A week since waking up, Kouji was at the doorstep of his initial dungeon—a deep, ominous cave that went way into the ground. This was his first venture in proving himself.
Teams of adventurers gathered around him, full of expectation. A burly warrior gazed at him uncertainly. "You're seriously going in solo? Even Grade 6 adventurers go in squads."
Kouji smiled. "I don't need to be babysat."
The warrior shrugged. "Your funeral."
Without hesitation, Kouji stepped inside. There was darkness, and he was treated to a system message in his mind.
[Dungeon Entry Confirmed: Rank F]
The moment he walked in, he was greeted by the pungent smell of damp stone. The air stank with the reek of monsters. His vision adjusted to the dim light, and he unsheathed his katana, its smooth blade glinting.
A low growl echoed in the cavern. From the shadows, a pair of red glowing eyes emerged. A goblin, its rough dagger clutched tightly in its clawed hand. It shrieked and attacked him.
Kouji exhaled slowly, his grip tightening. He had fought wars, slain warriors and kings in his past life. A goblin was nothing.
As the beast charged, he asserted control over his power. Gravity surrounding the goblin increased tenfold. The beast screamed as its legs buckled from the weight, unable to move.
He stepped forward one pace and swung his katana. The sword sliced through the goblin's neck effortlessly.
[You have killed Goblin (Level 12). Experience points gained.]
A rush of energy coursed through him. His first kill in this world. The beginning of his ascension.
He smiled. "Too easy."