [(Air-blade Lv5) Storm] [Small Meteor] [(Stone Bullet Lv5) Hell] [Meteor (minor)] [Meteor (medium)]

[Possible Status Afflictions: 3%]:

• Randomly assigned / per minute.

[ATK Reduction] [DEF Reduction+1] [Greater DEF Reduction] [SPD Reduction] [Minimal LUCK Reduction] [HP Drain+1]

[Ambient Afflictions: 100%]:

• Constantly occurs.

[Decay] [Decay+] [Decay++] [Decay+++] [Corrosion] [Acid Air]

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Not that Decay, Decay, Decay, Decay, Corrosion, or Acid Air were doing anything to me...

That puff of gas I described in the end of the previous chapter must have been some trace material of [Unfavorable Grassland] mixed with a quick Wind Blast. Doesn't seem dangerous, overall, and I'll go on...

...

 

...

The traces of the previous biome soon faded, sloping downwards as the path became darker. The path, of which, yet became wider, as my 'Sense' ability did tell me. The far-growing roots of yellow-green grass had stopped occurring--and there were no additional pieces of slime that I found stuck to my legs...

Sands of dirt and soil drifted down the sides of the tunnel, as one or two mobs (Rock Slimes) did come up as fruitless, occasional sacrifices...

Just one or two.

 

 

 

Based on another sensation I received from my [Sense Lv7] skill, I could tell that this next turn in front of me finally had some kind of trap. Since I'm only able to sense anything up to 7 meters away I honestly couldn't tell what kind of nasty contraption it could've been.

So I just walked right into it...

But nothing happened to me. Disappointing. Nothing really changed about my status or condition, other than my y-position as I fell several meters into another slimy hallway. Was this another dungeon? Or the same dungeon? I couldn't tell, since my [Identification] was being blocked...

And I wasn't just being lazy. I had proof:

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[IDENTIFICATION BLOCKED]

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For every attempt of Identification, the whole panel had definitely flashed before my eyes, before flickering into something telling me: 'IDENTIFICATION BLOCKED.'

I was slightly impressed. It must've been something powerful. [31081] wasn't a low Level value at all, I'd say. But maybe it could've been a 'faked status' kind of thing.

Though I'd prefer meeting the top OP beings, and either befriending or removing them--I'd typically expect the weakest mobs to be thrown at me, early into a generic story like this. So it's possible that whatever creature was blocking my Identification had some form of interference skill specific to Identification.

Either way, their reaction speed was not to be underestimated...

 

 

 

Darkness and shade hid every feature of the dungeon from sight.

While my underdeveloped scales did dimly emit some form of light--it wasn't helpful at all. All it really illuminated was the floor under my belly area.

 

 

 

Every step I took lent a calming sensation, alike sand, to my feet. Dry soil rubbed against my soles, as my claws drew miniature trails onto the dirt ground, barely visible beside the lit area below my stomach.

The dirt below sung airily, flowing along my calves, and flowing through itself.

The sound wasn't irritating...

 

As I continued my casual stroll through the lightweight dungeon, a gust of wind blew along my body. It was a huge surprise that left me hanging. Screaming in fear. Calling for help.

 

Then I gasped loudly in pain. A little rock had flown from somewhere into my face, dealing a brain-damaging amount of [0] damage to me. More surprising than that gust of wind. If I had pants on, they'd already be wet.

 

For some time, rocks seemed to rain onto my body. It must've been one of those Weathering Conditions that I read about earlier.

Soon enough, I made a decisive choice. Following a harsh dilemma to stroll several steps further into the dungeon cavity, instead of crying about my grave injuries. Then I noticed an increasing bulge under my feet: there was a real steep slope and set of stairways upwards right in front of me.

Then I looked upwards into the abyss above myself, there was a huge, circular stone of staggeringly extreme girth, that came heaving down towards me from above. 

I wondered just what I should be doing here. The rock was pretty big, and must have been that 'Meteor' Dungeon Condition that caught my attention earlier. Fucking disappointing, that it wasn't burning up in the atmosphere or anything.

 

As I was about to compress an amount of MP into my throat, I recalled the shithead rule I set for myself. Which was to fuck this place in the ass without any magic skills, not excluding Dragon's Breath. Would be a lot more fun to split this ball with my pure STR stat, than to play around with MP only to vaporize such a friendly ball, willing to approach me without hostility.

I've said so, and the current mini-arc inside this dungeon will not consist of myself using such a USELESS ability called Dragon's Breath. I'm a completely honest man...!

And any sane person would agree... 'Please...! Don't sacrifice your nubile body for such a Dragon's Breath attack. I'd love for you to keep your innocence AND virginity, Dragon! So that we...'

But I disagree. As a genderless being, constituent of NONE of whichever gender, I am the most powerful Virgin to exist. Sexless. No Sex Ever. Made of PURE Gender Equality, none of each side. There was no denying such true statement.

As such, I kept 'Dragon Claw Arts' active, and gave that rock boulder a flick of my hand. Just waving away a fly. 'Eww. Shoo!' I said internally as I nonchalantly waved my hands. A mere rock? Lame. My face was contorted in disgust. More like--have an AlphaMale. Like me. (SATIRE)

 

While it was seemingly tempting to massage my dragon body with a shower of rocks--

--Seeing that a quick slap could get me this much skill EXP, I continued my activity. Dicing my ingredients, farming skill levels for just a few seconds until the final piece of rock hit the ground. I did try. I made an attempt at hitting as many pieces of debris as possible, just as a form of self-training. And just to take that S-rated Full Combo. As many Perfects as possible...

...

But at that time...

...I didn't know.

I didn't realize. That I had missed one piece of rock.

Because that was when 'that' happened.

--Because they--a criminal dragon--dare destroy his family and friends. Its SPIRIT, its WILL...

Its HATRED and VENGEANCE...

...It caused the ruin of my Full Combo, being one among many Misses I made. Leaving me with a disappointing A-rank...

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[[Skill:[Dragon Claw Arts (minor)] Leveled Up: [Lv2 -> Lv6]]]

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It was, too, this actual moment that marked my legacy unto this world, as a Master of Dragon Claw Arts. A craftsman whose skillful set of claws could make expert carpenters cry in shame.

 

This was a pretty good place. Not a single mob to bother with in this area, just cute little traps...

And speaking of Traps... Well, I may just do so. Just when I get to level Humanification a bit.

 

 

 

While nothing much happened, I did happen to come across several turns.

Weather Conditions occasionally interrupted my peaceful, serene walk through a darkened hole. I shrugged them off easily with my definite DEF-stat chad mindset, as they came eagerly. Simply said, I was just that attractive. My presence must have been beyond even their Dungeon Master.

--

The next thing was falling spikes...

I let one of them hit my body, which left me with, yet, all of my HP. So these weren't relevant things to look out for.

--

That was then--that I arrived. The Urethral Valve (door) before the Womb (whatever's behind the door).

It was simply this, which I had to unlock...

A hulking huge, locked stone door was erected upon the ground, sealing the further path into the cave.

Mhm, mhm. Acceptable...

It was where all travelers fall awry, to the legendary ultimatum. The final Crossword Puzzle enigma of the gamer mind. A place where all run astray, into the path of madness as they try and fail...

Thus, I delivered a solid kick to the door with my front leg. The doorway shook and rumbled, as a shrill sound played through my head. I immediately withdrew--backwards--in clear disgust when 'Sense' noticed me--an incoming trap from below--

A big, black, slimy, spine shot up from the ground below where I was before--

--!

I exhaled lightly. I wasn't sure--

--But that was a lot faster than those falling spikes from earlier. Maybe because this was forcibly propelled. Not by mere gravity, but by some nasty form of sorcery...

But then--

The shrill noise came again. Another set of spikes--!

I hopped again, evading--

--

--I thought it was just one.

--But it was an entire field. An entire field of spikes that covered every surface nearby the stone doorway. These surfaces didn't exclude the floor beneath my underbelly, still saturated with baby fat and essential oils...! 

Nngh! Right through my empty stomach. Really hurts this time...

'Sense' was a bit naughty to only tell me about one part of the trap...