Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs-Chapter 135: Ch: Bloody Hell

With the last of his strength, Daniel pulled out several resistance potions and chugged them down as if his life depended on it.

Because it did.

The more he drank, the more the bleeding slowed, until it finally stopped after he had downed ten resistance potions in quick succession.

*Glug-Glug-Glug*

"Mwaah... haah... haah..." Daniel gasped for air as he stood motionless, his face turning serious.

At the same time, Kalhan turned, sensing that Daniel’s heartbeat was returning to normal.

"You’re still alive, huh?" he said, turning his face toward Daniel.

*Glug-Glug*

Daniel swallowed a healing potion at last and met his gaze. "Prepare yourself."

*Whoosh*

Kalhan immediately sprinted toward him and swung his sword, aiming straight for Daniel’s head. Reading his movements and attack pattern, Daniel dodged before the blade could reach him and launched a counterattack.

*Slash!*

Daniel chopped off his left leg in a clean motion and quickly created some distance between them. Kalhan fell to the ground, thrown off balance by the loss of his leg.

But to Daniel’s shock, the severed limb began to regrow, forming another leg as if Kalhan possessed some kind of self-regeneration.

"Hmm... There’s no way I can defeat him with my axe," Daniel thought as he sprinted forward. "I would need... his—"

*TANG!-TANG!-TANG!*

Both exchanged blows, the sound of their weapons clashing echoing around them. Daniel unleashed a barrage of attacks again and again. Meanwhile, Kalhan responded with his Sakura Dance, meeting every strike fiercely.

*CLANG*

Kalhan sheathed his sword, activating its blood-loss effect after dealing a series of minor cuts across Daniel’s body. Just then, Daniel swung his axe in a vertical strike that nearly chopped off Kalhan’s right wrist.

Kalhan panicked for a second and quickly stepped back, creating distance between them.

’What? I’m pretty sure I cut him more than twenty times,’ Kalhan thought in disbelief.

But Daniel didn’t give him a chance to even catch his breath. He charged like a bull and his intention were clear — to take the sword by force.

He tried to dodge and block the incoming strikes, but Daniel was overwhelming him. His posture began to crumble as he failed to withstand the axe’s relentless blows.

Kalhan saw a small window of opportunity and kicked Daniel in the stomach, sending him crashing to the ground.

Seizing the moment, Kalhan leapt into the air for a final thrust, aiming straight for Daniel’s heart to end the battle.

But that was exactly what Daniel had been waiting for.

"Stepback," he whispered.

*Chak*

To Kalhan’s shock, his sword plunged deep into the ground as he crashed down. In the next instant, Daniel appeared behind him and cleaved off his right arm, then kicked him away, sending him rolling across the ground.

...

"Impossible!" Kalhan shouted as he rose to his feet and faced Daniel. Though his right arm had recovered, he no longer held his sword or its sheath.

Daniel, on the other hand, now held the sword, feeling the power within it as it seemed to demand blood. With the sheath in his left hand and the sword in his right, he charged forward.

*SLASH!-SLASH!-SLASH!*

Kalhan fought with his bare hands in his final moments, yet Daniel showed no mercy. He unleashed countless slashes, tearing Kalhan’s body apart again and again, yet the severed limbs regenerated quickly.

Realizing this, Daniel began cutting off his arms and legs over and over, like a lizard’s tail trying to regenerate after being severed, leaving Kalhan unable to move. He continued slashing relentlessly until his own arms began to ache.

...

Daniel watched the mess he had created, blood pooled across the ground, with intestines and severed body parts scattered everywhere as they slowly began to reattach themselves.

"Any last wish?" Daniel asked coldly.

As Kalhan’s severed head regenerated, he replied, "You... have no honor..."

"As if you ever fought with honor," Daniel said.

*CLANG*

"Ugh... agh..."

Kalhan’s body burst into pieces and scattered in all directions. With that, Daniel finally defeated Kalhan and acquired the sword: Bloody Hell.

Immediately, a white gate materialized in front of him, red mist swirling within it.

It was the exit.

Without wasting time, he stepped through and took a deep breath before exhaling.

*SIGH~*

"Finally," he groaned, glancing at the sword in his right hand.

He pulled out his compass from the pouch and turned toward the west, where the final boss awaited, before taking out the map.

Before taking another step, he began counting his potions.

In total, he had ten resistance potions, twelve healing potions, and sixteen mana potions left.

Without thinking much, he headed toward the west.

...

After crossing half the land and brutally killing animals along the way, he eventually stumbled upon a merchant named Varhem.

Daniel bought a new set of leather armor and refilled his healing and mana potions.

"What kind of special items you sell?" Daniel asked with a neutral expression.

The merchant replied calmly, "I sell intel about the boss."

"What? An intel?"

The merchant nodded and said straightforwardly, "It will cost five hundred Xewels."

Daniel froze in place and glared at Varhem. The merchant had intentionally doubled the price, likely trying to scam him — either by negotiating or pretending to offer a discount.

But Daniel simply turned and walked toward the forest, ready for the hunt.

Varhem was left completely speechless.

...

*THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD*

Daniel dropped the severed heads of the wild animals, all tied together with vines. The merchant’s eyes widened at the sheer number.

"Is this enough?" Daniel asked, his tone calm and steady.

"E-enough? Y-yes, yes," Varhem stammered, immediately handing him a parchment.

The moment Daniel touched the blank parchment, glowing letters began to fade into existence.

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( Parchment )

It’s huge like mountains, wild like a turbulent river. It’s like a monkey, but with no tail to deliver. It senses outsiders, and shows them its hate. For they disturb its rest, sealing their fate.

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"A riddle, huh? Must be some kind of giant," Daniel whispered under his breath.

He asked the merchant for more intel, but this was all he had. Without another word, Daniel left and headed straight toward the west.

...

Following the map, he arrived at the ruined castle. It was massive, yet half-destroyed, as if a colossal earthquake had crushed it. Before him stood a broken gate, twisted and bent like tin foil.

From inside came a pungent mix of burning charcoal and earthy smells that hit him sharply.

"Is that... skeletons?" Daniel murmured, his eyes sweeping over the area. "Status."

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Name: Undead walkers

HP: 1000/1000

Mana: 350/350

Description: A royal skeleton who once served as a guard of this kingdom. Bound by an unbreakable oath, they eternally protect the entrance against all intruders.

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*Slash!-Slash-Slash!*

Daniel moved without hesitation, going on a rampage against every guard with ease. His sword sliced through their bones like butter.

For him it was like a warmup before he fought the real fight. As he cleared through his path, he reached the center of the castle. From high above, four giant skeletons dropped on the ground holding a mace with spikes on the edges, sharp and deadly.

...

Twenty minutes passed, and the courtyard was now a graveyard. A mound of white bones forming at the center. The silence was deafening, broken only by a deep, rumbling snore from somewhere within the castle.

"Hm... where is that sound coming from?" Daniel wondered, his eyes scanning the six gates, each half-covered in black stone.

But one thing was clear: the boss was dangerously close.

After searching all the gates, Daniel’s eyes settled on the northern gate. Behind it, a massive figure loomed.

"What the—" he muttered, scanning his surroundings.

The space resembled a circular jail cell, with the beast sleeping at its center. Its body was huge like a big foot — but for this universe, it was called a huge foot.

"Status," Daniel whispered under his breath.

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Name: Ogreyti

HP: 90000/90000

Mana: 40000/40000

Description: A loyal servant of the kingdom, who sold his soul to gain the power to bring justice, but was later experimented on by the corrupt rulers, transforming him into a beast that slaughtered countless humans and wiped out the kingdom in a single day.

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"It’s literally ten times my size, but..." he whispered. Then he lifted the sword and unsheathed it. "I can feel this sword wanting to taste the blood of that beast."

Daniel stepped forward, his face cold, gripping the sword tightly in his right hand, his eyes locked on the beast’s face.

Its teeth were like a hydraulic press—once it closed its jaws, anything in them would be crushed without mercy.

"Having a body this huge is its weakness. I have to make sure to deal as much damage as possible," he muttered, his tone cold and calculated.

Daniel lunged at its massive feet, driving the sword deep into its leg with all his might.

*ROAR!!*

The beast screamed, thrashing its arms and legs wildly before rolling into the wall.

Blood trailed east across the ground. The ground shook as it rose to its feet, towering over the battlefield. Deep red eyes locked on Daniel like a predator stalking prey.