Perfect dungeon break completion
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"Leader, your attack is incredibly powerful, but unfortunately it doesn't seem enough for this wretched boss. So, should I give everything I have now as well?"
Alex shouted, feeling the gravity increase until his bones ached. He focused all his strength on a fixed point; the space twisted there, and the boss struggled, trapped in a field that crushed it from all sides.
"Now, leader, I can't hold it much longer!" Alex shouted, sweat streaming down his face.
The Sword Saint opened his eyes, radiating a golden glow. Within them shone a distant firmament, long forgotten. His blade trembled with excitement.
Arnaldo raised the blade toward the shattered ceiling of the cavern, his voice reverberating throughout the dungeon as if it were a decree.
"Final Judgment Lv2"
Arnaldo's body was surrounded by a power rivaling that of a three-star Hunter; in fact, he became even stronger than a common three-star Hunter.
Strength 100 → 200, Dexterity 100 → 200, Agility 80 → 280, Constitution 80 → 360, Intelligence → 385, Wisdom 20 → 405, Charisma 60 → 465, Luck 20 → 495, Perception 50 → 545.
Arnaldo smiled, feeling the vibration of his sword.
"Alex, what do you think of my ability? It takes the 545 total of my base attributes and multiplies it by the level of the skill itselfunfortunately, it's only at Lv2."
Amid the attack, Arnaldo, the Sword Saint, took the opportunity to show off to his new companion.
The air tore as a pillar of light descended from the firmament, powerful and absolute, as if the sky had opened right there. Every fragment of his power converged on his sword, making the embedded dragon roar, transforming 1,090 points of pure energy into a decisive impact.
The Colossus boss lifted its head to roar back, but its roar was silenced by the Sword Saint's dragon blade. The undead dissolved into dust before making any futile move, and the floor cracked into dozens of fissures.
Alex had to defend himself with all his power; even with gravitational defense active, he felt his body falter in the face of the demonstration of strengthit was as if he were supporting the weight of the firmament itself. For a moment, he was certain he would die.
When the light faded, only silence remained. The boss had disappeared, and the corpses fell to ashes.
"One thousand and ninety," Arnaldo said, looking at Alex, who stared without blinking.
"Finally, that grotesque thing is gone. I was getting tired. At least my suit is still intact," Arnaldo stretched a little and stored his sword in his inventory.
"Leader, didn't you overdo it a bit?" Alex stored his sword in the inventory, looked at the Sword Saint with undisguised respect, and said.
"Do you think I overdid it? Well, you're right, but let's be honest, those damn things wouldn't die," Arnaldo helped Alex to rise from where he was sitting.
"Leader, you're right, but sir, what kind of skill is that you just used? Isn't it a bit broken? A skill that multiplies all your attributes by its own level? I wish I had something like that."
Arnaldo looked at him and began to laugh, happy.
"Did you know that the Professor told me exactly the same thing?"
"The leader means… your father?"
Arnaldo nodded affirmatively.
"He used to tell me all the time that I had the resilience of a protagonist, and according to him, the only thing I lacked was an overpowered skill. That's when he gave me the Final Judgment skill."
Hearing the words that came from Arnaldo's mouth, Alex was perplexed and decided to ask.
"Can a Hunter's skills be passed from one person to another?" Alex asked, his eyes shining with interest.
"As far as I know, no. Passing skills is impossible," Arnaldo shook his head and said promptly.
"Then why did the Leader say that my father passed the Final Judgment to you?"
"Your father is an anomaly. Even today, we don't know how he was capable of performing things that defied the natural course of the world."
Alex asked several questions about his father, but Arnaldo wasn't very comfortable talking about him; no one knew why.
"Let's go; the dungeon is going to close for a reset," Arnaldo said as they began walking toward the exit.
"All that horror will be reset?" Alex asked, quickening his pace.
"Absolutely not. The events we just experienced are tied to the human factor. It seems that some powerful necromancers caused all of thiswe just haven't found them," Arnaldo sighed, a little disappointed.
"So that means the dungeon will return to normal, right?"
"You're sharp. Yes, that's practically what you said. There will be a tribe of orcs populating the dungeon."
Alex thought for a moment before asking another question.
"How are the exploration rights of this dungeon handled, considering the guild that held them lost them due to the dungeon's rupture?"
"When that happens, the rights return to the association. A new public contest is held, and another guild is selected to manage the dungeon."
Alex reflected on the explanation and realized it made sense.
"Part of the earnings goes back to the state in the form of taxes and exploration fees, right, Leader?"
"Affirmative."
Two figures emerged from the dungeon through the portal, which closed right behind them.
"Your Majesty, Holy Sword, you've finally come out! Why did it take so long?" Félix asked, joking with Platinum One and Two.
"Most likely the Leader was showing off to the newbie instead of finishing the dungeon boss quickly," Joana said, pouting.
"Where's the mage? I suppose there's nothing else to do here, right?"
Arnaldo used his position to delegate responsibility to the military. Now that the rupture problem was resolved, a government logistics team would handle the situation.
Once the logistics team completed their work, a damage repair team would be dispatched to restore everything that was damaged. Those who had lost their homes could return, and those who had lost family members would be supported by the association's humanitarian funds.
As the mage had arrived, they teleported back to the Hunters' Association.
"Finally back! It's so good to smell the sweet home,"
"Newbie, you're dismissed. Your day has been very hectic; a good rest is well deserved," Arnaldo said, placing a hand on Alex's shoulder and suggesting that even on his first day, he had to enter a dungeon.
"Thank you, Leader. I'm really exhausted. Even though my attributes, HP, and MP have been restored with potions, my mind is still tired."
"Arnaldo and Joana, come with me. Félix, you coordinate the ongoing missions."
"Yes, General," the three replied in unison.
Since Alex already knew the way, he decided to go home to rest. Joana, attentive as always, gave him some money so he could take a taxi.