Part-232
James stood over its lifeless body, panting heavily. He felt a familiar rush, a mix of exhiration and fatigue. It had been a grueling fight, but it was worth it. As he watched the creature disie into bck smoke, a notification popped up:
**[You have defeated the Ratling Sger. Reward: +1500 EXP]**
"One more to go," James muttered, gripping his sword tighter.
For the several hours, James repeated the process. He returo the dungeorance, rested briefly, and faced the Ratling Sger again. Each battle was more challenging tha as his stamina wore thin. Sweat dripped from his brow, and his vision blurred, but he pressed on. His determination drove him forward, each fight pushing him closer to his limit.
Finally, after his fifth and final battle, he colpsed to the ground, pletely draihe system notified him once more:
**[You have earned 2 unallocated stat points. Nearly a third point before dungeon fatigue reached maximum.]**
Breathing heavily, James allowed himself a moment of rest. He knew he couldn’t push any further today. As he slowly rose to his feet, every muscle in his body screamed in protest, but a small smile crept onto his face. He had grown stronger, and that was all that mattered.
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Ba his room, James sat on his bed, staring at the floating s in front of him. The glow from the s illumihe dark room, casting shadows on the walls. It was time to allocate his newly earat points. He sidered his options carefully, repying the battles in his mind.
He could feel the fatigue in his body and khat his strength was what had kept him alive in the dungeon. Without hesitation, he allocated both points to STR, watg as the numbers shifted:
- **STR**: 50 → 52
- ****: 55.1
- **DEX**: 44.9
- **INT**: 53.5
- **WIS**: 50.4
- **CHA**: 99
Seeing his stats updated brought a sense of aplishment, but he was also aware of how far he still had to go. He o be stronger, faster, and more resilient. He was aiming to master his swordsmanship, and these stats were just a small step in that dire.
James closed the s with a sigh and y down on his bed. The adrenaline from the dungeon battles had worn off, leaving him mentally and physically exhausted. He sidered heading to the gym but decided against it. For today, he'd rest. Tomorrow would be another battle, and he needed all the strength he could muster.
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The m, James arrived at the martial art ter where Carlos ducted his training. The instructor stood in the ter of the training yard, his arms crossed, eyes sharp and focused. James bowed respectfully and picked up the sword Carlos had id out for him. It wasn’t the lightweight practice sword he had used previously; this one was heavier, requiring more strength to wield.
Carlos gestured toward a marked line on the ground. "Today, you’ll swing 100 times. Each swing must be executed at a sistent interval of 2 seds. If you miss the rhythm, you start over."
