The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 4: Chapter 2: Such a Torturous Device As The Ladder

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Chapter 2 Such A Torturous Device As The Ladder Shocked by everything that had just occurred and then startled by the appearance of a screen in his face, Nik asked, “What, in the Tower’s shadow, is happening right now?” He hurried his hands and feet as he crawled back away from the edge. His vision remained obstructed as more text continued to fill it. Skill gained: Trapper Level 1! Wow, you really let your enemy walk right into that trap. Skill gained: Dirty Fighter Level 1! You let your enemy succumb to gravity rather than using your own weapon. That’s impressive in its own way, I guess. Skill gained: Thief Level 1! What’s yours is yours and what isn’t might be if you're quick enough. Selfish jerk! All Stats gain +1! Strength: 3 Agility: 5 Fortitude: 4 Intelligence: 4 Perception: 3 Charisma: 3 Luck: 2 1.1!#^Error Error Unknown, Admin Notified Mana 20 of 20 XP 0 of 200 to Level 2 He took a moment to slow his panicked breathing back to a normal rhythm and stop himself from hyperventilating. Then, he let himself filter through the notification line by line. Adventurer defeated, skills gained, and stats increased. He said to himself, “Wait, why does it feel like the smaller text is being mean? I didn’t even mean to do any of that. It was so stupid that I even tried to save the big guy.” Pausing at the last line, Nik was baffled by the strange symbols and the text that followed after them. The rest he might be able to make sense of, as strange as it all was. But, what was going on with his Luck, and who was Admin? “Okay, so I have stats now. If I compare my strength to everything else, then everything I have must suck, because I know I’m scrawny.” He continued postulating, “But with whatever this error is, it looks like I might be the luckiest monster in the castle. Maybe even on this whole tier of the tower. Not that I have any idea what to do with that information.” Looking down at his lap he remembered that he was holding a wooden shield and his collection of shiny things was still scattered all over the floor. Some of the marbles had even gone over the edge. He would have questioned his luck after losing a part of his valuable collection if it wasn’t for the fact that the big man was preparing to kill him before he dropped his bag. Putting his feet back under himself, Nik stood to collect his prized possessions and return them to his bag, keeping clear away from the dark pit while doing so. He also now had a round wooden shield which could serve as, maybe, a table? It could be useful except he didn’t even know how to use it, and he hoped he’d never have any need. His whole life had been spent in the same old cycle of wandering these halls collecting mushrooms and the rare shiny thing, but it was enough to make a simple creature happy. It did, however, get a bit lonely since none of the goblins liked him very much, and there weren’t any other kobolds here. He had always been just Nik, and it would stay that way if things continued as they were. The rumble was happening a lot, however, and that made him stop to think, for all I know the whole place might end up collapsing after what I saw today. Maybe with my new shield I could even survive on the surface, and make some friends . The thought was fleeting, before he remembered once again that a shield couldn’t protect someone without the strength and skill to use it. Even so, it’s always better to have something and not need it, than to go without, right? Even if it isn’t very shiny at all, he allowed himself to ponder. The blood still pulsing through the violent and rapid beating of his heart went cold. He looked once more upon the bodies of the slain goblins that now rested only a few corridors from the nook that he called his home. He was now terrified of the choice that laid in his immediate future. There were three very important problems with the situation in which he now found himself. One was that he now knew that the rumble was eating away at the castle. Problem number