Legendary Shelter Survival Guide

As he delved deep into his heart, Lucas allowed some of the darkness within to seep out. The chaos he felt now was far greater than anything he had experienced during his last time in the Plains of Amaeron.

"Focus, Lucas. You can do this."

He kept running until he spotted a pack of silhouettes in a clearing. Baring his fangs, he surged forward with even greater speed. The figures in the distance became clearer as he closed in on them.

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Mutated Troll

Level 26

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Lucas ignored the system's message and instead focused on the chaos energy swirling inside him. He unleashed it, letting it flood every part of his body, and soon he began to feel an intense itching sensation.

The five trolls, alerted by the sheer noise Lucas was making, turned in his direction. They weren't particularly perceptive—it was just that Lucas was impossibly loud.

Just as he was about to reach them, Lucas abruptly stopped.

"Can you understand me?" he asked, his eyes flashing with menace.

The trolls exchanged uneasy glances, visibly trembling under his gaze.

"Speak within five seconds, or I'll kill every one of you," Lucas threatened, increasing the intensity of his bloodlust.

The trolls' legs wobbled, and it seemed like they might collapse at any moment. Despite their massive size—each one easily three times the size of Lucas—something in the air told them that the human before them was not to be underestimated.

ROARRRR!!!

One of the trolls finally broke free from its fear and roared with all its might.

"I'm sorry about this," Lucas said with a wicked grin.

He closed his eyes for a brief second, and a pitch-black aura began to emanate from him. It started at his neck and quickly enveloped his body like a cloak.

Lucas raised his hands, watching as the dark fog coalesced at his fingertips, forming long, sharp claws about three inches long. A shiver of excitement ran through him, almost as if he relished the sensation.

BOOM

The ground shattered as Lucas launched himself forward, his body so low it seemed his knees might touch his chest as he ran.

The trolls roared in response, gripping their clubs—each one the size of a small tree—as they prepared to defend themselves.

One of the closest trolls swung its club at Lucas, aiming directly for his neck.

"You're good!" Lucas shouted, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

THRACK!

But before the club could connect, Lucas's hands reached out and tore it apart on contact. The troll, realizing its weapon was destroyed, tried to back away.

"LET'S GOO!!" Lucas roared, swiping his claws through the air.

In an instant, the troll's legs were severed, and as its upper body began to collapse, Lucas made an upward slash, splitting its head cleanly in two before it even hit the ground.

Before the troll's body could fall, Lucas's eyes locked onto the next troll, whose life flashed before its eyes. It was unfortunate for them that they had crossed paths with Lucas when he was at his lowest, desperate to vent his rage.

One after another, the trolls fell. The darkness surrounding Lucas began to fade, but a lingering shadow of it remained.

Once the last of the trolls was dead, Lucas surveyed the bodies strewn around him, each one massive.

'If only I had my ring here…' he thought, frustrated by the missed opportunity.

Lucas accessed the territory's status and was shocked by what he saw. High-level monsters now infested the area, and it was clear they had established territories around him.

'I've got a lot to do, but first, I need to see the overseer.'

He had questions only the overseer could answer. Lucas quickly opened his call logs, a smile tugging at his lips when he saw his family's numbers listed. They were all still there, and he was pleased to see his father's high level.

'If only I could hide my level from everyone, there would be less explaining to do.'

Most of his group's levels hovered around 15, but his father's was a formidable 45—a number Lucas found difficult to comprehend, even with his own level at 32. He knew how powerful he was, capable of defeating enemies far above his level, but his father's prowess was something he couldn't fully grasp until they met again.

As he scanned through the names, Lucas noticed only a few individuals had surpassed level 30.

But he knew that in this world, fighting and the abilities related to it were not the only important thing.

Non-fighting abilities like Lucas's crafting, Ella's and Sandra's healing, and Phil's farming. They were not able to attack but were sometimes even more important than the skills related to fighting.

While Ella's level was low, her exceptional healing skills could earn her the title of a noble in the Quest realm Lucas was at. Such was the power of unique abilities.

'Ah, that explains why Bill was so shocked… Damn,' Lucas thought, cringing at the realization that he hadn't figured it out sooner.

'He can see other people's status. If he saw mine… that means I've got a lot of explaining to do when I get back.'

But before dealing with that, Lucas clicked on the contact he trusted most in the shelter, following the instinct of his heart.

-"Lucas, are you okay now?"-

"Yes, Uncle John. I've vented some of the chaos, but it'll be a while before I can return. In the meantime, put Haley and the best fighters on alert for the areas I've marked. They need to move fast—these corpses could attract even stronger monsters."

Lucas marked his current location on the map as he spoke.

-"Wait… did you encounter trolls?"-

"Yes, and they're the ones I need you to get back to the shelter quickly." Find adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

-"… Alright. Thanks to you, we can safely move non-fighters into that area. It's been blocked off for a while now."-

"Blocked?" Lucas frowned, puzzled by the situation.

-"There have been many new species appearing around the territory, but trolls are among the worst. They're nearly impossible to kill, and our weapons can't pierce their hides. It's a different story with the mutated ones."-

"Uncle John, I'll talk to you more about this later. For now, just send Haley and someone else quickly,"

-"Roger… and Lucas, I can see your level here. We need to have a serious talk when you're available."-

"I'll be back sooner than you think. Just keep an eye on the map—I'll be marking more spots. Also, don't tell my family I'm back yet. I'll speak with them when I'm ready."

-"Better be quick, young man. They call every morning, especially your father."-

"Really? That's out of character for him."

With that, Lucas ended the call and took off running toward the only dungeon in the territory.