Part-274

  As he tucked the remaining stones bato his pouch, James couldn’t help but wonder how this new ability might shape his future battles. The dungeon always seemed to reward him with exactly what he needed, as if it reparing him for something greater. Something beyond these simple goblins and their predictable patterns.

  His thoughts drifted to the Level 2 Late Midse, the area he had beeant to enter before. With **Bullseye** in his arsenal, maybe now was the time to push forward, to test himself against the dungeon’s more formidable ehe thought filled him with both anticipation and a touch of nervous excitement. There would be new challenges, hreats, but also new rewards.

  James took o look at the chamber around him, the torches flickering against the stone walls. The dungeon was silent now, the echoes of battle fading into the distance. He had grown stronger in this pce—sharper, more skilled. And now, with this new ability, he was more than ready to see what y ahead.

  “Alright,” he muttered to himself, a grin spreading across his face. “Let’s see what you’ve got for me .”

  With that, James turned and strode toward the exit of the chamber, his wooden sword hanging at his side, his pouch of stones light against his hip, and the promise of greater challenges waiting just beyond the door.

  The air in the dungeon was thick with a palpable sense of dread as James stepped into the Level 2: Late Midse. He had made it this far, battling through tless goblins, honing his skills, and unlog new abilities. But this se was unlike anything he had faced before—an upgraded version of the Early Midse, filled with double the goblins.

  The torches along the stone walls flickered ominously as James sed the room. In front of him were eight sword-wielding goblins a archers perched on ledges, their glowing yellow eyes locked onto him with predatory iy. The sheer number of enemies was daunting. But James wasn’t the same warrior he had been whearted this dungeon crawl. He had grown, not only in strength but in tactics.

  A grim smile crossed his face as he tightened his grip on his wooden sword. His muscles tensed, ready for a. He reached into his pouch, feeling the smooth stones he had gathered earlier, now a key part of his strategy. This wasn’t going to be easy, but he wasn’t about to back down.

  “Let’s see what you’ve got,” he muttered, eyeing the goblins.

  The goblins, as if sensing his challenge, began to move. The archers raised their bows, arrows already nocked, while the swordsmen advaheir crude bdes scraping against the ground with metallic screeches.

  James sprang into a, his body moving before his mind could eveer the threat. He hurled a sto the archer, the projectile flying straight and true, thanks to his Bullseye skill. The gobli out a pained screech as the storuck its chest, knog it off its ledge.