**System Notification:**
*Congratulations, my lord. You have successfully eradicated a Mini Monster Gathering Area and slain all the monsters within.*
There had been a total of 100 goblins—hardly a challenge for the army led by heroes. The battle was swift and brutal.
**System Notification:**
*Congratulations, my lord. You have gained 10,000 EXP.*
*You have leveled up.*
*Your soldiers have also leveled up.*
Arthur briefly glanced at his updated stats:
- **Health:** 200 (+20)
- **Strength:** 12 (+4)
- **Agility:** 11 (+4)
- **Mana:** 17 (+4)
- **Intelligence:** 16 (+7) [+10 (Magic Staff)]
Without lingering, Arthur stepped into the cave the goblins had been guarding. He opened his inventory and stared at the black rank treasure chest now resting beside piles of goblin corpses. A grin tugged at his lips—another reward for minimal effort.
Wasting no time, Arthur regrouped with his army and continued to the next target. Within thirty minutes, another mini monster gathering area had fallen. His soldiers moved with ruthless precision, bolstered by the blessings of Lily and George. Again, Arthur collected the corpses and the treasure chest, storing them carefully.
This process continued for the next five hours. One mini monster gathering area after another fell under the might of Arthur's Bronze Army. Now, the entire eastern side of his territory was free of monsters.
**System Notification:**
*Congratulations, my lord. You have eradicated all Mini Monster Gathering Areas in the east.*
*You have gained 8,000 EXP.*
This time, there was no level-up notification—he had already advanced too far. After countless battles and continuous slaughter, Arthur had reached **Black Rank Tier-6**. His current stats were a reflection of his rapid growth:
- **Name:** Arthur
- **Occupation:** Lord
- **Species:** Human
- **Cultivation:** Black Rank Tier-6
- **EXP:** 10,000 / 30,000
- **Health:** 3,000
- **Strength:** 95
- **Agility:** 86
- **Mana:** 150
- **Intelligence:** 120
One particular highlight of his advancement was the evolution of one of his signature skills:
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**Skill Book: Berserk**
- **Rank:** Silver (Growable)
- **Tier:** 2 (Can Grow)
- **Potential:** Very High
**Description:**
Upon activation, the user enters a berserk state for 10 minutes. While under its effects, rational thinking diminishes, and pure bloodlust dominates. A high intelligence stat can help the user retain some control.
**Effects:**
1. Increases strength by **5 times**.
2. The more you kill during this state, the more your strength grows—up to a **maximum of 5x additional strength**.
3. Enemies who see the user in this state are inflicted with **30 seconds of fear-induced paralysis**. *(Duration varies based on relative strength.)*
4. **[Locked]**
5. **[Locked]**
6. **[Locked]**
7. **[Locked]**
**Aftereffects:**
The user experiences a weakened state for 1 minute after the skill ends.
**Cooldown:** 30 minutes
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Arthur's eyes gleamed when he noticed the third effect. *A thirty-second paralysis? That's more than enough time to slay even a powerful foe.*
He opened his inventory to assess the gains from the campaign. A total of **twelve Black Rank treasure chests** gleamed within, waiting to be unlocked. And alongside them were **1,500 monster corpses**, each one a resource waiting to be harvested. The sheer quantity of loot made his heart race with anticipation.
*"Maybe it's my Legendary Talent…"* Arthur mused, laughter escaping his lips. *"No matter how dangerous the mission sounds, it always ends smoothly. I truly am blessed."*
Still chuckling, he turned to his commanders.
"George, Lily, Richard," Arthur called out, his voice steady and clear. "Let's return to the territory and allow the soldiers some well-earned rest. In one hour, we march again—this time to purge the southern region."
"Yes, my lord!" they answered in unison, their expressions filled with pride and determination.
Arthur raised a hand and gave a firm command. "Lead the army back. Make sure our path remains secure."
With the army in high spirits and their morale untouched by fatigue, they began their march back to the territory—victorious, unscathed, and stronger than ever.