However, whenever he accomplished the impossible, his blood boiled with excitement.
And Weed was considering this kind of act with natural nonchalance.
“I’m starting to feel really dizzy. It must be because of my Dwarven body. It’s definitely not a good idea to fly rapidly while drunk!”
He was flying while drunk, even near-death situations couldn’t get him to sober up. Speed driving!
In an instant, he found his way to the second floor of Kramador dungeon by cutting through waves of monsters.
Weed sent an urgent whisper to Rumi.
– Are you okay? Are you still alive?
– Yeah. But well, we’re slowly dying.
– How much Health have you lost?
– About 55%. I think we’ll be completely dead in about 30 minutes or so.
– Really?
Instead of proceeding to the second floor basement, he turned around.
Back to where all the monsters had been annihilated!
“Then I have a few moments to spare.”
Weed unfurled his wings and flew faster than before, tumbling through the path he had traveled through not long ago.
He flew at mach speed to collect the loot! Weed wasn’t someone who would walk away even from trivial japtem.