About an hour later, John was holed up on top of his fortress again. Once again he had gone for the three hour Assault. He had found an interesting tidbit about these dungeons though, being that he was chained to the currently appropriate level bracket. Probably something Gaia did to prevent him from overly exploiting the system. If she didn't, he could just relax in something like 20 levels under his for 72 hours, put the girls on shift duty, and get insane sums of experience for very little risk.
Either way, he was now fighting level 95 Bugpanthers, because why the hell not? Without Firstkill bonuses, there was no incentive for him to go and fight enemies he didn't know already. Aside from searching for specific loot, maybe. From John's perspective his current Equipment was pretty much good as it was, he was only missing something to wield in his last Hand Slot.