The Crimson Hells were strong enough to give me trouble even after I had grown stronger through absorbing the Beast King’s mana. They appeared from anywhere on the dungeon floor and did their best to try and assimilate me.

However, I had already learned how to fight against them on the 81st floor. Using the Death Knight’s skill, Breath of Death, I created chaos flames wrapped in death energy. The moment they touched these flames, they became gray, losing their mana and evaporating.

I grumbled, “I hate how they’re so quiet.”

They didn’t make any slimy or watery sounds. They simply popped out of nowhere, assaulting me. What annoyed me the most was that just being in this place sucked mana out of me. Absolute Soul continued to defend and protect my mind, but it couldn’t stop them completely. It was a true hell.

At that moment, Dortu suddenly muttered, [I am Dortu. Reinforcing Master’s equipment.]

“Reinforce?” I asked curiously.

He repeated himself, [I am Dortu. Reinforcing all metals.]

Immediately, Pure Black Desire shone with a faint light. Small symbols appeared on its surface along with tiny bumps. It was the same for Chaotic Spear. The spear became slightly longer, and...