Aetherios System [Slow Build OP MC, Isekai LitRPG/Cultivation] Chapter 67: Chapter 63: First Floor

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Chapter 63: First Floor Chapter 63: First Floor You have entered: The Gravefield of Endless Echoes ‎ Dungeon Floor 1 - Subdomain: Waking Dead ‎ Objective: Survive. Progress to the Portal. Alex stumbled forward out of the prep chamber, blinking at the sheer openness ahead. The sky overhead was wrong . There was no ceiling, just a swirl of crimson mist and dead stars suspended in black. Below, a cracked and muddy wasteland stretched into eternity. The earth was dark brown, almost black. Dotting the expanse were shallow sloped mounds of raised earth , maybe thirty or forty feet high, each with stone slab poking out from atop it. There were hundreds of them. Maybe even thousands. He gave up on counting them rather quickly. The field simply spread outward beyond his vision, like it was an endless plane-scape. Well the system message did say Gravefield of ‘Endless’ echoes, he thought. “So we need to find a portal and… survive?” He did a lazy circle, looking for a threat and finding nothing. “ I think the second part is the objective 100% of the time. Don’t die. Dying is 0/10, would not recommend.” “ No shit.” He squinted, straining his eyes to try to somehow see past the horizon. He failed miserably of course. “I don’t see any portal at all, so I guess I just need to get moving right?” He stepped onto the field, and the ground began to move. A pale hand, skeletal and twitching, burst from the dirt. Then another. Then a skull, followed shortly by a torso dragging itself out, clutching a rusted blade. “Uh,” Alex stopped. “ Whelp, there goes your quiet stroll. Meat boy, say hello to the crunchy boys! ” Obby laughed. Once the skeletal being began to stand from the ground, Alex was already moving again. He didn’t hesitate anymore. Transitioning into a martial stance, he threw his fist into the ribcage of the creature. The impact broke a few bones and cracked others, but it wasn’t lethal. A rusted blade swipe made him duck before throwing another fist forward into the skeleton’s skull. More cracks formed from the effort, as well as earning him another counter attack from the rusty sword. It took only one more punch to the skull to finish off the skeleton. His fist crashed through the cracked bone, and the body collapsed once the skull was destroyed. You Have Slain Skeletal Swordsman! +9 Experience +10 Dungeon Points “Skeletons huh? Well, they’re at least better than zombies, less messy.” He kicked at the sword the creature attacked him with. A thought of picking it up to use as a weapon flashed through his head, but he figured that his fists would probably be better than the rusty blade. “ Um, Alex, you might want to get moving. ” “What do you— holy shit!” He immediately moved back into his fighting stance as he looked at his surroundings once more. Four more skeletons had already pulled themselves from the dirt, and he could see another two working their way out as well. They all held rusted swords in their flesh-less hands. Even with no faces, Alex could see and feel a malice in their expressions as all four suddenly charged at him. A duck, back-dash, and a slide; he danced between attacks, avoiding tetanus by mere inches each time. Between the movements, he threw in some strikes of his own. His knuckles cracked skulls, forearms and more than one rib-cage. One skeleton fell from a knee strike that Alex threw into it’s face, exploding its skull. Another notification flashed. You Have Slain Skeletal Swordsman! +9 Experience +10 Dungeon Points A third skeletal swordsman went down as he jumped over a low sword sweep and brought the heel of his boot down on the head of his attacker. You Have Slain Skeletal Swordsman! +11 Experience +10 Dungeon Points Two rapid punches shattered the skull of a fourth. You Have Slain Skeletal Swordsman! You Have Slain… You have Slain… You Have.. Alex didn’t know how long he had been fighting for. His breath was starting to come in heavy gasps, his knuckles burned. Still, all he saw was rusted metal and bone in