Chapter 11

"Hey... Don't get too cocky just because you're a bit faster! Take this! Wind Cutter!"

A blade of wind was released from the male mage's hand. He must have thought that my only strength was speed and prioritized landing a hit.

"Wha—Why isn't it working?!"

But of course, with my stats being nearly four times higher than theirs in everything except speed, such an attack wouldn't work. My HP decreased from 2530 to 2500, but that was negligible.

"The reason is obvious. You're just not strong enough."

"Damn it, this is so unfair... Why is someone like you in a D-Rank dungeon?!"

Indeed, it's unusual for a level 300 person to be in a D-Rank dungeon... but I had no intention of explaining the reason to them.

"Let's end this."

I kicked off the ground forcefully and charged. The three of them tried to respond, but they were too slow.

I punched the mage in the stomach, knocking him unconscious, then shifted my target to the remaining two—the swordsman and the tank.

"Roar!"

"..."

I dodged the swordsman's aggressive attack and punched him in the abdomen. The swordsman collapsed, unconscious.

Next was the tank.

While relying on speed to overwhelm them was an option, I decided to confront him head-on.

Seeing me approach without any tricks, the tank laughed loudly.

"Haha, fool! Coming at a tank head-on is like asking to be countered! Take this, Counter Impact!"

The tank's shield glowed blue. This skill was supposed to reflect the shock back to the attacker, consuming a large amount of MP based on the strength of the impact. It was a powerful technique.

However, it had a weakness.

"Ha!"

I punched the tank's shield with all my might. The blue light shattered, and my fist pierced through the shield.

"What happened?!"

"You just fought a boss, right? Your MP must be almost depleted."

If the required MP was insufficient, the skill would fail. Thus, my attack succeeded without interference.

"It's over."

"Ga—"

I delivered a final blow, knocking the tank unconscious.

I looked around. The swordsman, mage, and tank were all unconscious. But—

"Don't underestimate me, you brat!"

"...You still want to fight?"

The leader, whom I had already hit, was struggling to stand, gripping a large sword with both hands and glaring at me with bloodshot eyes.

"Of course! I won't rest until I kill you! This time, I'll cut you in half—"

"You don't learn, do you?"

In a flash, I closed the distance, swung my short dagger, and made shallow cuts on the man's wrists.

"What?!"

That was enough to make him lose his grip, and his large sword clattered to the ground. With this, I had neutralized all their fighting power.

"I'll ask you one more time."

I pressed the short dagger to the man's neck and asked.

"Do you still want to fight?"

I looked straight into his eyes. I couldn't tell what he felt about my actions, but his eyes filled with fear, and he began to tremble.

Then, immediately after—

"We lose! Please forgive us!"

He loudly declared his defeat.