After an hour of gang-banging solo Mollek's with five people. The group began to become better accustomed towards fighting larger targets.
These Molleks stood 2m high, the muscles that covered every inch of their body like steroids had unnerved the MFC at first. However, after being reassured by Asai again and again, seeing how he had the strength to one-shot them. They group became braver, their confidence ignited and with a fervour never seen before by the adventuring community. The group was basically speed running the dungeon.
It was only when the Mollek's no longer appeared solo, and instead popped up in duos and trios did they slow down and pace themselves.
Still, it was a 5v2 or 5v3. The MFC would stall for time, whilst Asai would pop in and out of stealth assassinating them. Although having been with him and having seen him in battle. The MFC still found his battle prowess to be extremely shocking. Asai was in the same leagues of nobility as far as they were concerned. It was no longer an if, but an when. Regarding Asai joining the ranks of nobility.
As much as the group respected and admired his strength, the only complaint they would voice was the constant need to clean the gore and blood off their bodies. [Psychic Phantom] consistently caused the monster's body to explode.
When the group was exhausted, and potions no longer recovered their stamina, the group would rest. And, during this time, Asai would run tests with their assistance. These tests further cemented their loyalty towards their lord and master. He was an horrifyingly strong man, however, they knew that he was their horrifyingly strong master. Thus, he afford them his protection.
One of the tests consisted of Asai seemingly standing relaxed right in front of them. And all it took was a moment, just a blink, and Asai was no longer there.
During other times of rest, Asai would personally train them. whilst they could sport their blades, Asai would fight bare-handed. As much as this excited them, they lads later regretted their excitement. Asai's fists were heavy and hit deep. When they asked, Asai would ask.
"Can't you see it?" He would rotate his fist in the open, closing and opening it. "You can't see it?" In Asai's eyes, his fists were blazing with golden mana. Whilst in the others' point of view. He simply looked like mad-man. Perhaps he was one of those crazy-geniuses. Considering most of the biggest inventors of the world were crazy and didn't follow the rules of society.
Noticing their lack of wariness, due to his protection. Asai began to give them missions. Ordering them to fight without him as he would remain in [Hide].
Luckily for them, only the initial Mollek was level 45, it seemed their level ranges were around 35-45. Anything out of their league, to the point they they weren't even able to inflict any damage, Asai would simply nuke out of existence.
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[Asai: Lvl 49] [Mel: Lvl 29->34] [Clam: Lvl 28->32] [Benny: Lvl 24->30] [Gary: Lvl 22->31]
He did this mostly because he had already hit his next plateau and was waiting for the dungeon boss to appear. Regarding plateau's it didn't seem like they didn't have any.
Mel in particular had begun to dual-wield. A short sword in her main-hand and a dagger in her off-hand. This was interesting to Asai, however, after trying it out himself, the awkwardness with the left hand was evident.
Of course he could speed run the entire dungeon and just level them up. However, he knew that the strength they'd gain would be inflated. He saw it the same as kids being given powerful weapons, but not having the muscles, the knowledge, the skills or experience to use it.
Actually, he imagined a little 10 year old boy wielding a desert eagle. The recoil would be so insane, he would no doubt miss.
Like a father duck, he watched them grow.
After an hour of gang-banging solo Mollek's with five people. The group began to become better accustomed towards fighting larger targets.
These Molleks stood 2m high, the muscles that covered every inch of their body like steroids had unnerved the MFC at first. However, after being reassured by Asai again and again, seeing how he had the strength to one-shot them. They group became braver, their confidence ignited and with a fervour never seen before by the adventuring community. The group was basically speed running the dungeon.
It was only when the Mollek's no longer appeared solo, and instead popped up in duos and trios did they slow down and pace themselves.
Still, it was a 5v2 or 5v3. The MFC would stall for time, whilst Asai would pop in and out of stealth assassinating them. Although having been with him and having seen him in battle. The MFC still found his battle prowess to be extremely shocking. Asai was in the same leagues of nobility as far as they were concerned. It was no longer an if, but an when. Regarding Asai joining the ranks of nobility.
As much as the group respected and admired his strength, the only complaint they would voice was the constant need to clean the gore and blood off their bodies. [Psychic Phantom] consistently caused the monster's body to explode.
When the group was exhausted, and potions no longer recovered their stamina, the group would rest. And, during this time, Asai would run tests with their assistance. These tests further cemented their loyalty towards their lord and master. He was an horrifyingly strong man, however, they knew that he was their horrifyingly strong master. Thus, he afford them his protection.
One of the tests consisted of Asai seemingly standing relaxed right in front of them. And all it took was a moment, just a blink, and Asai was no longer there.
During other times of rest, Asai would personally train them. whilst they could sport their blades, Asai would fight bare-handed. As much as this excited them, they lads later regretted their excitement. Asai's fists were heavy and hit deep. When they asked, Asai would ask.
"Can't you see it?" He would rotate his fist in the open, closing and opening it. "You can't see it?" In Asai's eyes, his fists were blazing with golden mana. Whilst in the others' point of view. He simply looked like mad-man. Perhaps he was one of those crazy-geniuses. Considering most of the biggest inventors of the world were crazy and didn't follow the rules of society.
Noticing their lack of wariness, due to his protection. Asai began to give them missions. Ordering them to fight without him as he would remain in [Hide].
Luckily for them, only the initial Mollek was level 45, it seemed their level ranges were around 35-45. Anything out of their league, to the point they they weren't even able to inflict any damage, Asai would simply nuke out of existence.
...
[Asai: Lvl 49] [Mel: Lvl 29->34] [Clam: Lvl 28->32] [Benny: Lvl 24->30] [Gary: Lvl 22->31]
He did this mostly because he had already hit his next plateau and was waiting for the dungeon boss to appear. Regarding plateau's it didn't seem like they didn't have any.
Mel in particular had begun to dual-wield. A short sword in her main-hand and a dagger in her off-hand. This was interesting to Asai, however, after trying it out himself, the awkwardness with the left hand was evident.
Of course he could speed run the entire dungeon and just level them up. However, he knew that the strength they'd gain would be inflated. He saw it the same as kids being given powerful weapons, but not having the muscles, the knowledge, the skills or experience to use it.
Actually, he imagined a little 10 year old boy wielding a desert eagle. The recoil would be so insane, he would no doubt miss.
Like a father duck, he watched them grow.
