The Rise Of A Porter

"Do you even know how much time and resources it takes to build one of these?" Arnold mindlessly asked the people who were in front of him, after sending the broken automaton back into the void.

Actually, Arnold didn't really cared about the broken automaton much. With his current abilities, the cost of constructing an automaton wasn't very high. He just wanted to buy some time for what he was planning to do.

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"Don't worry about that. You'll be joining your robot soon enough." The guy who had thrown the broken automaton at Arnold, responded and stretched his neck. "No wonder you're able to clear dungeons in your own. How many of those suckers can you control?"

"Not that many to be honest." Arnold shrugged his shoulders. "I thought I made it clear that this dungeon was mine too use, didn't I?"

"So what my guy? Listen, we're not here to instigate an unnecessary rivalry between your master and our guild. So how about you step aside and let us handle this dungeon?" (Author's note: By master he's referring to Nicholas.)

"You think you can handle this dungeon by yourself? What are you, an A ranked warrior with a few others?" Arnold waved his hands around, "Tell you what... I'll step aside and let you do whatever you like with this dungeon if you answer one of my questions."

"Since, we're trying to avoid any bloodshed, I think it'll be alright." The man replied and took his helmet off to face Arnold.

"If that's the case then I won't take much of your time. Did you guys already know that, this was a trans-dimensional dungeon?"

"What do you think?" The guy smirked. "I think I've answered your question. Now get lost."

"Tsk. Why don't you guys just listen to me for once..." Arnold mumbled and quickly used his probe skill on the guy. Just like his other skills, even the probe skill had undergone various changes and now showed more information about his target's than just their attributes and abilities.

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NAME : Samuel Jacobson

AGE: 44

LEVEL : 82

RANK : A

ROLE : Brawler

AFFINITY/ABILITIES :

• Ultra Tough Skin

• Bone Manipulation

• Enhanced Sight

HP : 6000/6000

Mana/Energy : 5430/5690

STRENGTH (STR) : 84

DEFENSE (DEF) : 85

STAMINA (STA) : 79

INTELLIGENCE (INT) : 55

AGILITY (AGI) : 68

ACCURACY (ACC) : 75

EVADE (EVD) : 57

CHARISMA (CHA) : 87

THREAT LEVEL : Low

PERSONALITY: Rogue, Unfaithful, Motivated and Malicious.

JOB: Guild Agent - 49% satisfied.

PHYSICAL/HEALTH: No notable issues.

AFRAID OF: Death, Pain, and Getting lost.

FITNESS LEVEL: 51% - Increasing.

MOTIVATION: A thirst for adventure.

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'Now that's an odd man... he's afraid of death and yet he's walking around in the dungeon like he owns the place.' Arnold thought. 'If he's afraid of death then... let's get rid of it."

"I told you to GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Samuel shouted and threw something that looked like an bone spear at Arnold, who didn't moved an inch from where he was standing and effortlessly grabbed the spear.

"I guess this is your so called 'Bone Manipulation' ability?" Arnold smiled as the spear disintegrated in his hands.

This was the drawback of his 'Cosmic Creationist' class. Any and every type of weapon that he touched would be turned into dust. This was to ensure that he wouldn't be able to use a weapon until and unless it was either made by him or bought from the system's shop. Although, in first glance it may seem like this 'drawback' was a pain in the butt, but actually this was a hidden bonus for Arnold, because this way all he had to do was to touch the weapons of his enemies and their combat efficiency was drastically reduced.

He had often used this strategy to slay numerous monsters inside the dungeons. The only ones who were immune to this effect were brawler and tank type monsters and human, as they utilised their physical abilities to fight an enemy.

The expression on Samuel's face changed in an instant when the spear made of his bones got turned into dust right in front of his eyes. His teammates probably had a similar reaction, no couldn't be sure of it as they were still wearing their helmets.

"Hm... the spear was made up from your bones right? I wonder what will happen when I touch you..." Arnold said as he brushed the bone dust off himself. "Thanks for the chitchat, I was starting to get bored by all the hunting and so were they..."

"Friend? You think your summons could actually-" One of the other warriors started speaking but he froze when suddenly the ground started vibrating. All of his teammates simultaneously turned around and saw the swarm of monsters that were racing towards them.

Arnold's plan had worked. Each and every monster residing in the forest was headed towards him and his summons. Arnold was pretty confident that his army of summons could easily handle these many monsters, but it wasn't the case for the ones who had invaded this dungeon after him.

There was no doubt that the six of them were strong enough to handle the dungeon on their own, but they could only do that if they had lots of time and the monsters were scattered all over the dungeon, but due to Arnold's plan, it wasn't possible anymore. As much as they hated it, they didn't have any other choice than to beg for Arnold's help.

"P-Please... help us! We won't be able to survive if you don't!" Samuel threw himself on his knees and begged for Arnold's help.

Samuel looked into Arnold's emotionless eyes, hoping that he'd help them but instead Arnold turned his back on them and used his earth elemental abilities to make another platform which was only big enough for one man to occupy. But Samuel wasn't ready to die in a dungeon and grabbed the edge of the platform as it slowly rose up into the air. Samuel's teammates also tried doing the same but were unsuccessful.

"CAPTAIN! HELP ME!" One of them shrieked and grabbed Samuel's left leg which almost made him lose his grip on the platform.

"LET GO OF ME YOU FOOL! YOU'LL MAKE ME FALL AS WELL!" Samuel shouted back in a panic and started kicking the face of the person hanging on to his leg.

The man couldn't take it anymore, lost his grip and fell down to be stomped to death by the monsters, just like his teammates.

"I survived... I survived..." Samuel was smiling glad that he was alive, even after seeing all of his teammates die in such a terrible manner. He finally looked up and his gaze met Arnold's, who was looking at him with the same emotionless eyes. "Please help... me get up..."

To his surprise, Arnold actually offered him a hand and started pulling him up, but stopped all of sudden.

"W-What are you d-doing?" Samuel stuttered, "Why d-did you s-stop?"

"I didn't stop your dang arm just fell off." Arnold replied.

"W-What do you mean!?" Samuel looked at the hand that Arnold had grabbed... it disintegrated just like the spear. He was so intoxicated with adrenaline that he hadn't even noticed that his arm was missing.

"Don't resent me... it's your fault." Arnold smiled and watched Samuel getting crushed by the monsters, just like his teammates. "What are you all slacking off for? Start killing those disgusting monsters already!"

With that, another battle began between Arnold's summons and the monsters of the forest.