Igris pulled up his status. Even with his Stage 2 Cancer penalty bringing his
Strength down to roughly 45 points, applying a 100x Multiplier would give him an
effective combat strength of 4,500.
At Level 8, he was a walking nuclear warhead.
"Twenty-eight minutes, huh?" Igris muttered, rolling his fully healed shoulders.
A competitive, predatory smirk spread across his face.
He turned around and walked right back into the abyssal mouth of the dungeon.
A few students noticed him re-entering.
"Hey, look! The Null Talent guy is going back in!" "Did he die in the first five
minutes and just respawn?" one of them laughed. "He must have a death wish!"
Igris ignored them. The moment the darkness of the dungeon swallowed him, the
System chimed.
[ Would you like to reset the Green Lizard Dungeon instance? ] "Yes," Igris
commanded.
The prehistoric forest materialized around him once more.
This time, there was no crouching. There was no sneaking.
