HP: A Sociopath Gamer In Magic World [ Chapter 25: Mini boss prize! ] (Patreon)

Hearing moaning, I noticed a horde of undead trying to surround me.

"Oh good, targets for my frustration, maybe if I kill enough another wizard variant will appear."

Putting away my sword and wand for now, I decided to work on my hand to hand combat.

I shot into the mob of zombies, planting a knee into the chest of the nearest one. I felt as if a bone broke under my attack and it was sent flying backwards knocking down its comrades.

One of them lunged at me, arms outstretched.

I bent down slightly and stepped into its reach, then grabbed one of the arms and executed an over the shoulder throw. Before it could get back up, I stomped on its head, crushing its skull with.

It disappeared in a wisp of smoke.

The others didn't look bothered by the fact that one of its own had just been slain as they attacked all at once.

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Climbing up the stairs to the dungeon's exit, I ripped off what little remained of my shirt and used it to wipe my face clean. The rapier hanging limply in my hand was broken at the hilt.

"Okay, that could have gone better."

Everything had been going great, as the normal zombies were easy to deal with, the problems however started when the undead wizard finally showed up.

Unlike its previous counterpart who favored cutting curses, this new one enjoyed explosion.

A lot.

Almost the entire dungeon was filled with craters where houses used to be.

At one point it had even managed to blow away my arm all the way up to the elbow. I had then gotten the status effect [Crippled] when it didn't grow back.

Thankfully it regenerated immediately after I downed a health potion, otherwise the trip back to the Ravenclaw Tower would be filled with awkward gawking.

After running for 10 minutes I was finally able to launch a counter strike, killing it with a mana bolt.

What I failed to account for however was that during the fight, a lot of the normal zombies had gotten obliterated in the crossfire. Enough in fact to generate another wizard.

This new one was especially tricky as it would fly in the air, while throwing elemental attacks.

At that point I had no choice but to escape as the entire dungeon was on fire, though it would reset itself after a few days.

"Well, at least now I know the potions work, and I managed to make quite a hefty sum even if most of it was left behind."

Using a cleaning spell, I got rid of all the dirt, smoke, and blood clinging to my body, then used the inventory to switch into my student robes. Lastly, I combed my hair back, looking as if I didn't just walk out of a hellish battle field.

"This dungeon is becoming a real pain to conquer. Those wizards also don't look to be the boss either. Perhaps it is time for me to go to another dungeon."

I finally pulled up my stats sheet and noticed that I had leveled up by a lot.

[Charles Bell

Class: The Gamer

Level: LV 19 Next Level: 0.12%

HP: 54/280

MP: 20/350

STR: 21

DEX: 21

VIT: 23

INT: 30

WIS: 52

LUK: 15

Points: 35

Money: 3,234 G/ 8 S/ 2 K

Inventory: 120/250]

However, what really interested me was the prizes that I had gotten from the second mini-boss. I got a few more health potions and some type of parchment.

[Blueprint: Enchanted Artifact Facility (Piece A)-Rank: Rare

Description: N/A]

It had a picture of a machine that looked like convers belt and oven mixed together. From the title it was easy to guess that it made enchanted artifacts and to build it, I would need to collect all the pieces first.

I was reminded of those crafting games that I used to play on my phone back in my past life.

I had been under the assumption that this power worked like a standard RPG, but if this blueprint meant what I thought it meant, then that would open a whole new world of possibilities.

Plans were already starting to sprout in my mind. I would need to find the rest of these pieces as soon as possible.

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Daphne POV :-

Walking out into the courtyard the Slytherin Princess scanned the area for her target.

She found him only a couple feet away, laying underneath the shade of a tree with a book in his hand and a peaceful smile. He was waving his wand in a lazy fashion toward a group of four large dandelions that were swaying from side to side as if they were dancing.

She could also spot some other student of varying ages lingering near him.

As she neared closer, she began to hear the sound of music.

I say "High", you say "Low".

You say "Why?" And I say "I don't know".

Oh no.

You say "Goodbye" and I say "Hello, hello, hello".

I don't know why you say "Goodbye", I say "Hello, hello, hello".

…

It took her a second to realize that the sound was coming from the flowers.

'Dancing dandelions, original,' she thought with a roll of her eyes as she nudged his foot to get his attention.

The music stopped suddenly as he glanced up at her.

The widen of his smile didn't make her chest feel tighter, she told herself.

"Well this is a surprise, what can I do for you Princess?"

She rather liked the way the word 'Princess' rolled off his tongue.

Looking at those still lingering nearby she cleared her thoughts, "Ahem."

Seeing that there wasn't going to be any more music, they scattered, with some of them walking away humming the song.

"You too guys, take five," Charles said to the flowers, then turned his gaze at the stoic blonde, "What do you think? I call them the 'Dandelions'."