[Name: Greg Sass]
[Race: Human]
[Level: LV38]
[Constitution: 8]
[Agility: 7]
[Intelligence: 7]
[Charisma: 10 (?)]
[Willpower: 8]
[Luck: 10 (Black)]
[Dungeon Conqueror (Upgradable): When you are in a dungeon, your damage dealt to any entity is increased by 60%.]
[Praise the Dungeon (Upgradable): When you are in a dungeon, your actual Luck stat will not fall below 4.]
[Dungeon's Gaze (Upgradable): When you are in a dungeon, the experience points you obtain are additionally increased.]
[Digestive Bacteria (Fixed): When you kill an enemy in a dungeon, there is a chance to obtain a random skill or skill fragment from the enemy.]
[Own Skills: Ancient Language LV1, Fireball LV3, Water Gun LV4, Dark Magic Affinity LV10, Dark Abyss Armament LV3, World-Devouring Black Flame LV3]
[Acquired Skills: Whimpering LV5, Blunt Resistance LV2, Burrow LV2, Earth Magic Resistance LV2, Underwater Adaptation LV3, Water Magic Resistance LV2, Ice Magic Resistance LV4, Tentacle Entanglement LV3, Sowing LV2, Insubstantiality LV1, Mental Attack Resistance LV1, Shadow-Step LV1, Freezing Ice Mist LV1]
“I am simply terrifyingly strong right now!”
A few days had passed since he defeated the Boss of the second layer. Walking along the academy path, Greg double-checked his current skill panel once again.
This was not blind arrogance.
Compared to when he had just entered Phase Two of the storyline, his current total mana and combat capabilities had both achieved a leap-forward upgrade.
In particular, the two upgraded skills, 【Dark Abyss Armament】 and 【World-Devouring Black Flame】, directly elevated his combat strength to a whole new level.
Combined with his dungeon-exclusive buffs, which had been fully upgraded once again...
His mindset had already quietly shifted.
When he first transmigrated and found out he was a doomed villainous noble, Greg's dream was simple and boring, summed up in one word: survive.
Lay low through the main dungeon storyline, avoid all known death flags, and then, once the plot ended, fly far away with his first pot of gold.
He would find a peaceful and prosperous little place, buy a few properties, purchase a few good-looking slaves, and live the life of an old landlord—sleeping in every day and spending his nights in gentle company.
But now?
Looking at the exciting stream of information on his panel and feeling the shadow mana surging within him, which was far more powerful and pure than before, Greg felt exceptionally confident!
“At this leveling speed, as long as I can stay alive and take steady steps to survive until the late stage of the story... I will definitely be able to join the ranks of the truly strong in this world!”
What did power mean?
It meant having a say, it meant authority, it meant... the freedom to do whatever he wanted!
By then, why would he even need to go through the trouble of buying slaves?
With his strength and status, he could directly search for, recruit, or even win over the top beautiful girls from all over the world!
Build a massive, ultimate harem!
This was the kind of vision and pursuit a transmigrator should have!
The corners of Greg's mouth almost stretched to his ears, as if he could already see his happy future, hugging girls on both sides and surrounded by beauties of all kinds.
Of course, despite his swelling ego, the string of "caution" in his heart had not completely snapped.
Because he knew very well that an increase in power was often accompanied by more troublesome matters and higher risks.
Especially that bizarre gift from the Mother of Fragmentation inside him; it was like a ticking time bomb, and he had no idea when it would go off.
Furthermore, he had to ensure he could survive until the very end first before any of these ideas could even become possible.
Therefore, at this stage, he still needed to play it safe.
Try his best to keep a safe distance from those troublesome and dangerous female characters...
“Greg.”
A cool, clear female voice interrupted Greg's daydreaming about the future without any warning.
He paused in his tracks, dragged back to reality from his beautiful fantasy.
Looking toward the sound, he saw a familiar figure standing quietly under a lush ancient tree beside the path.
Her aqua-blue long hair was meticulously tied back, and her well-tailored academy uniform skirt outlined her slender curves. It was none other than the Student Council President—Vivian.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled, dancing spots of light on her, inexplicably adding a touch of... soft warmth to her usual cold temperament.
Here we go again... How many times has this been?
Greg muttered to himself.
Over the past few days, the frequency of his "chance encounters" with Vivian in the academy was so high that he was starting to seriously question his life.
According to his originally meticulously planned script, after successfully mediating the potential conflict between her and her younger sister, Lilith, and pointing out the clear path that life-and-death combat in the dungeon could quickly make up for their gap in talent, the two of them shouldn't have had much interaction anymore.
However, reality always seemed to love throwing a wrench into his plans.
He wondered if his damn -10 Luck stat was secretly at work again, forcing all kinds of "romantic" chance encounters on him.
Besides, at this hour, shouldn't she be sitting in the Student Council office, buried under an endless mountain of paperwork?
Why is she in the mood to admire the scenery here? Could it be... because she knows there's a way to make up for her talent, she's starting to... slack off?
A few thoughts flashed through Greg's mind, but on the surface, he remained unperturbed. He even skillfully adjusted his facial muscles to display a perfect smile:
“Ah, Vivian. What a coincidence. Is there something you need?”
Vivian took two steps forward, narrowing the distance between them.
Those ice-blue eyes lingered on his face for a moment, as if confirming something, before she spoke.
Her voice was a bit more naturally soft compared to her usual businesslike coldness:
“Greg, would you like to rejoin the Student Council?”
Greg blinked. He wasn't too surprised by this proposal.
Because Vivian had been constantly hinting at this over the past few days.
“No, thank you for the offer.”
He waved his hand and said with a hint of regret, “But compared to rejoining the Student Council, I really have more important things to focus on right now.”
This wasn't entirely an excuse.
Today was the day of the Mentor Selection Qualification Exam, which was also the final event node of the Act Two storyline.
He planned to take this opportunity to go to the scene and meet Professor Alice, who was his mentor in name but whom he had barely ever met in person, to lay the groundwork for the upcoming Act Three storyline.
After all, next, he would have to fight to reclaim the blissful future his cursed lower half rightfully deserved!
Compared to that, the tedious daily routines and disciplinary inspections of the Student Council really couldn't pique his interest.
Rate on N.U.
