Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

The shamans hurried toward the chest but stopped short, waiting for their master to arrive.

Marco approached at an unhurried pace, calm and composed, brushing his hands together as if the matter were already settled.

”My students, you can open it,” he commanded, his voice steady and controlled.

Without hesitation, Bernard lifted the lid. Inside lay a smooth white orb, radiant as a pearl. It felt surprisingly light in his hand, its flawless surface shimmering beneath the pale glow of the stone.

He lifted it carefully, turning it between his palms as he examined it. One by one, the shamans passed the orb among themselves, each pausing to admire its luminous sheen.

”Status,” Daniel murmured.

Nothing appeared.

’Tch, is that why Veilintina offered me her eternal eye ability?’ he thought, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. ’Wait, can’t I simply ask Master? I mean, they must know something about this.’

”I wonder what this thing is...” Molex said, turning the orb in his hands.

”It’s the eyeball of Rivion,” Belinda replied softly.

The shamans eyes widened in an instant.

”What? an eyeball!?” Bernard exclaimed.

”Eyeball? But it looks like a big clam pearl,” Brad said in disbelief.

Marco stepped forward and took the orb from them.

”Come on, students. We have to exit the dungeon as well,” he said, turning and walking back the way they had come.

...

At the three-way junction, the gate to the right stood fully open.

Although the shamans insisted on checking the middle tunnel, Marco denied their request and instructed them that it would be better to proceed to the main boss and leave the dungeon at once.

The shamans exchanged brief glances but obeyed, turning and making their way toward the right tunnel.

’This solo dungeon rewards is literally garbage,’ Marco thought as he walked. ’I mean, what am I even expecting in a safe zone.’

The tunnel was wide and cold within. The deeper they went, the moss creeping along the corners of the stone walls spread like wildfire, slowly swallowing the rock in thick green layers.

Soon, they arrived at the main boss chamber. A wall of white, glowing mist hung before them, forming a barrier like a sealed gate.

Daniel glanced at the barrier, unease creeping into his chest. ’For some reason I have a bad feeling about this. Agh, Maybe I’m overthinking.’

”Okay, students. Let’s finish our final boss and get out of this dungeon,” Marco said, his tone brimming with energy.

The guard entered first, Marco close behind. One by one, the others followed. The shamans were eager to witness their master in action once again.

*Bwhoosh*

Daniel stepped inside and scanned the area. The chamber was as vast as the mini-boss dome they had faced before. Above them, jade-like stones glowed softly, casting a muted green light across the entire room.

Each corner was overgrown with tall and small trees tangled in thick vines, while the open battlefield stretched out in the center, a plain of dirt and scattered grass.

At the far end of the chamber loomed a towering, moss-covered statue of a naked man. Its form was eerily smooth and incomplete, giving the unsettling impression that it had not been carved, but created—as if a man had willingly surrendered his flesh to stone.

’Heh... isn’t it the tree boss, if I remember correctly?’ Marco thought, scanning the area.

The moment Marco stepped forward, a chill brushed against his skin, as if the boss had sensed the arrival of an unfamiliar guest.

The shamans didn’t raise any questions, they stood in tense silence, waiting for the boss to reveal itself.

*Rumble-Crack*

The ground quaked beneath their feet as the boss emerged from the soil beside the statue, like it had been roused from a deep slumber.

’Indeed it is the tree boss,’ Marco thought as he began charging another thunderbolt in his palm.

The boss towered above them, its body a twisted fusion of man and tree. Thick vines were stitched between its joints, binding wood and flesh together, and its pale teeth jutted out like jagged shards of bone, carved into fang-like shapes.

*BZZST-BOOM!*

Marco unleashed a thunderbolt, spreading in a wide cone as it struck the boss. To his surprise, the creature didn’t even flinch.

The shamans gasped, some in sheer disbelief. This was the same attack that could launch a heavily armored foe into the air—yet the boss remained unmoved.

’Wait, what?’ Daniel whispered in disbelief.

”Status,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

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Name: Miserath I

Race: Hurth

HP: 58000/60000

Mana: 50000/50000

Description: A creature feared for its tactical attacks and unyielding will to annihilate anything in its path. Its defense increases by 0.1% for every minute it survives.

{ Warning: More than ten unknown entities detected}

{ Buff: Max Health and Mana increased by 100% }

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’What!? Sixty thousand health? No fucking way!’ Daniel thought, disbelief coursing through him.

Meanwhile, Marco unleashed another thunderbolt at its leg, but the boss remained unyielding, its massive form unmoved by the assault.

’Something’s not right?’ Belinda thought, glancing at Marco. ’By now the creature should be on its knees.’

With a powerful grip, the boss seized the statue’s head, ripped it from its shoulders, and slammed it into the ground.

*THUD!*

Marco dodged the scattering stones and unleashed two lightning bolts at once.

*BOOM!-BOOM!*

The boss raised its massive arms, stopping the lightning bolts dead, and let out a roar that shook the chamber.

”BAAA... KHAA!”

The creature stepped forward, each movement slow and deliberate. Suddenly, two vines shot from the corner trees toward the center, aimed straight at Marco.

”Behind! My lord!” the guard shouted instinctively.

Marco’s instincts screamed, and he jumped back just in time, the vines missing him by inches. The two vines writhed and intertwined, locking together in a tight, crushing spiral.

”What’s going on, this stupid tree should be on its knees by now,” Marco muttered, gathering another thunderbolt in his hand.

*BZZZ!—BOOM*

The boss kept advancing, moving steadily toward the center. It was closing the distance between itself and Marco.

’Shit... not good. If the boss reaches the center, my students will be in its range. I have to stop it—’ Marco thought, clenching his jaw tight.

”BAA... KHAA!”