Reincarnated Hero System

Dungeon City Merdin

Great Western Empire

April 12th

Year 1051

On the last floor of the 'Graveyard of The Arrogant', a brown-haired man with slit eyes kicked the corpse of the troll general at his feet before heaving a sigh in exasperation.

He had a slightly pointed nose that somehow matched with his oval face, with a small stubble on his chin that he stroked before sheathing his bloodstained sword.

Turning behind him, he locked eyes with the existence seated on a large throne of bones.

'Trolls are undoubtedly ugly creatures.'

Those were his thoughts as he stared at the giant troll that was staring back at him.

It was a hairy, apelike humanoid monster with black fur and a face that was quite hideous to look upon. It was a creature possessing a long nose and long ears with a pair of wide and bulging eyes with a snout that was thick and fleshy.

The duo stared at each other in silence for a few minutes before the silence was broken. Surprisingly, it was by the troll.

"Why?"

It was a hoarse voice that would be discomforting to hear, but it was a voice nonetheless, the voice of a monster.

"Your very existence is something that prevents me from achieving my goals, as such I have to eliminate you.

No hard feelings, Troll Emperor."

The man replied to the Troll emperor without a hint of surprise, after all, he had expected that a monster on its level would have developed the ability to speak the human tongue.

If Evan was here, he would definitely recognize the Troll emperor who this unknown man was conversing with.

It was the final BOSS monster of the 'Graveyard of The Arrogant'.

Troll Emperor Yetu!

|Name- Yetu

Race- War Troll

Level- 512

Titles- Troll Emperor

Class – Troll Grandmaster

Health – S-

Energy – A-

Strength – SS-

Agility – A

Durability – A

Intelligence- B+

Condition- Normal, Ruminating.

Magic Tiers- Earth Tier 3, Wind, Tier 3.

Skills- Titan Punch, Size control, Fatal Edge.

Unique Skills- Whirlwind. |

Unlike what Evan would have guessed, a great many adventurers had succeeded in reaching the last floor of the 'Graveyard of the Arrogant' over the past few centuries.

It was precisely because of these people that the Troll emperor managed to accumulate a certain level of fighting experience despite being born inside the dungeon and not being able to leave.

Nevertheless, the fact that it was level 512 and not 500 like it was in the game could only mean one thing.

Not a single being who met the troll emperor had lived to tell the tale.

The troll emperor sighed as it rose from its throne. Picking up the giant great sword on beside its throne, it spoke to the brown-haired man.

"I know not how many days have passed since the last challenger came here, he was powerful, enough to put me on the brink of death multiple times.

Sadly, he wasn't enough.

He was not strong enough to put me down.

In the end, he left this sword to me, and I have longed for the day I would be able to use it to battle another worthy opponent."

**RUMBLE!!

The troll began walking towards the man while dragging the great sword on the ground. The ground trembled with each step its enormous 6-meter-tall body took.

In response to this, the brown-haired man smiled as he began walking toward the troll emperor.

When there was but a meter's distance between them, they both stopped and looked each other in the eye once more.

"Emperor of the Troll Race, Troll Emperor Yetu."

"Executive of the Demonic Hand, Sixth Finger Seith."

**WHOOSH!!!

**SHCRINGG!!

***BOOOOMMMMM!!!!

The brown-haired man, Seith, unsheathed his longsword faster than the eye could follow and raised it to block the great sword that threatened to cleave him in half, courtesy of the troll emperor Yetu.

"Martial Art: Fatal Edge."

Troll Emperor Yetu did not hesitate to unleash a skill the moment he realized his attack had been blocked by Seith.

The great sword in Yetu's hands glowed with an eerie brown light as he swung it down towards Seith who grinned and twisted his sword to block.

"Slippery Sword."

At their level of strength, it was not necessary to call out the name of the skill they were using, after all, they had reached a level of proficiency where such a thing was unnecessary.

Even so, they still did.

And the end result was nothing short of devastating.

***BBOOOOOMMMM!!!

The entire boss room shook as the two blades collided, releasing shockwaves that passed through the walls of the dungeon and making those on the upper floors lose their footing.

That was just how powerful their attacks were.

Even after releasing such powerful skills, the duo did not let up and continued clashing blades with each other.

Naturally, it was impossible for a human-like Seith to keep up with the strength of a troll emperor like Yetu even though they were in the same level range.

The moment Yetu took a moment to catch his breath, Seith Kicked off the giant great sword and took distance from the troll.

"The distance…is to my advantage."

Yetu activated his size control and enlarged his already huge body even further, becoming a whooping 15 meters tall as he simultaneously activated another skill.

In the game, Aidos online, this skill was the bane of all players who challenged the troll emperor, even the world's best, Evan.

"Whirlwind."

Yetu called out in a small voice as he took a rough stance and pulled his sword back. The flow of wind in the boss room changed, creating a vortex that surrounded and attracted almost everything in the area.

Even the corpses of the troll kings and generals that Seith had murdered right before moving to battle Yetu.

The giant troll corpses were drawn to Yetu's sword, some of them knocking into Seith in the process and making him lose his footing, albeit temporarily.

"Try not to die."

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