“Where am I, and what is this place,” Caster questioned as he rose from the ground, dusting his clothes.Caster looked at the vast land before him, he could see some buildings far ahead that were made of bricks and some large place up ahead of him.He felt maybe the palace was where the city rulers dwelt. This place was looking like a city out of a classical game. 'Am I in Persia?’ Caster thought as he continued walking and paying attention to the new location he had found himself in.The houses around here were wooden structures and a few of them were decked with muddy blocks and the finer ones were built with rocks.Caster kept his pace as he moved further, this place wasn't that big. When comparing where he had just come from, it was like comparing a farm to a forest.This place was more of a small city. A large wall was surrounding the city and the buildings were closely knitted one to the other. The city was built in such a manner to protect it from the invasion of demons.Thes

Many small, red, demon-like creatures were shouting at each other. One held a large piece of meat resembling the leg of an ox. They eyed each other warily before a larger monster appeared, roaring and revealing sharp, black teeth.Before the monster could feast, a peculiar whizzing sound sliced through the air. A glowing blue arrow shot out from the trees, embedding itself in the larger monster's neck and piercing through to the other side. The blue arrow vanished immediately. The monster gurgled in confusion, flailing its arms as it bled out, soon collapsing and dying. Chaos erupted among the smaller demons as they panicked, not understanding why their leader had perished so suddenly.Caster, hidden atop a tree seventy miles away, chanted a new spell while pointing at the next demon."Espectra tu druiel appear Mana Arrow!"A longer blue arrow materialized, flying towards the demon gathering. Caster had discovered this location after a meticulous hunt. The next mana arrow struck an

Caster waited for the next day before he stepped out. Although he had slayed many monsters and demons, he didn’t get much of a reward at that. His armor was even getting cut to a hit. And his sword was broken. He didn’t want to use the Nether Iron as a weapon to avoid getting noticed again.As he was angry, Caster moved towards the signpost, his eyes glancing through for any search party or mission to complete so he could make some income in this realm.'What’s going on? There’s not even a single Monster notice. Did I get them all? Maybe they ran away deeper into the forest?'Caster was known as the Monster Slayer for a reason; he had cleared out a good number of monster hideouts in the past three months. He mostly used hit-and-run tactics to lure a small group out for slaughter. He used some of the taller trees as coy and also used some dark forests to his advantage. Caster also used the points he had gotten from killing the monsters and demons to level up some of his basic skills

Caster noticed several coins scattered on the table. A quick calculation told him they added up to more than 150, which was more than the value of a large silver coin.He then watched the bartender swiftly pocket the coins, leaving behind three large pitchers filled with a mysterious brew. The table was already cluttered with various half-empty bottles."What’s the holdup, Caster? Start drinking!"Elvis shouted, seizing one of the pitchers and drinking straight from it. Caster, unsure about the contents of the drink, observed as the robust woman took a swig, the liquid spilling down her chin onto the table. Despite spending several weeks with these men, he was still amazed by their drinking habits. They were celebrating his successful trial period and gearing up for a deeper dungeon expedition."Isn’t it inappropriate to bring a minor here?"Caster's eyes narrowed as he looked at the group. Although he possessed the wisdom of someone older, he appeared to be only seventeen. His comp

Caster felt his adventure slowly winding down after nearly half a year. He had reached his level cap. His adventurer party ventured to the third floor of the dungeon but decided to stop there as the demon attacks became more vicious and troublesome. The variety of demons increased, demanding new defensive tactics since their old strategies no longer worked.The toughest demons on that level were the Dragbears—creatures with gorilla-like bodies and boar heads. Caster finally saw Elvis's large magical hammer in action. The hammer's magic activated with mana, causing a small explosion on impact. When timed well, it could instantly kill a Dragbear in one hit or at least incapacitate it. However, the hammer required a lot of mana, which a warrior like Elvis didn't have in abundance.Caster thought that a weapon like that was situational and needed to make every hit count unless someone had enough mana to use it constantly.Sitting in his rented room, Caster was lost in thought. The ca