In the beginning, there had only been one pitiful Poison Slime and a rookie summoner with almost no confidence whatsoever.
Back then, he wielded broken weapons and had only Slimy by his side, a tiny summon that looked as if it could be stepped on and killed at any moment. Even facing a few low level monsters required careful planning.
Now things were different.
In a short span of time, he had gone from being the son of a graveyard keeper to someone who owned a mansion, a personal dungeon, multiple undead summons, and a long list of enemies.
The changes had indeed come quickly.
So quickly that even Zich found it a little absurd.
And the most exciting part was that this was even the beginning and was just the first layer.
"Things have gone fairly smoothly," he said quietly and then frowned.
He didn't know why, but his gut told him that he shouldn't have said that.
Some time later, he began walking forward.
Rainwater slid down his hair and clothes.
