Era of Players: Death God

The remaining goblins, their initial bloodlust replaced by raw fear, tried to scatter. But Noah was relentless. His movements were fluid and precise, fueled by years of training and a newfound sense of purpose. With each swing of his black sword, another goblin fell, their forms dissolving into wisps of dark smoke.

The battle was over in a matter of seconds. Noah stood panting in the center of the chamber, the chilling silence broken only by the rhythmic drip of water somewhere deeper within the dungeon. He had faced his first challenge within the artificial labyrinth, and he had emerged victorious.

Taking a moment to catch his breath and assess his surroundings, a thought struck Noah. The goblins, though weak individually, had appeared strategically placed. This wasn't just a simple combat trial; it was a test of efficiency. Perhaps the key to completing the first floor wasn't just defeating the goblins, but doing so quickly.

With renewed determination, Noah scanned the chamber, searching for any hidden clues or signs of an exit. Maybe there was a pressure plate hidden beneath a fallen goblin, or perhaps a specific rune carved into the wall needed activation. He needed to find the fastest way forward, not just for himself, but to prove his class worthy in this competition.

The race to conquer the dungeon had begun, and Noah, fueled by a mixture of competitive spirit and naturally a desire to win the mission was determined to be the first to reach the finish line.

His journey through the artificial labyrinth had just begun, and the damp, oppressive atmosphere of the first chamber now held a different kind of tension – the tension of a race against time and the thrill of discovery.

A Few minutes prior the system issued a new mission, he must be the winner and conclude everything within 5 hours, the reward was two stats points per stat which was equal to leveling up once.

Noah's victory over the goblins echoed through the dank chamber, a testament to his swiftness and deadly efficiency. Nemesis, his obsidian blade, dripped with a smoky essence that quickly dissipated, leaving no trace of the fallen creatures.

Wasting no time, he scanned the chamber, his eyes sharp and focused. The goblins, while a test of combat prowess, weren't the only challenge. There had to be more – a hidden switch, a cryptic inscription, something that would lead him to the exit. He examined the fallen goblins, their forms still dissolving into wisps of smoke, searching for any clues they might hold.

His keen eye caught a faint glint on the crumbled form of the first goblin. Inspecting closer, he found a small, rusted key lodged within its bony hand. A satisfied grin spread across his face. The key, crudely fashioned but undeniably magical, had to be the answer.

His pulse quickened with renewed purpose. He moved to the walls, his gaze sweeping over the bioluminescent fungi and the damp, moss-covered stone. There, near a barely visible seam in the stonework, a small keyhole glimmered faintly, bathed in the fungi's pale glow.

With a triumphant click, the key slid into the lock. A section of the wall ground aside, revealing a dark passage leading deeper into the dungeon. The stale air that wafted from the passage carried a faint hint of something else – a metallic tang that hinted at traps or perhaps even more enemies.

But Noah was undeterred. He had cleared the first floor in record time, a feat that would surely impress Professor Elena and surprise many. With Nemesis held tight and a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, he plunged into the darkness of the passage, the echoing clang of the stone door sealing the first chamber behind him.

The second floor unfolded before him like a twisted labyrinth. Tight corridors snaked through the darkness, occasionally opening into chambers that held an unsettling emptiness. The metallic tang in the air grew stronger, a constant reminder of the hidden dangers that lurked in the shadows.

Noah's senses were on high alert. He navigated the twisting passages cautiously, naturally as master of the Night thank to his class he could see in the dark without any problem. He encountered more creatures – this time, not goblins, but hobgoblins and kobolds, creatures slightly more cunning and more deadly.

But Noah was like a natural disaster to those poor monsters. His movements were honed by years of training under his father, his strikes precise and deadly. He cut a swathe through the surprised creatures, their panicked shrieks echoing through the labyrinthine corridors.

Every fallen creature, every disarmed trap, every puzzle solved brought him closer to the exit. He pushed himself, fueled by the thrill of the competition and a growing sense of accomplishment. Twenty minutes flew by in a blur of adrenaline-fueled action.

Finally, after navigating a particularly treacherous corridor filled with swinging blades and hidden pits, Noah stumbled upon a hidden door. This one was more elaborate, adorned with magical sigils that pulsed with a faint light. He examined the sigils, searching for a pattern, a sequence. His eyes fell on a nearby rock formation, its shape eerily similar to one of the glowing sigils.

With a surge of intuition, he pushed the rock formation into place. A satisfying click echoed through the chamber, followed by a grinding of stone on stone. The hidden door swung open, revealing a flight of stairs leading upwards.

Noah had done it. He had conquered the second floor in a record-breaking time, his earlier achievement surpassed. A wave of exhilaration washed over him. He had proven his skills, not just to his class, but perhaps even to himself.

The competition was far from over, but Noah, fueled by a newfound confidence, took a deep breath and ascended the stairs, ready to face the challenges that awaited him on the third floor.

The third floor should surely be more challenging he thought if not it would be boring, too see but he didn't doubt that starting from the next floor it wouldn't be easy because the system wouldn't give a mission who was too easy.