Chapter 73 - Strategy & Adapting

Storming the Camp

Kyung-min didn't just command.

He fought.

With Abyss Step, he flickered across the battlefield—one moment slashing through a Goblin Spearman, the next appearing behind a Warlock to silence its casting.

His Skeleton Warriors formed a shield wall, forcing the enemy into chokepoints.

His Archers picked off high-priority targets—Warlocks and Archers.

His Reapers danced through the chaos, slicing tendons and throats with deadly precision.

His Mages unleashed dark energy, disrupting formations and spreading despair.

[Kill Log]

Goblin Spearman (Lvl 7) slain! (EXP +8)

Goblin Archer (Lvl 8) slain! (EXP +9)

Goblin Warlock (Lvl 10) slain! (EXP +14)

Goblin Berserker (Lvl 11) slain! (EXP +18)

🔹 [EXP Threshold Reached!]

LEVEL UP!

Kyung-min → Lvl 6 → 7

He felt the surge of power, his body adapting instantly.

System Notification: Loot Acquired

Gold Earned: 180 Gold (Accumulated)

Items Dropped:

[Goblin Spear (E-Rank)] x2

[Cracked Goblin Helmet (F-Rank)] x1

[Lesser Mana Crystal] x3

[Goblin Core (Low-Grade)] x1

[Torn Warlock Robe (E-Rank)] x1

[Bloodied Berserker Bracers (D-Rank)] x1

Kyung-min scoffed as he glanced at the notifications.

"Not bad… but I need more."

He allocated 5 free stat points evenly into his attributes.

🔹 STATUS WINDOW – Han Kyung-Min

🔹 Level: 7

🔹 Rank: E

🔹 Class: Revenant Necromancer

🔹 Title: The Lone Necromancer

🔹 HP: 875 (+75 from Stamina increase)

🔹 MP: 1,155 (+120 from Intelligence increase)

🔹 Attributes

:🔹Strength: 50 (+1)

🔹Agility: 60 (+1)

🔹Stamina: 55 (+1)

🔹Intelligence: 105 (+1)

🔹 Perception: 65 (+1)

🔹 Free Stat Points Remaining: 0

Kyung-min analyzed the battle while fighting.

He nodded to himself.

"This is working."

But then—he saw the watchtowers.

Goblins blowing horns.

Arrows ignited in flames.

"Tsk."

He vanished with Abyss Step, closing the distance.

BOOM!

A Corpse Explosion erupted, taking out a watchtower in seconds.

Another group of Goblins charged from behind.

Kyung-min turned.

His skeletons formed up around him.

The next phase of the battle had begun.

Crushing the Goblin War Camp.

The battlefield was a storm of chaos and blood.

Kyung-min stood at the center of it—his blade dripping with goblin ichor, his mask concealing the sharp glint in his eyes.

His skeletons were holding the line, but with the alarm raised, the real battle was about to begin.

The War Camp Mobilizes.

The watchtowers collapsed in flames, but the goblins did not panic.

This was not a disorganized rabble like the previous floors.

This was an army.

With trained discipline, the goblins began reorganizing.

Spearmen formed tight formations, their shields locking together.

Archers repositioned, raining down a volley of burning arrows.

Warlocks conjured dark hexes, targeting Kyung-min and his undead.

Berserkers roared, charging in a reckless frenzy, swinging massive axes.

Kyung-min clicked his tongue.

"Their tactics are solid."

But solid wasn't enough.

A Commander's Strategy – Adapting to War.

His mind worked at lightning speed.

Spearmen were slow, but had reach advantage.

Archers were deadly if left uninterrupted.

Warlocks could cripple him with hexes and debuffs.

Berserkers were too reckless. Predictable.

"Reapers—cut down the Warlocks."

The assassin-type skeletons vanished into the shadows.

"Archers—eliminate enemy archers."

Bows twanged, and his skeleton archers began a sniper battle.

"Mages—disrupt their formations."

A volley of dark energy bolts rained down, breaking Spearmen formations and sending goblins scattering.

"Warriors—hold the front."

The shield wall of his Skeleton Warriors clashed against the Goblin Spearmen.

And Kyung-min?

He moved directly into the chaos.

No Mercy – A Dance of Death!

[ Abyss Step – Activated ]

He blinked behind a goblin archer—slitting its throat before it could scream.

A Berserker lunged, axes swinging—Kyung-min ducked, slammed his knee into its gut, and drove his dagger into its skull.

The Warlock fell dead. Corpses Became Ammunition.

Kyung-min extended his hand—

[ Summon Zombie – Activated ]

The Warlock's body twitched.

Its hands contorted into claws—its eyes turned black.

And then—Boom!

A corpse explosion tore through an entire squad of Goblin Spearmen.

Their formations crumbled.

The battlefield was his.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

🔹 [Kill Log]

Goblin Spearman (Lvl 7) slain! (EXP +8)

Goblin Archer (Lvl 8) slain! (EXP +9)

Goblin Warlock (Lvl 10) slain! (EXP +14)

Goblin Berserker (Lvl 11) slain! (EXP +18)

🔹[EXP Threshold Reached!]

LEVEL UP!

[ New Loot Acquired ]

Gold Earned: 300 Gold (Accumulated)

Items Dropped:

Goblin Spear (E-Rank) x1

Goblin Archer Bow (E-Rank) x1

Goblin Warlock Hex Scroll (D-Rank) x1

Lesser Mana Crystal x2

Goblin Core (Low-Grade) x1

War Ends in Silence

The battlefield fell quiet.

No goblins remained standing.

Only Kyung-min and his skeletons.

He exhaled, shaking off the blood from his blade.

He had won.

But then—The air shifted.

The ground trembled

.A massive iron door at the far end of the war camp rumbled open. 

The Boss Room – A Test of Might

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: Boss Room Activated.]

From the darkness beyond the door, thunderous footsteps echoed.

A massive figure emerged.

Towering at nearly three meters tall.Clad in crude but heavy armor.

A massive iron axe slung over its shoulder.

Grak-Thul, the Iron Maw.

The Goblin Warlord. A Final Challenge Before Floor 4Kyung-min cracked his neck.His skeletons stood ready.

Grak-Thul snarled, pounding his chest—his War Drums booming across the chamber."

Looks like you were waiting for me."

Kyung-min smirked under his mask.

 And then—

The Goblin Warlord – Grak-Thul, the Iron Maw

A low growl rumbled through the chamber.

Grak-Thul cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders as his massive, rusted battle-axe dragged across the stone floor, sparks flickering where it scraped against the rock.

His eyes—glowing with a dull crimson haze—locked onto Kyung-min.

An intelligent gaze.

Not like the others.

This one… understood battle.

A warlord.

A commander.

Kyung-min twirled his new twin daggers in his hands, the reforged weapons gleaming under the dim dungeon light.

This was their first real test.

His fingers tightened around the grips.

His skeletons stood ready, silent as the grave.

Grak-Thul stomped forward.

Kyung-min did the same.

The space between them closed in an instant.

The First Exchange

Grak-Thul swung his axe in a brutal arc, aiming to split him in half.

Kyung-min stepped into the swing.

Abyss Step—not to dodge, but to move through the danger.

He appeared just under Grak-Thul's guard.

A flash of steel.

His daggers struck twice—

One aimed at the tendons in the warlord's leg.The other slashing across his ribs.

🔹 [Status Effect: Minor Bleeding Applied!]

Grak-Thul flinched.

A wound.

But—

A slow, guttural laugh escaped from the warlord's mouth.

His axe came down again—faster.

Kyung-min barely had time to twist out of the way, but the sheer force of the attack sent a shockwave through the chamber.

His daggers were effective.

But Grak-Thul…

He was enjoying this.

Kyung-min exhaled, flipping a dagger in his palm.

If that was the case—

Then he'd give him more to enjoy.