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Dark clouds loomed over the sky, casting the wet night into a dreadful darkness.
The rapid fall of the rain pattering against the poorly constructed homes was an almost calming symphony to what would soon become a murderous night.
BOOM!!
Thunder shook the earth as a purple streak of lightning flashed across the sky.
If someone were to look outside through the rain during that small flash of light, they'd see a child of about 15-16 years old, with drenched oversized clothes, standing in the rain whilst grasping a glowing green rock.
Truly a strange sight to behold.
Oz braced himself, going over the plan in his mind and entering the neighboring shack to him.
The inmates were all divided in their housing by area.
Of course, there were other roles Oz couldn't bother to learn, but these inmates in the Dung scooper section were all incredibly weak, yet there were many of them.
Which meant plenty of experience, and Oz had a theory to test.
CREEEEK.
Similar to his own hut, this door was incredibly creaky, with the rickety door barely hanging onto its hinges.
Oz knew the floor would be creaky and wasted no time.
He bent his knees and took a single big leap across the floor, landing on his tiptoes and next to the small bed, his target still peacefully sleeping, unaware that this would be his final rest.
Oz clenched the stone and raised his hand.
WACK!!
"Ugh!" the figure lying in bed moaned out in pain; however, the violent storm outside contained all noise and Oz would not let this opportunity pass.
WACK!!
WACK!!
WACK!!
Oz continued swinging in the dark.
Each hit growing more and more vicious, blindly bashing away in the dark until he heard the sound he wanted.
SPLISH!!
A wet lump splashed across his cheek, and a smile slowly spread as he read the words that lit up across his eyes.
[Experience Gained, Killed Realm 0, Low Proficiency Human.]
However, another surprise awaited Oz as another notification came soon after, alongside an unexplainable sensation.
The feeling of a cool surge flowing through his veins nearly caused him to let out moans of pleasure.
[Leveled Up!]
[Name: Oz]
[Level: 2]
[Realm: 0]
[Proficiency: Low]
[Bloodline: Locked]
The boy slumped to the ground, his eyes widening as he examined his body for any changes, "So it's true."
Oz stayed kneeled there in the darkness of the blood-stenched room.
The rain continued pitter-pattering outside as if trying to urge him back into its embrace.
Oz hypothesized this result, and he was happy to be correct.
Not one to refuse to oblige the rain's humble request, he quickly stood up and went back outside, ready to continue his "leveling experience."
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{Moments later... a figure approached Oz's shack}
BOOM!!
Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the runny mud with a purple radiance.
Huff… huff… huff…
Heavy breathing could be heard as a large figure trudged and jiggled his way towards a particular shack in the dung cleaner section of the Dung Den.
BAM!!
The door was kicked open as a plump figure entered, his 3rd leg entering first like a canine craving for its meal, but what the man met shocked him.
There in the middle of the room was a bare naked figure, crimson oozing from its head, and its crotch area pulverized.
The figure bent down, groping the body in panic before calming down. "Wooh, so it's not the newbay. I almost lost a brand new "pleasure toy."
The pervert licked his lips while rising back to his feet, "From the looks of it, someone tried to get a taste before me."
He peeled his eyes down at the barely visible corpse in the suffocating darkness, "Serves em' right, but where'd newbay run off to?.."
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{Meanwhile... in another worker's shack}
"MMMFFF!!"
[Experience Gained, Killed Realm 0, Low Proficiency Human.]
[Leveled Up!]
A muffled scream rang out as another victim was swiftly and permanently put to rest, and with that, an invigorating coolness surged through Oz's body.
He had begun progressing more and more quickly as he not only "leveled up" but also learned more effective ways of taking life away.
The boy was surprised at his rapid boost in strength; he squeezed his fists as the feeling was truly intoxicating.
He focused in on the box, bringing up his raised stats.
[Name: Oz]
[Level: 7]
[Realm: 0]
[Proficiency: Medium]
[Bloodline: Locked]
Oz had killed 20 men so far with no plans of stopping.
Yeh, he felt that while he was almost at a certain threshold, his progress had slowed down.
While the feeling of quick kills was intoxicating alongside his growing strength, he knew that someone would eventually notice something wrong.
He had to adjust some plans, he had to speed up his leveling.
He pondered.
Oz took a glance at the notification screen in his eyes from the most recent kill.
[Experience Gained, Killed Realm 0, Low Proficiency Human.]
"Proficiency." Oz gently sounded out.
He noticed since he became level 4, his proficiency had risen to Medium.
The dung scoopers were almost always the weak, sickly majority, so perhaps taking out stronger foes would yield more experience.
Oz paused; it was high-risk, high-reward.
The sanctioned unit Oz was in was for pooper scoopers, but close by was the miners' area, each of them being incredibly muscular men.
Oz gulped; it was high-risk indeed.
"After what I went through for this stone, I can't back out now!" Oz hyped himself up and braced before running back outwards into the moist embrace of the pelting rain, the occasional lightning strike being all there was to illuminate his path to the miner area.
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{In another part of the Dun Den}
BAM!!
Another door was kicked open.
The pervert walked in belly first, his 3rd leg tucked into his pant sleeves and his quivering lust overcome by sheer rage, "Who the fak does this newbay think he is?"
The pervert's quaking voice scared the two men behind him, who were unsure of how to answer.
The falling rain was all that could be heard as they stayed far back outside of the house with their heads down, continuing to get soaked.
PITTER PITTER PITTER
The pervert growled out his orders, "Rally up the men and search the area. Bring the newbay to me."
The guards, covered in thin black cloaks, awkwardly bowed and backed up before turning around and shifting into full-out sprints.
The pervert stood there standing over the corpse before calmly crouching down and examining it, running his fingers across its neck. "He's getting better… and stronger?"
The pervert grimaced, "Just one more year, and I'm through. Then it'll all be worth it. Just gotta nip little newbay in the bud."
He then got up and glanced at the corpse once more before turning around returning to the storm's soaking embrace.
BOOM!!
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{Meanwhile near the Miner Area of the Dung Den}
Thunder rang out across the sky, and the lightning became more and more common as the ground began to get struck.
Oz had seen trees on the surrounding outskirts of the Dung Den get struck down, causing him to pick up the pace even more.
Finally, he had arrived at the miners' shacks, made from the same rickety woods as the dung scoopers and everyone else.
The ore and even the rock were valuable materials.
Not even the miners could get their hands on any, with it being closely managed by the "boss" and those above him.
A big reason why Oz had to find his outside of the Dung Den and not the mines.
Oz continued forward on the outer area of the shacks.
The miners were definitely higher up on the hierarchy than the dung scoopers, and it showed in their housing.
While still dilapidated, the hut wasn't shaking and creaking against the forces of nature nearly as much as those of the dung scoopers.
Oz calmly slowed his breath, breathing in and exhaling out purposefully.
He reached out and slowly opened the door.
The door was quieter than those at the dung den, but a barely audible creaking quietly reverberated out, yet still shushed by the ever-increasing storm outside.
Oz carefully entered to see a figure whose hulking muscular physique could be made out even in the stirring dark, lying atop his makeshift mattress.
His massive figure shifted up and down with each thunderous snore.
Oz gulped; this was much different than a meek, sickly dung scooper.
BOOOM!!
A thunderous crack of lightning roared overhead, nearly causing Oz to jump in fright as if a sign for him to hurry the hell up.
He steeled himself and continued creeping forward softly, wanting to take extra care of this target.
Oz finally crept up beside the mountain of a man.
His scars from work and possible beast attack were slightly more visible upon closer inspection, but that just went to show how durable this man was.
Oz gazed at the man's girthy neck and inhaled through his nose slowly while raising his arm above, the desire to kill flashing in his piercing inky-black eyes.
WACK!!
"Gah!" Oz accurately slammed the glowing stone onto the miner's neck like he had done so many times before, yet it felt different than before.
The man fumbled around, confused and dazed, until his eyes pierced towards Oz with a look that would be deadly if looks could kill; unfortunately for the miner, his looks couldn't kill, but Oz's glowing stone surely could!
WACK!!
Once again, Oz slammed the stone into the man's burly neck, diving deep into his tracheal region and pushing down as hard as he could.
It's like a thin layer of some invisible protection was around the man's skin, not allowing itself to be pierced or cut.
"Gahh!" the miner screamed out again, shooting out his hand and choking Oz with unbelievable amounts of force.
"Kah!" Oz felt his feet getting shaky, the miner's calloused hands were like barbed wires around his throat, and he felt his head spinning and his knee starting to wobble, but Oz's path to greatness had only just begun, and if he couldn't handle this 'miner' obstacle then what could he handle in the future.
Still losing air, Oz gritted his teeth and began bashing in the miner's esophagus.
"Ughh!" the muscular miner groaned out in pain, but Oz didn't let up.
He continued bashing until he felt that oh-so-familiar warm red goop splurt onto his hand, but even then, he continued.
The miner's hand loosened, eventually drooping to his sides, but Oz wouldn't take any risks.
He leaped on top of the man's mountainous body, his knees caving into the man's chest, and began pushing the glowing stone all the way through into his neck and pulling out forcefully, causing a stream of syrupy red sauce to leak out and the most beautiful sound to play in Oz's ears.
[Experience Gained, Killed Realm 0, Medium Proficiency Human.]
[Leveled Up!]
An orgasmic sensation rattled the boy's body as he smiled at the notification that made this all worth it.
[Name: Oz]
[Level: 8]
[Realm: 0]
[Proficiency: High]
[Bloodline: Locked]
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