"Yeah. This is painfully easy," I remarked with a sigh, as I swung Desecrator across to get the blood off the blade.
"Mhm, it's hard to stay motivated when we're one-shotting damn near everything in here," Nodded Aria in agreement, a bored look on her face.
Today's the 5th of December, 2170, and things have been pretty uneventful lately. The hype I'd stirred up with my return from the Monster world has more or less died down, I do still get a fair bit of attention, but I can at least walk around in public without too many people approaching me.
I was currently in a Critical Level Dungeon that had appeared a couple of days ago, one with a hundred floors, and we'd just cleared the seventieth floor.
It was a Taratect Dungeon, the first sixty floors had been nothing but a steadily increasing number of Taratects, which are Mid Level Monsters. It's been Giant Taratects since then, the High Level evolved form of Taratects.
