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Maybe they all lied like I did since as far as I could tell we were the only class that could manually increase our stats. I needed to up my chances of getting past these soldiers so I slid the slider to ten stat draws, and set it loose. Right now I was at a disadvantage, but that would go away in the upper levels when the XP gap started to get ridiculous. I probably wouldn't be able to start shining on my own until I hit the upper levels anyway. My first priority was to go after the five thousand kills I needed to hatch the dragon egg. 

These tutorial dungeons were a much needed head start for when the real dungeons started opening. 

Stat draw

+1 strength

+1 mana regeneration

+ 3 stamina

Draw failed

+ 1 mana capacity

+ 5 speed

Draw failed

+ 1 strength 

+ 1 mental resilience

+ 2 strength

I didn't feel a surge in energy like I did the last time I got stat points. Maybe they wouldn't be applied until seven which was only a few hours away. I started counting. Fifteen stat points gained from ten stat points spent. I frowned to myself. 

If I'd selected the warrior class I'd been offered I wouldn't have the same problem I was having now. The fact that I had fifteen stat points to work with instead of seventy stung, but the fact that I would be able to catch up with a bit of work made that sting less. I browsed through my skills again. I planned to take advantage of the high jump skill. I moved along the fence until I was in a spot that had less soldiers. 

I jumped. The skill propelled me about twenty feet in the air. I jumped again only this time I was in the air facing the dungeon. I was propelled toward the dungeon door. Taking a lot of soldiers by surprise since I seemed to just appear up in the air before shooting toward the portal. As soon as I touched the dungeon door a notification flashed across my vision. 

You are now entering the tutorial dungeon.

Three floors remain. 

Now entering floor one of three. 

I was teleported into the air above some random graveyard. I slammed into the ground below a few seconds later. I scraped myself up off the ground. Pulling the bow out, and notching an arrow. The quiver rested nicely next to my backpack on my back. 

The motions of grabbing the arrow were weirdly natural. I guess that was my skill at work. I drew the bow with my new increased strength, and started walking forward. I was probably the first one in Seattle that had intentionally entered a dungeon. I didn't see any zombies, but that didn't mean much. 

You are in an enclosed space.

Stench of death skill is highly effective, and has longer range in enclosed spaces.

You have blocked Stench of death skill.

That might be one of the reasons people haven't gone in the dungeon. I turned only to see there wasn't a dungeon gate behind me anymore. 

"No going back," I refocused on what was ahead of me. 

As soon as I saw the humanoid form of a zombie ahead I fired an arrow. The arrow slammed into the zombies head, and he went down. I started walking forward. Three zombies appeared in my line of sight. I started firing arrows. 

If I didn't take the time to properly aim then I'd still miss. I moved forward to collect my arrows. I'd chosen a bow so I could put some distance between me, and the zombies. As soon as my hand touched the zombie a prompt popped up. It asked me if I wanted the zombie to be converted into usable materials. 

I clicked yes. The zombie was converted into materials. I ignored the rotten meat, and stuffed the bone fragments, long bones, and the core into my bag. Slipping the arrow into the quiver. Then there were the vials of zombie blood. 

They were small vials that fit into the palm of my hand. I slipped them into one of the outer pockets just in case the vial broke. I didn't want it to soak into everything else I'd collected if it broke. I moved over, and did the same to the other zombies I'd killed. I kept on knocking arrows, and killing zombies. 

The zombies were spread out in here. No group was bigger then five. I'd come across two more groups, and one group had three, and the other had five. The first group was only four. Twelve zombies down. 

I don't know how many more to go. I heard the sound of someone fighting in the distance. I moved toward the sound. Knocking arrows, and firing each time I saw a zombie. I managed to keep up a decent number of arrows despite missing, and breaking a few against the grave stones. 

I'd started with twenty, and now had twelve arrows. I was getting closer to the sounds of gunfire. I was glad I'd chosen a bow as my main weapon over a gun. The noise had drawn all the zombies in the area to the group of people that had come into the dungeon. I stayed back. 

I didn't want to draw the zombies to me, and the group that had surrounded these idiots was well over fifty. I shot arrows quietly from the bushes. Staying away from the group, and thinning the group down without drawing attention to myself. They weren't doing bad at holding the group back, and the zombies were slowly starting to thin out. I managed to take out thirteen on my own.

They managed the rest of the group. There were ten of them, but two weren't in very good shape after they'd gotten surrounded, and munched on a bit. It was pretty obvious that one of the downed guys wasn't going to make it without some sort of help. The gal had only been munched a bit. She probably wouldn't be able to use her arm until she got fixed up.