Dungeon Prowler : One Man Army 343 Why must you interfere

Now that Hephaestus made a request and all the bases were covered, Yunan proceeded to the 63rd floor where he started fighting the resident monsters, Jotünn, a species best described a frost giants, even though they were completely different from what the name entailed, they were around 3 meters long and had skin that looked as greyish as glacier ice, they had pupils like ice chips and were cold, very cold, they looked humanoid, very fragile and thin and emaciated, they looked like they were starved and weak but had great physical prowess and even greater magical immunity, they were not as aggressive as the Yuki but still attacked on sight.

Since the Jötunn were champions of physical strength, Yunan used his own strength against them, it did not take long for Yunan to get better at fighting them with both sword and spell, he used mostly defensive spells, there was no need to waste mana on spells that were not worth the effort, the most draining part of the fight was that Yunan was fighting very low number of monsters per fight, even under the effect of the taunt, Yunan was not able to fight more than 5 Jotünn at a time, only when one fell unable to stand or dead would the next one join the fight, stamina was not a problem for Yunan, but even so he was finding it challenging to keep the fight for longer than 10 hours.

Unlike the earlier floors, he was now able to work with a 100% all attribute buff operating at all times, without needing help from the nutritional Lava wine or the Queen bee honey, he was also able to make use of an effective 75% increase in all attributes, even though the Jötunn were powerful, they were specialised in strength and constitution, they could take as much damage as they could dish out, but they were a bit slow and dumb considering they were a warring species.

The Jötunn too were slowly adapting to Yunan's style, they may have been slow and stupid individually but as a warring community, they had a very good collective learning process, the more you fight them the less efficient it becomes for you to deal with them, since magic was outright off the list, Yunan had to attack and defend without a pattern, something much easier said than done, each creature in this world had a flow, and no matter how conscious they were about it, that flow will take over when in a prolonged contact with something.

For example, a right handed man will be right handed and would occasionally show signs of it even if he was taught with the strictest methods to act left handed, such natural flow could not be suppressed, another example is those who work in a kings guard, they are taught to never move, even the need to scratch an itch is beaten out of them, but the moment they take off the uniform, they will scratch an itch no matter how self-disciplined they were. Nature always took precedence, no matter how much one might try to avoid it.

Yunan too had such pattern, attack with right hand, move left two steps, feint with right hand and deliver critical hit with the left hand, back off when opportunity allows and use ranged attacks to strike, punch from maximum range then dive in for a super combo, use left hand to parry and right hand to block, such things were noticeable after being observed for extended periods of time, and the Jötunn did not disappoint, they made the observations, worked on the counter strategy and forced Yunan to change his rhythm and evolve his battle style to something new, something where his own flow did not matter.

How wonderful was the sight as Yunan fought day after day to overcame his weaknesses, how he got stronger with each subsequent fight, if it wasn't for the fact that they were monsters that would attack first, Yunan would have invited them for a drink, that was how grateful he was for the evolution forced upon him by the Jötunn, making the final step towards the sage level of mastery closer to arms reach.

Yunan did not stay for more than a week, he returned home to spend a day with his wives at the orphanage and help a little bit, as an orphan himself, Yunan was aware of how to help out without the need to ask what he should be doing, his wives were now looking more and more like true mothers, the only thing different from real mothers was the lack of the infinite love spring that all good mothers seem to have towards their children.

After having some quality time with the wives Yunan noticed Hephaestus that he was going back to the 62nd floor and fight the awakened boss. Today for the first time in years, the Black Fate joined the battle, its purpose was to act as a beacon for all the snow-daughters and bring them to Yunan who would send them to respawn, the more of them that died in this day before the boss fight, the more awakened that can be spawned after the boss was down.

Black Fate led Yunan through wave after wave of Yuki to a frozen hill, The door to the boss room should be somewhere on the hill, so Yunan started with magical bombardment only unveiling the door to the boss room after killing twice as many Yuki on the way here, maelstrom and meteor shower did most of the damage and the rest was done by Yunan himself using his arms to pound on the ice. Once the door was unveiled and Yunan opened it the Yuki stopped swarming over him and dispersed, inside there were many treasure chests and the boss sitting between them, she was weeping for some reason.

"I came back for you, would you like to die or do you agree to leave this place and join your tribe", Yunan walked inside the room in a relaxed manner, the boss stopped her weeping and looked at him with fury in her eyes, she was holding a picture of a man in her hands, her tears formed icicles on her cheeks and chin, "why must you outsiders interfere? fine since you came asking for it then death is what you shall find waiting for you here".

Chapter end