Chapter 763.: Toenail Club
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"Please wait! Mercy!"
Everyone looked stumped at the final boss, who greeted them with a plea for mercy.
"If you kill me I will lose a whole two levels. I will give you anything if you spare me!"
He had a big pompous throne in the back but was kneeling right in front of the door to the boss room, begging them to spare his life. Since everyone looked at him to answer, Seth stepped forward to make a decision. He was not a cruel person, he was someone that could be talked to.
Was it hard for Dragon newts to reach such a high level?... Well, it wasn't easy for any of them either to gain a level past 90. The bard thought of at least giving him the chance to buy his life.
"What are you offering? It shouldn't be something that the dungeon would give, or you drop if we kill you, right?"
"Oh, merciful mister! I would not dare to even think of cheating you," he exclaimed.
Seth felt awkward, being called Mister by a three-meter tall dragon person that looked like the grandfather of the other dungeon inhabitant, with a beard of tassels around his chin. While the blacksmith tried to decide how exactly he thought about that, the chief started bringing out stuff from his inventory.
"This is a necklace made of the teeth of the previous chiefs of my tribe. This is a weapon made from one of my great ancestors' wing nails. This toga was created by our great ancestor and still carries his aura. T-This is the core of a salamander a great chieftain of the past slew. This..."
With every item he brought out, he looked up to Seth in desperation to see whether the man that decided over his life was pleased or not. The blacksmith deliberately showed no reaction to the relic-rated and epic items the chief brought out.
Seth kept silently watching, as the sweat started pouring from the forehead of the boss. As his inventory kept growing lighter, true desperation became visible on his face.
"T-This is my club made from the toenail of our ancestor... Erm, erm, this is a chunk of metal anyone in our tribe was unable to process? M-My inventory is empty, please take all of this and spare me!"
He finally broke down and simply kowtowed to him. It seemed like the last two, were really ones he had wanted to hold onto, and Seth immediately understood why. Although crude in workmanship, the club was rated legendary. Same for the chunk of metal.
The item description was overwhelmingly underwhelming. Seth had no idea who Kova was. The only thing he could conclude was that Kova was a god of some sort since this was a special-rated metal.
He would have to ask Leana, maybe she knew who or what Kova was. It was definitely enough to pay for the life of the boss.
"Alright, this is enough to spare you. Of course, we also take everything the core can spit out."
"Of Course, of course!" the dragon newt quickly ran over to the core to get the treasure chest
"Is it really okay to leave just like that?" Mike whispered a little grossed out from watching the boss' behavior.
"One boss wouldn't do too much for our experience, and he already paid his ransom. Let's be nice and let him live," the blacksmith said magnanimously.
"Yes, please don't kill poor old Partysnaxx," the giant boss joined in as he returned with the treasure chest. "Here, I will even open you the return formation. Please, leave in peace and prosperity, dear lords and ladies."
He kept becoming even more obnoxiously submissive.
"Yeah, we are leaving. Good luck reaching lv.100," Seth said after packing up all the stuff Partysnaxx, which seemed to be his actual name, had brought out.
Now Seth had another two legendary materials to make something from. One was the , the other was...
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"Please wait! Mercy!"
Everyone looked stumped at the final boss, who greeted them with a plea for mercy.
"If you kill me I will lose a whole two levels. I will give you anything if you spare me!"
He had a big pompous throne in the back but was kneeling right in front of the door to the boss room, begging them to spare his life. Since everyone looked at him to answer, Seth stepped forward to make a decision. He was not a cruel person, he was someone that could be talked to.
Was it hard for Dragon newts to reach such a high level?... Well, it wasn't easy for any of them either to gain a level past 90. The bard thought of at least giving him the chance to buy his life.
"What are you offering? It shouldn't be something that the dungeon would give, or you drop if we kill you, right?"
"Oh, merciful mister! I would not dare to even think of cheating you," he exclaimed.
Seth felt awkward, being called Mister by a three-meter tall dragon person that looked like the grandfather of the other dungeon inhabitant, with a beard of tassels around his chin. While the blacksmith tried to decide how exactly he thought about that, the chief started bringing out stuff from his inventory.
"This is a necklace made of the teeth of the previous chiefs of my tribe. This is a weapon made from one of my great ancestors' wing nails. This toga was created by our great ancestor and still carries his aura. T-This is the core of a salamander a great chieftain of the past slew. This..."
With every item he brought out, he looked up to Seth in desperation to see whether the man that decided over his life was pleased or not. The blacksmith deliberately showed no reaction to the relic-rated and epic items the chief brought out.
Seth kept silently watching, as the sweat started pouring from the forehead of the boss. As his inventory kept growing lighter, true desperation became visible on his face.
"T-This is my club made from the toenail of our ancestor... Erm, erm, this is a chunk of metal anyone in our tribe was unable to process? M-My inventory is empty, please take all of this and spare me!"
He finally broke down and simply kowtowed to him. It seemed like the last two, were really ones he had wanted to hold onto, and Seth immediately understood why. Although crude in workmanship, the club was rated legendary. Same for the chunk of metal.
The item description was overwhelmingly underwhelming. Seth had no idea who Kova was. The only thing he could conclude was that Kova was a god of some sort since this was a special-rated metal.
He would have to ask Leana, maybe she knew who or what Kova was. It was definitely enough to pay for the life of the boss.
"Alright, this is enough to spare you. Of course, we also take everything the core can spit out."
"Of Course, of course!" the dragon newt quickly ran over to the core to get the treasure chest
"Is it really okay to leave just like that?" Mike whispered a little grossed out from watching the boss' behavior.
"One boss wouldn't do too much for our experience, and he already paid his ransom. Let's be nice and let him live," the blacksmith said magnanimously.
"Yes, please don't kill poor old Partysnaxx," the giant boss joined in as he returned with the treasure chest. "Here, I will even open you the return formation. Please, leave in peace and prosperity, dear lords and ladies."
He kept becoming even more obnoxiously submissive.
"Yeah, we are leaving. Good luck reaching lv.100," Seth said after packing up all the stuff Partysnaxx, which seemed to be his actual name, had brought out.
Now Seth had another two legendary materials to make something from. One was the , the other was...
"Please wait! Mercy!"Everyone looked stumped at the final boss, who greeted them with a plea for mercy."If you kill me I will lose a whole two levels. I will give you anything if you spare me!"He had a big pompous throne in the back but was kneeling right in front of the door to the boss room, begging them to spare his life. Since everyone looked at him to answer, Seth stepped forward to make a decision. He was not a cruel person, he was someone that could be talked to.Was it hard for Dragon newts to reach such a high level?... Well, it wasn't easy for any of them either to gain a level past 90. The bard thought of at least giving him the chance to buy his life."What are you offering? It shouldn't be something that the dungeon would give, or you drop if we kill you, right?""Oh, merciful mister! I would not dare to even think of cheating you," he exclaimed.Seth felt awkward, being called Mister by a three-meter tall dragon person that looked like the grandfather of the other dungeon inhabitant, with a beard of tassels around his chin. While the blacksmith tried to decide how exactly he thought about that, the chief started bringing out stuff from his inventory."This is a necklace made of the teeth of the previous chiefs of my tribe. This is a weapon made from one of my great ancestors' wing nails. This toga was created by our great ancestor and still carries his aura. T-This is the core of a salamander a great chieftain of the past slew. This..."With every item he brought out, he looked up to Seth in desperation to see whether the man that decided over his life was pleased or not. The blacksmith deliberately showed no reaction to the relic-rated and epic items the chief brought out.Seth kept silently watching, as the sweat started pouring from the forehead of the boss. As his inventory kept growing lighter, true desperation became visible on his face."T-This is my club made from the toenail of our ancestor... Erm, erm, this is a chunk of metal anyone in our tribe was unable to process? M-My inventory is empty, please take all of this and spare me!"He finally broke down and simply kowtowed to him. It seemed like the last two, were really ones he had wanted to hold onto, and Seth immediately understood why. Although crude in workmanship, the club was rated legendary. Same for the chunk of metal.The item description was overwhelmingly underwhelming. Seth had no idea who Kova was. The only thing he could conclude was that Kova was a god of some sort since this was a special-rated metal.He would have to ask Leana, maybe she knew who or what Kova was. It was definitely enough to pay for the life of the boss."Alright, this is enough to spare you. Of course, we also take everything the core can spit out.""Of Course, of course!" the dragon newt quickly ran over to the core to get the treasure chest"Is it really okay to leave just like that?" Mike whispered a little grossed out from watching the boss' behavior."One boss wouldn't do too much for our experience, and he already paid his ransom. Let's be nice and let him live," the blacksmith said magnanimously."Yes, please don't kill poor old Partysnaxx," the giant boss joined in as he returned with the treasure chest. "Here, I will even open you the return formation. Please, leave in peace and prosperity, dear lords and ladies."He kept becoming even more obnoxiously submissive."Yeah, we are leaving. Good luck reaching lv.100," Seth said after packing up all the stuff Partysnaxx, which seemed to be his actual name, had brought out.Now Seth had another two legendary materials to make something from. One was the , the other was...
