What kind of monster has the Department put as my Host?!
"HAHAHAHA, RUN, RUN. What is hunting without a little chase? HAHAHA"
In front of me, I was seeing the insane bastard chasing down two Orcs, each of level twenty. They were the mid-bosses of this Dungeon. This crazy bastard had wiped half the map. He was making progress in such a speed, I couldn't wrap my head around it. I suspected if we might have gotten the wrong dude. What I believed would probably take three trips, he was about to complete in one attempt. It all began when he asked me a question about the Dungeon.
"Does this Dungeon have auto-regeneration by any chance?"
"Yes, if you were not in the attack range of any monster."
"Even if it were like losing my arms?"
"? Yes? Why are you asking that?"
It was like he had become a whole other person after that revelation. The first thing he did after that was fist-fight the nearby smaller slimes. After the fight, his skin had begun peeling from the acid attack of the slimes. Though he was screaming in pain, he started smiling through the pain in an effort to counter it.
He took down one of the Orcs, screaming in excitement,
"HAHAHAHA, That's all you got? HAHAHA"
Insane. Crazy. Beyond sense. He had completely turned into a battle junkie. No, it seems he has always been one, just never had the opportunity to showcase. But that was not all. He ate any and every monster meat and plant that was growing here. Useful or not. He searched for poisonous types, specifically. When asked why he was subjecting himself to poison, he replied,
"It is the fastest way to develop Poison Resistance after all."
It was, but no normal person would do that. If that wasn't enough, he deliberately had each of his limbs cut off, multiple times, to get 'Pain Resistance'. As a result of that, he was fighting with only his fists, refusing to use anything from the loot he acquired. He was literally rawdogging the whole attempt. At this point, nearly all his body parts had been rebuilt at least once.
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I jumped onto the neck of the second Orc. It tried to throw me off by shaking and getting a hold of me with its hand. But before it could catch me, I jumped off it after breaking its horn.
"Ggraaaaaa"
It screamed in pain. And began blindly thrashing around, only to end up slipping and falling on the ground. Getting between its arms, I moved closer to its face with its horn still in my hand.
The last thing it saw was my smile as I plunged its own horn into its skull, slashing across its eyes. I quickly moved away as it began even more violent from being blinded. The horn was very sturdy. I liked it.
I stepped away to regenerate my few broken bones and then returned. The orc was still flailing in its pain. But it was clearly exhausted from all the exertion.
I got behind and used the horn to complete the job. Soon, Penguin picked up all the dropped loot into its pocket. It was really convenient to have Penguin here. It was a movable inventory like in games.
"So, how long has it been since we entered?"
"Half a day in the Dungeon, so outside, it's been an hour and half."
"We made quite a lot of progress, right? According to the map, only the right side was remaining."
"Well, of course, after going through it all like a mad man without any inhibitions, you will surely make such a progress only."
"So, can you cook the meat again?"
"Yeah, Yeah, I have clearly been turned into your servant. Carrying and cooking for you." Though it sighed, I knew my actions were piquing its curiosity. So, it did all that I asked without any complaints.
The Penguin summoned its mini kitchen consisting of stoves, pans, cutlery and groceries. It was like one of those miniaturized kitchen-modeled toys, except they were turned bigger and were usable. Meanwhile, I held in my hand, the bowl filled with their drained blood. I inhaled and exhaled slowly to steel myself. Though I had drank these stuff like fifty times at least by now. It was difficult to get used to it nonetheless.
After taking a long inhale, I gulped the entire bowl.
"Ahhghk" It was even more disgusting than I expected. Uhhhhh.
Soon, smoke began rising from my body. It was all the toxic stuff that my body rejected after absorbing everything useful.
I saw the Penguin using telekinesis magic to cook. It was astonishingly a good chef. I was able to stomach these stuff only because Penguin being a good cook. The bird was proving to be more useful as time goes.
After a while, the food was ready. I began devouring it. After a good workout, food was essential after all.
"Are you not going to eat?"
Rolling its eyes, Penguin replied, "How many times are you going to ask that dumb question, knowing that I am a goddamn machine? It stopped being funny after the first time, seriously."
"You know, it really pains me to eat without offering you some."
"Hah, alright, Sir John Greed."
"Who?"
"A very generous man that I know." (?)
"Anyway...Do you have any shop system, you know to sell all these stuff? Like a market. I have read systems have a market to sell stuff in novels."
"Hah, you think just because it is in a fictional novel it becomes real? Do you think I can do everything? What do you thin-"
"Yes or no?"
"Yes."
I grinned at the scrunched up face of the Penguin.
"Well, we can go through them later. Before that, I have to clear this place before nine. That means, roughly a little more than a half a day."
Getting up, I picked up the Penguin and placed it on my shoulder, "So, Penguin, as there is not much time left, I am going to pick up the speed. So, better hold tight."
"What? Wai-"
I started sprinting at my highest speed. It was great to see how much my physical abilities had improved in real-time.
Behind me, the Penguin was shouting and holding dearly to my neck. I ignored its screams and maintained the speed.