Gustav had been coming here for close to three months to train himself and get through the levels of the dungeon.
The lower you descended, the more powerful the mixedbreed.
Gustav's limit currently was level sixteen, and it was even quite tough for him to get to his current stage. He couldn't defeat the creatures in level sixteen using normal means, which was why when he wanted to kill the Dark Venom worm, he had to get into it so he could attack from within.
Even with that, he had to make use of God Eyes to spot the weaker section of the creature's mouth area so he could end it before he ran out of time.
Normally, the senior cadets formed four teams before heading in if they were going without any supervision from instructors, but Gustav had been coming here himself since day one.
The officers guarding the dungeon entrance advised against it on his first day here since they couldn't do anything to restrict him due to his title.
However, Gustav totally disregarded their advice, saying he wanted to explore on his own.
Most of the senior cadets who had witnessed his exchange secretly openly called him a fool while also mentioning, he was going to get himself killed because of pride.
According to them, several cadets had also lost their lives here because they were too prideful and didn't want to be a part of any team.
To Gustav's expectations, they were right. He left the dungeon on that day with numerous injuries after making it through the first four levels in several hours.
What they didn't know was Gustav was purposely pushing himself to this point to see where it would get him on his first try, but they mistook it for pride.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})His major reason was not wanting to reveal the full extent of his abilities which he could use freely if he wasn't in any party, and he did.
Unfortunately, he couldn't go beyond the first four levels even after using everything he had.
Gustav was practically half-dead and almost completely drained of energy on his way out of here on the first day.
Normally cams were installed in some sections of the dungeons. Still, it was impossible for them to be everywhere due to the massive size of the dungeons that made it even seem like the cadets coming in were few in number.
It was actually possible for the MBO to install cams everywhere, but monitoring every footage would be an issue due to the size of the place.
For this reason, every cadet coming in wasp given an emergency ringer. This was to alert the instructors that they needed help the instant they came into contact with a mixedbreed they could not handle. They only had to tap or send the intention if it was wired to them.
Some cadets still ended up getting killed either way due to their pride and believing they could handle creatures that were way more powerful than them, which caused them not to use the ringer.
Gustav spent close to three months working on making use of his abilities and increasing his strength.
During his first few tryouts, every time he came here, he would leave with grievous injuries and nearly depleted energy, causing his healing factor to reduce.
The thing about the dungeon was the fact that attacks were unpredictable. Groups could be attacked at any point in time while exploring the place.
Gustav noticed that the mixedbreeds here had higher intelligence and, even when weaker, were able to strategize before attacking the groups for better results.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})He had fallen prey to this before he came to the realisation.
He was finally able to reach level sixteen, which was only close to half since the dungeon had about forty-seven levels.
No group of senior cadets had managed to go beyond level forty, and even the last ones that reached that low were nearly wiped out.
Gustav was already close to the level of strength of some of the seniors and was still growing very fast.
Whenever he came into contact with some of those seniors in groups, they would always stare at him like he was some monster.
'I guess this is why he's already an officer,' Most of them had these thoughts in mind as some were fascinated about him more than Elevora.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Boom!
Gustav once again engaged a group of man-looking lizard mixedbreeds as he made his way up the dungeon.
Bang!
He slammed the head of the last one into the wall, causing it to burst apart like a Warhammer slammed into a watermelon.
Gustav continued moving towards the top and out of this particular section.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})In about ten more minutes, he finally arrived at the entrance of the dungeon.
His uniform was once again soaked in blood as usual, but it wasn't his blood.
The officers guarding the entrance greeted him as he handed over the emergency ringer to them and left.
At this time, it was already around nine in the night and today happened to be a Sunday which was why Gustav was able to spend a lot of time here.
"Less than two months left... I should really make sure I increase my strength properly before my next mission," Gustav muttered on his way back to his room.
Swwoooooosshh!
His hair blew back as he bolted across the camp at a very high speed.
Minutes later, Gustav was back in his apartment preparing something to eat.
It was almost five months since they arrived here, and Gustav could not believe the kind of improvement he had gone through.
He was currently at the Martial rank, which was a rank many mixedbloods across the world were stuck in.
He had also noticed that channeling his bloodline at this stage was now slower than before, so he wasn't too sure about getting to the next rank before he went on his first mission.
However, he was more focused on his system leveling, which was also a good way of improving in strength regardless of being bloodline rank.
"System interface," Gustav called out as he decided to check his current level.
