Looking at the two before him, Neves took one last breathing break before standing up.
Although most of his enemies were down, they were still very much alive — as the dungeon will not drop anything from them unless they are dead.
Knowing this, he pulled out the lance blade he had in his ring and started moving back to where the two were, where the goblins were.
"Excuse me please," he said to them, waiting for them to give him space so he could kill them now.
Without saying a word, the two stepped back and waited for him to kill the monsters he defeated.
Finishing with the goblins, doing a simple thrust to their necks using his blade, Neves then did the skeletons.
Since they did not have flesh, using the blade was useless. Seeing this, the two wondered how he would do this.
"Now that I think about it, wasn't he known to bring nothing into the dungeon?" the ranger said, recalling the intelligence report from the guild.
"How did he even kill them if he doesn't have any blunt weapon to use?"
Saying so, Neves summoned his blanket and placed a skull inside it, wrapping it completely tight.
"The hell is he gonna do?" she questioned.
Then suddenly, Neves slammed his blanket against the wall, creating a loud thud noise as the skull hit the solid surface.
The first slam cracked bone.
The second shattered it.
By the third, the skull had turned into something soft and broken inside the cloth.
After three more slams, the skull he placed inside his blanket was pulverized, killing it, making its body disappear, replaced by a drop.
"So that's how he's been doing this," the knight said, seeing what just happened.
"Having no existing weapon to use or mana potions and magic skills, he would just slowly break the skeletons' skulls to dust to kill them."
After a while, all the monsters in the room were finally killed, leaving Neves with five green mana crystals — out of the 14 monsters there were.
"Thanks for waiting, shall we go to those three routes now?" Neves then pointed back to where they came from.
Seeing this, the two observers didn't say anything and only nodded, letting Neves lead them back.
As they moved back, the two were lost in their thoughts, forming opinions about Neves.
'Still, doing all of that with no sign of discomfort and regret is not normal,' the ranger thought.
Although she had seen many insane ways people kill monsters, no matter how crazy those people were, they still had a bit of hesitation in them.
'But he doesn't have any of that in him at all. Fixed eyes, that have already given up on everything, and only know how to survive... and not to live.'
That was her opinion of him — a man that had already given up everything in life, trying his best to live.
While the ranger was thinking about this, the knight's thoughts were different.
'If that's how he kills skeletons, then how about the goblins? How did he kill them back then without using a weapon?'
This was his question about Neves.
From what they had seen, he managed to take down those goblins at the entrance without a problem using his weapon.
Then, if that's how he does things now, how did he do it before — back then when he had nothing on him?
Thinking so, they finally got back to where they spawned before.
Returning here, the two realized the monster group from before had already dispersed.
"Guess that's it, huh?" the knight expressed, knowing this.
Humming, Neves pondered where they should go now.
From what he could tell, the monster group from before had already scattered, leaving only an individual or two moving near them.
"I guess I'll go for the easy ones for now," he murmured, moving to the south side of the room they were in.
After a while, a figure appeared.
Around a meter or so in size, colored green, with a single blade in its hand.
Since they had been moving nonstop, the observers wondered how he would handle this now.
Having to move without changing his pace, Neves forgot he had a weapon on him and returned to how he did things before.
A few meters away from the lone goblin, the two noticed his steps getting quieter with each step.
The moment he was just five meters away from the goblin, his steps stopped making noise.
And his presence was basically gone.
'A skill?' the two thought at the same time.
'But the guild said this guy is skill-less... unless it's a natural technique he created all this time, hunting alone.'
Although their words were different from each other, the objective was the same.
Slowly moving to the goblin, Neves raised his left hand to the goblin's head, like headphones being put on.
Then slowly moving his right hand to the goblin's front, to cover its mouth from making noise.
Then with a single clean move, he twisted the goblin's head, killing it in one go.
Precise, accurate, and deadly in one go.
To the point the goblin didn't even notice him until its head was twisted by Neves.
"Tsk, no drop," Neves exclaimed, a tone of annoyance in his voice.
Frustrated, he didn't look back and forgot he was with someone, going back to his usual routine.
"I can't see anything else from here, so time to go deeper." From this point on, the two observers behind him stayed silent, keeping watch on him only.
They ran without stopping, keeping a pace where they could cover a good amount of area without exhausting themselves too much.
After ten minutes or so, another goblin appeared.
This time, unlike the earlier one that was in the middle of the hall, it was near the wall, its hand resting on the cold brick surface.
Suddenly, the pace of Neves' movement doubled without warning, making the two question what he would do now.
As his movement speed increased, Neves kept his arms swiping carefully, gathering propulsion as he moved.
Five meters away from the goblin, he jumped in the air, leaping to its back and perfectly landing his feet on its head — bringing it down, slamming it to the ground.
The goblin survived, something Neves wouldn't let continue.
Seeing this, he raised one foot and stomped on its already buried head in the floor.
One stomp down, a yell of war let out.
Two stomps down, a scream of pain came.
Three stomps down, its life disappeared.
"Nothing again," Neves said, putting his hand on his temple.
"Fucking shitty luck!" He yelled, moving once again without looking back.
After this, the two observers continued to watch him kill monsters on the floor, quietly, and keeping notes of what he does.
From this hunt of theirs — or rather Neves' — they noticed his way of killing changed depending on the situation.
If there's only one, and it's in the middle of the hall, he would lower his presence down to nothing and twist its head.
If it's near a wall, he would jump on its head and stomp on it until it died.
And if there are multiple of them, he would move to the side and elbow their liver, and kick their nuts, putting them on their knees.
The moment they were down, he would stretch his grown sharp nails and cut their necks using them.
After that, he would dart to the next one and twist their necks in one go.
They would bleed and die, and if he heard no noise after they popped, he would continue to run.
This was the sight the observers had to watch for hours.
Then, like a timed watch, the moment night was just a few minutes in, Neves stopped his movement.
Then said, "That's it for the day, huh?"
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Author note:
Never done this before but.
Please give power stone if you like the work so far. It does motivate me to do better.