Part-231

  With a new fire in his belly, Lemon began to feel hopeful again. He had a pn, and this time, he wouldn’t be the one humiliated. Instead, he would be the puppeteer, pulling the strings from the shadows while watg James unravel.

  As he plotted, however, he couldn’t shake the sehat he was stepping into dangerous territory. But in Lemon’s mind, there was n back. He was ready to wage war, and James would never see it ing. The thrill of the game returned, and this time, Lemon was determio win.

  The air ihe Lamp of Time dungeon was thick with a stench that James had grown aced t his repeated runs. Dim, flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows oone walls as he ventured into the Level 1 area once again. The damp atmosphere was heavy, as if the dungeon itself was weighing on his shoulders. The sounds of distant scurrying echoed around him, indig the presence of his target: the Ratling Sger.

  This was James' third time ihe dungeon, but this time he wasn’t aiming for the more dangerous Level 2. Instead, he focused solely on mastering Level 1, and more specifically, farming the Ratling Sger boss. The process was grueling, requiring patiend determination. Eater was a brutal test of his endurahe Ratling Sger was a ing aless creature, its sharp cws and agility making every battle feel like a test of both skill and willpower.

  After he defeating the Level 1, he exited the level 1 aered it again. The dungeon was silent except for the faint echo of dripping water. James stepped into the dimly lit corridripping his worn-out sword tightly. His body ached from previous battles, and the scars on his arms stung with every movement, but he pushed forward. He had to bee stronger, and this was the only way to do it.

  As he approached the chamber of the Ratling Sger, the foul stench grew stronger, and he could hear the beast scuttling around. The boss was a grotesque rat-human hybrid, t over him with matted fur, gnashih, and bloodshot eyes. The moment it saw James, it let out a screed lu him with ferocity.

  This time, James was ready. He sidestepped the initial attad tered with a well-timed strike to the creature's side. The ratling howled in pain, but it wasn't enough to stop it. They exged blows, James using his agility to dodge its cws, while the beast used its weight and size to try and overpower him.

  Every swing of his sword sent shockwaves of pain through his arms, and every strike from the ratli bruises on his body. But James refused to back down. He danced around the creature, looking for openings and exploiting them with precision. After what felt like ay, he mao nd a decisive blow, cutting deep into the ratling's neck. With a final, gurgling screech, the beast colpsed.