《An average adventurer.》2: The difference between.

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It took me all of three days to reach my first dungeon, precious adventure time wasted fighting weak slimes and the occasional wild wolf.

Slimes only came to places where the grass had some degree of magical effect so I made sure to gather some for study.

Once I reached the dungeon an expected problem arose, a party of "adventures" surrounded by their guards.

They looked to be around fifteen and their guards were all hard faced thirty-somethings.

They would without a doubt cause me some trouble but without hesitation I tried to enter the dungeon with a rather expected result.

"Adventures licence?"

I of course had no such documentation, but I made the effort to feign looking for a card before simply punching the guard out cold.

"I'll be going inside, I won't kill you even if you try to hurt me because this really is my fault."

The guards for the party rushed at me in waves, each were well built men and women with strong armour and weapons.

But I had alchemical knowledge and training from an elite fighter, both my brute strength and technical skill was more than a dozen times their own.

I grabbed guards and threw them high or punched them, occasionally striking them with my shield or striking them with the pommel of my sword.

Eventually with their protectors down the party approached me, not the least bit phased.

"Surrender now and we will spare you!" The leader spoke in a soft noble voice, no authority behind it.

I replied honestly.

"I feel not even slightly afraid of you, your number and might are both insufficient to beat someone who works harder than you."

The party, with their ego's seemingly hurt, rushed towards me with their weapons drawn.

I put my own weapon and shield away and began fighting them.

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The leader wielded a large spear that he repeatedly thrust towards me with little result, a punch to his chin left him unconcious.

His friend fought hand to hand, throwing punches towards me that barely registered as hits.

After years of sparring with people who wanted to become guards or soldiers some brats with little in the way of experience really didn't phase me.

The next stepped forward after I sent the second flying into the air, he was a sword fighter with a shimmering sabre.

He thrusted and slashed towards me as I met his hits with indifference and punches, his weapon eventually snapper as it clashed directly with my armoured fist.

The remaining two were mages, one support type and one combat type.

I confronted them simultaneously as I held confidence in my magic that surpassed my confidence in hand to hand combat.

I formed twelve balls of explosive fire magic in the air and shot them toward the mage, her barrier lacked power but her technique was slightly commendable as something that showed she at least put more effort in than her friends.

The healer simply gave up as she saw me and began healing her friends and their guards, I held no grudge against her for it and walked inside the dungeon with a sour taste in my mouth for venting against a group of children.

The dungeon itself was contained within a cave, a small crack within a vast, grey and rocky cliff.

I walked through and felt the concept of time warp if I tried to sense it conciously, my counting of the ticks was unconcious and remained consistent.

This helped to guide me as I continued to walk through the entrance of the dungeon, eventually winding up in a barely lit and Barron cave.

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The floor was soaking wet, the cave smelled damp and mossy and the walls seemed to change from natural cave formation into ordered stone and then eventually metal bricks.

I tested the material and eventually with great difficulty broke a piece off, analysing it and learning how to transmute it would allow me to form tough buildings just like it.

Walking further in led me to my first encounter with an enemy.

The creature was taller than me by a large margin, had dark red skin covered in veins and wore an animal skull as its mask.

I was mildly intimidated by the creature but remained as calm as I realistically could, walking towards it with my shield out and my weapon drawn.

Although my tone was too friendly, I spoke to the creature to greet it.

"Nice to meet you."

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