Is It Wrong For A Gamer To Be In The Dungeon? Familia Myth Of Zetta

Lets turn back in time for a bit. . .

P.O.V of Zetta

I don't know what happen of how the hell that dragon saw through that snipe that he jerked his head to the side. Well, I atleast fortunate enough to destroy one of its horn though.

And I sure am to check my sniper rifle again and the silencer is still attached, so why? Instinct maybe? Still. . .there's somewhere within me, thanking the dragon didn't die from that attack.

Atleast I know why.

As a gamer who doesn't want senseless raid, its not entertaining at all. Alright Zetta, get a grip, this isn't a game anymore, you already know that. . .But still, the blood boils within me as lips curved a little from euphoria. . .

But letting that useless thought aside, because talking to oneself is not normal, I used all my maneuverability skills to cover our distance and in mid-way; equipping my Gauntlet thats sitting inside my inventory, my hand now has a golden metal equipped, the <Golden Lion Gauntlet>.

The same Item I used to nail the Red Goliath from its knee during my last raid . . .

BAM BAM BAM——!

I kicked off the ground and after shortening our distance, I leaped up with <Eagle Stomp> and <Air walk> successively for who knows how many times by now but surprised with the dragon's sudden animation. . . its. . .about to unleashe is breath!

This bastard is indeed a mythical creature and I cannot argue with that; If that is the case then. This battle is very hard for sure.

Kuwaaahhh——!

After then, unleashing its full blown breathe throughly towards me but I used <Vanishing Drift>, teleporting out of its area

I'm glad knew how that skill works because breath is common attack from dragons by inhaling deeply before unleashing. Good thing the how to train your dragon 101 is deeply engrave inside my head thanks from fantasy movies I watched since when. . .

KANG——!

during its attack, I smack its head harder with gritted teeth; clenching my fist with all my might and shout out loud 'SMASH!' and with--

——BOOM!

As if releasing nuke below, dusts covers the horizon and reaches above me even though I'm almost touching the cloud.

Terrain changed its shape; trees? rocks? none of them could be seen standing near our distance anymore, other than this deserted area

After then, I descent and mock its brittleness, yup, this dragon is a fragile compare to that Goliath. . .but before me knowing, it already changed to its human form.

Of course I knew for sure this thing is not your normal monster. Theres no legendary monster exists without an intelligent and thats the fact that cannot be overwritten. So I'm sure even Leviathan and Behemoth, defeated by Zeus Familia is an intelligent beings. . .

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Name: Imoogi

Level: ☠☠☠☠

Alias: One who afraid of Strong; Skill Taker

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Appraising, I was surprised. . .

Wow! For the legendary monster with such an alias, really. How the hell it become legendary monster? 'afraid of strong'?

Sure is, according to a story depict from Old man's book, it says: 'the Dragon, after losing one of its eye, retreated without turning back'

Is that it?

What is an alias then? the Antares as God Eater; the Red Goliath as God Slayer; the Jaggernaut as a Destroyer.

At first I don't get what it meant. But this alias alone is what describes monsters as a whole, like an instinct. And also how strong or weak they are. But this dragon is a wuss figure! And only 4 skull difficulty? Is what I wanted to say

Because at the same time thinking so, another word frightened me. 'Skill Taker'

If what's on my mind is correct, adding its endless battle since its birth, then this one is the strongest beeing I've ever seen and fought so far, maybe the strongest monster alive. . .forget its level of difficulty and battle instinct because I too levelled up and not like a person from yesterday, so the system calculated its difficulty fairly and reliably

So I say, its very very difficult this time doubling the 'very' at that.

Imagining the skills it snatched from its adversary and acc.u.mulates them until today; is what anxiety fills me. . .

But I can't let myself be defeated here, slump down my shoulder just because of this, right? I've been intimidated by a mere status? Hah! Dream on. My blood instead boils from this event that unfolds within. The battle junky me. Is resurfaced yet again.

Atleast, I have to trust the system. This one is not that hella strong!

With that thought, I mocked him and call him an 'Imoogi' to know his reaction.

—legend says, that an Imoogi is a pseudo-dragon with the body of a python that wanted to obtain Dragonhood after hundreds of years or by eating cintamanni, but alas, his and the real dragon's prowess is like heaven and earth. Though its not written from 'that book' that it was a serpent-like creature, theres a certain country who immortalize this story from my past word. and their name is the same. . .'Imoogi'

But for some reason, I unconsciously touches his reverse scale as notification is popping up like a wildfire, this made me uneasy and subconsciously swore at the same time. For this event to escalate too quickly. . .I'd slack too much and didn't think this one curses at me!

"You ask for it!" With that voice, he snear

And not long after our exchange, I realize, I should get rid of this cursed so equipping «Spear of Longinus» and activates <Holy Covenant> skill within, all is but naught! Shit! Again I subconsciously swear

Even equipping my «Scarf of Raava» with <Curse Nullification> is all nothing but useless!

This stupid snake! Not only he destroys my shield, he cursed me too!

"Ha ha! Die, f.u.c.ker!" The same time, it happily charged towards me like a madman

. . .

. .

.

I don't know for how long but looks like I succ.u.mb into darkness as my vision is blurry in red.

The snake, I really wanna kill it. . .during then, time slowed down as I charged. . .but my body is heavy. So heavy that it feels like, someone dugged my very feet, 6 feet under.

[Fool, you cannot beat him as you are right now]

"Huh?!"

I heard a similar voice. That voice is mine but this tone has an arrogant one. . .

[I'll lend you my hand, then]

"!?"

Someone's silhouette then pushes me towards these seemingly endless dark space that, no matter how I balance my body, I cannot even stand, no foot stall, no ground, no pillar, no other colors other than this shaded dark space. Gravity is nonexistence as I don't know what was happening anymore. . .

Krrk---

Like a nagative, memory from my past life, from my past world ---continuously flooding within---