“Level 2 Paralysis.”
“Giiii!!!”
Five goblins got immobilized and collapsed into the ground after I cast a lightning magic spell on each of them. I approached them and cuffed their wrists with iron shackles that were chained together.
“Giii…”
“You should be grateful for participating in my revolutionary experiment.” ．𝚌ｏ𝚖
I am not here to kill monsters, but to capture them. The hack might not work on the dungeon monsters, so I will do it with natural monsters.
Before I begin my experiment, I have to procure the necessaries. That’s why I am in the forest: to abduct some monsters.
After rendering the goblins immobile, I opened a Portal that connects to the dungeon gate, then cast the same spell on the 40th Floor.
I am on this floor to test this new hack that I just came across. Dungeons are dimensionally separated from the world and could be used to freely conduct any activity in private.
While this dungeon is still unconquered and unknown to the public, my clones and I are making use of the Safe Areas.
The 30th Floor has been our base of operations. A few portions had been plowed on that Floor for the cultivation of various crops. Some of the fields are still empty due to the lack of resources.
The 40th Floor, where I cut my hair, was used for raising and caring for livestock, not actually livestock but monsters.
This Floor is where we keep monsters and sort them for multiple purposes: observation, experimentation, collection, and so on. Some of my collections were kept here in their own cages and fences.
The flying bull monster, Buraq, that had been killed and stored in my Inventory for months was revived by myself and resurrected as if nothing happened.
For some reason, its Dungeon Monster title disappeared from its board after being resurrected. The dungeon probably didn’t recognize this monster as its constituent once the connection was severed.
Due to the fact that the bull has been exiled from the dungeon’s jurisdiction, the blessings of the dungeon have been erased as well, like immunity to hunger and dominance.
Without the blessings, the Buraq can now feel hunger, so I have to feed it to live. It is also capable of being domesticated.
Right now, I have a pair of flying bulls, a bull and a cow—while I kill-resurrect once I rechallenge the 20th Floor Guardian.
The monster for the Guardian was randomly selected, so I had to rechallenge the Guardian until I ultimately faced a Buraq.
Because of that, I have a new hack that I would like to test and verify. If it works, it would help me improve a lot.
On the 40th Floor, there are monsters aside from my collections. Monsters that are meant for research and development.
On the farthest eastern part of this Floor, if the Guardian Room were located to the north, I would have walked along with the paralyzed goblins, who were being levitated by my Poltergeist extra skill, throughout a forested area to reach my destination.
Once I reached my destination, a large plot of open land unfolded in front of me. At the end, structures of various purposes were erected near the pitch-black dungeon wall.
This area is actually a ranch for experimental and fodder monsters. The area where we usually conduct our own businesses. I chose this location since it was quite far from the open area and was surrounded by trees.
Using my Botanist unique skill, I accelerated the growth rate of the tree saplings that I planted around the plot. I also used the same skill to thicken the trunks of the natural trees surrounding the area.
I walked, with floating goblins following me around, on the grass and approached one of the structures. As I am advancing, someone appears out of nowhere in front of me.
I am not surprised by his sudden entrance and let myself in because he literally came from me.
“Welcome back, SirBoss.” He smiled, then put a hand on his crest and bent over. “I had received your message about your visit, so I am here to welcome you.”
“Thank you, Azrael.”
The man in front of me is Azrael, sharing the same name with one of the Angels of Death. He is the sixth and latest Profile who has given a physical incorporation.
I originally wanted to name him Samael, the most powerful angel of death, but changed it to Azrael later on. There was a lore between Samael and Michael that disturbed my mind.
But for me, Azrael was a cooler name than Samael.
The fifth one is in the Kingdom of Astley and is currently making a name for himself with his friends. We had smelled some anomaly happening inside Astley, so we sent him to investigate.
Azrael appears to be in his late teens and has a fair complexion. He has deep black hair and vivid crimson eyes, which emphasize his cool demeanor.
His build is almost the same as mine: same height, same weight, same hairstyle. But our faces are visibly different since Azrael gave us the appearance of a long dead person.
The remains of Azrael’s original body were excavated from the same mass grave as Michael’s in the Kingdom of Boulder. His body originally used to have red hair and eyes.
Among all the Profiles that have been embodied so far, Azrael is the most powerful and skilled. He shared the same Level as myself, but only got eighty percent of the stats due to the limitations of the Parallel Profile unique skill.
Azrael was assigned to herd the monsters on this Floor. He has his own dwelling in this area and rarely goes outside of the dungeon since I haven’t given him a task that needs to be executed outside.
All the clones have absolute loyalty and servitude toward me and would do whatever I say. But I gave them some freedom to do whatever they liked as long as they were not ruining my plans.
Like Michael, I had forbid Azrael to lay a finger on the ladies and their women, as well as cuckolding the males.
I nodded slightly and glanced at my masterpiece for a while before going back to the reason I was here.
“Gahhh!!!”
I cancelled my Poltergeist extra skill, and the goblins dropped off the ground. I picked up one of them by the head and lifted the paralyzed goblins above the ground.
“Okay, let’s begin. Bestow, Weaponist.”
The goblin briefly glowed with a golden light as soon as I finished bestowing a skill on it. I analyzed it and confirmed that the Weaponist unique skill has been woven into its soul.
Weaponist is the result of synthesizing the extra skills Weapon Master and Ownership and the skills Item Enchantment, Weapon Enchantment, and Blacksmithing.
It is a useful skill that hastens the process of learning a weapon-based technique. The rate of learning is significantly faster than that of the Weapon Master of the High Dwarves.
I got more proficient with my metalworking since the acquisition of this unique skill. The weapons and equipment that I forged recently have remarkably increased in quality.
The weapon that I made for Azrael is my current masterpiece. It surpassed the quality and durability of the katanas I forged for myself and my sister.
Azrael’s weapon has superior enchantments. But I did not forget to upgrade my weapons as well. I will upgrade my sister’s blade once I see her in the Imperial Capital this winter.
This is how much I spoil my youngest offshoot. Azrael himself is a masterpiece of art, my ultimate creation. A masterpiece needs a masterpiece.
“Good.” I said, then dropped the goblins to the ground. “The next step is…”
I visibly opened my skill board in front of me. Azrael is right behind me, so he could see my board as well. I turned my head around and gave him my reminder.
“In case this method doesn’t work and fails, you know what to do, right?”
“Of course, SirBoss.” Azrael replied with politeness and nodded. “I got your back.”
If this experiment were to fail, I had given my backup plan to Azrael so I could take what I lost. But I doubt that this experiment would fail.
“Okay, I will do it now…”
As soon as I said that, I started the activation of the Ultimate Augmentation ultra skill in my mind. Then I used one of its subskills, the Skill Liquidation, to convert a certain skill into soul essence.
<Unique Skill Weaponist has been successfully liquidated. 20,000,000 soul essences have been added to the Soul Bank.>
“Liquidation successfully completed.” I triumphantly announced before turning my attention to the blessed goblin. “You know the rules, it’s time to die?…”
I sang, then I cast an Obsidian Bullet and shot it on the goblin’s chest, straight to the heart.
“Guuuhhh—!!!”
The goblin collapsed to the ground with a small hole in its chest. Its blood gushed out of the hole that painted the earth red.
“Now, let’s wait for the confirmation of the system…”