Chapter 152 A Wake-Up Call

When Rodney heard this, he waved his hand and said calmly: "Don't worry, this is normal."

"Then how can I quickly master the effects of combat skills?"

"Be patient." Rodney handed the water bag to me. I shook my head to show that I wasn't thirsty. He handed the water bag back to Eva and said to me: "If you want to quickly master the effects of combat skills, you have to a way."

"What?" I asked.

"Fight!" Rodney said one word at a time: "Only if you keep fighting and fight a lot, is the fastest way and the only way for you to master the effects of combat skills."

"That's a decent thing to say." I teased, "You don't look like someone who can say such serious things."

Rodney glared at me, then sighed and said, "You really guessed it right. Captain Clark taught me this."

"Well, don't tell me, it looks like that big guy's style." I nodded.

"What style?" Rodney asked.

"Hardcore, passionate!" I gave a thumbs up, with a sincere and serious look on my face.

"Hehehe, I'd be embarrassed to say that," Rodney scratched his head.

I:

I looked around and saw that this wave of stone shell monsters had been cleared away. It was too early for the next wave to regenerate, and there was no point in staying any longer. So I waved to Rodney and said, "Then I'll leave first."

"Ah, what are you doing?" Rodney asked subconsciously.

"Go and master combat skills. This is what you told me. If you want to master combat skills, you need to fight," I said.

"There isn't one here." Before he finished speaking, Rodney got stuck. He looked around and couldn't find a living monster, so he had to watch me leave.

I plan to skip the demonized bat on the thirteenth floor.

After all, those flying in the sky are much harder to deal with than those running on the ground, and I don’t think the combat skill ‘resonance’ is the name of a long-range attack.

I glanced at the hall at the end of the sealed cave out of habit, but it was still empty and empty.

Turning around and leaving, I stepped directly onto the fourteenth floor.

As soon as he stepped out of the portal, an unpleasant stench hit his face, like rotten meat that had been exposed to the sun for many days.

evil.

I pinched my nose tightly, grinning and waving my hands repeatedly, trying to drive away the rotten smell surrounding my body, but unexpectedly, the smell became stronger the more I fanned it.

But in the end, I overcame the influence of the smell on me. It was very simple, just pull a piece of cloth to block my nose and breathe through my mouth.

I just don't know if this smell will be harmful to my mouth.

"Don't leave the sequelae of bad breath." I clasped my hands and prayed silently.

The space structure of the fourteenth floor is similar to that of the thirteenth floor. The only difference is that there are no densely packed demonized bats on the roof.

The light shines down from the ceiling, illuminating a space that is not bright but not dark either.

After walking three or five steps forward, wherever he looked, there was a pool of dark red unknown objects scattered on the ground.

"What is it?" I stepped forward curiously, pulled out my Zanmatachi sword, and picked out the unknown object with the tip of the sword.

From the tip of the knife, the texture returned shows: neither soft nor hard, like rags.

At the moment of provoking it, an even more unpleasant and overpowering smell spread out. I felt my throat go dry. I quickly dropped the thing, bent over, and coughed violently.

"What does this smell like!" I was horrified: "It even makes me cough if my nose is blocked!"

Finally I stopped coughing. I took a deep breath, wiped away my tears, frowned, and pointed at the object with the tip of the knife again.

It’s not that I wasn’t born with enough abuse, but there is something that makes me feel uneasy until I figure out what it is.

Being in a dungeon requires not only extraordinary courage, but also adaptability and observation. These are necessary conditions for exploration and the only condition for survival.

What is this dark red thing?

Why is it here?

If these two questions are clarified, maybe the exploration of the fourteenth floor will become easier.

When I picked up this thing again, I not only blocked my nostrils, but also kept my mouth shut.

The moment it was at eye level with me, I vaguely felt a warmth brushing through it, as if it was radiating from this pile of things, but it was a bit different.

"This is..." I looked at it carefully. After I saw it clearly, I swung the knife and threw it far away, with a look of disgust on my face.

"It turned out to be a pile of rotten meat!" I murmured.

To be precise, this should be a pile of rotting rotten meat.

Although there is still a faint hint of blood, according to my judgment, this piece of meat has been rotting here for at least ten days.

Not to mention its smell, even the texture of the meat has changed. It has lost its elasticity and is about the same size as a rag.

As for the origin of this piece of meat, I have a not-so-accurate guess: it may be the remains left behind by an adventurer after a failed battle.

If this is the case, a question arises: I have been stabbing with the tip of the knife for so long, why is there only rotten meat but no bones?

It stands to reason that in the eyes of dungeon monsters, delicious raw meat is far more delicious than hard bones. Therefore, after an adventure-level monster is killed and eaten, most of the things that remain are bones and equipment, but I have never seen them. Leaving the meat but not the bones.

Could it be that among the monsters on the fourteenth floor, there are some experts who can make soup?

Picking off the bones and not the meat, just so you can have a sip of delicious soup?

Is this the legendary saying: never tire of fine food, never tire of fine cooking?

Please, this is a dungeon, not a food show!

I thought wildly for a while before finally calming down. I looked around and saw that there was no movement of any monsters. They must be either waiting for an opportunity to ambush, or they were secretly observing to obtain more reliable information.

If this is the case, the IQs of monsters in this level must be generally high, and it may become more difficult to deal with them.

As I walked forward step by step, I thought about the description of the fourteenth-level monsters in the adventure-level manual.

By the way, I haven’t reviewed the contents of the Adventurer’s Manual for a long time. When I first recalled it, I only had a vague impression of it, but I couldn’t recall the detailed contents recorded there.

I was so anxious that I frowned.

"What kind of monster is on the fourteenth floor?" I knocked on my head, trying to force me to remember the past memories again.

This method is very particular. It is said to come from a certain religion and is called "a wake-up call."

By the way, this wake-up call seemed to be carried out with a stick, but looking around, let alone a stick, there was not even a decent piece of wood.

I looked at the knife on my waist and thought to myself, "I don't know if knocking it with the scabbard counts."