Game's Extra: Starting With SSS-Ranked 1000-Death Talent-Chapter 36: Clowns And Rods

Noa wanted to kill it from the moment he transmigrated.

His initial plan was to slay it when he was strong enough and had good enough equipment.

The first half of his wish was roughly completed.

As for the second part, Noa brought Arthur with him for a reason.

The protagonist had a plundering system, and in this resource-rich environment, he could farm items like a skillful farmer on a summer day.

His presence also gave Noa a solid backup plan.

'Thankfully, my future wife is on my side and she told him something.'

Noa was in a good mood.

If he had to guess, Nyx told Arthur to follow him, and he wouldn't say no to that.

"No! It's suicide. Do you even have an idea what's in there? Dwelling inside with just the two of us is a ridiculous idea, and I don't want to be part of that," Arthur said, turning back.

It seemed like he was still too cautious.

Waiting for him to grow some balls would take a long time, and Noa didn't intend to help him with that.

"Either you come with me and shut your mouth or run away and shut your mouth if you are that scared," Noa blatantly mocked. "If it helps you, I have been here countless times."

It was a lie.

If a game didn't count.

Seeing his face and hearing his ridicule, Arthur's face morphed.

He bit his lips, nodded, and without uttering a single word, followed his short-term guide.

As for Noa, he hopped around gracefully, searching for an entrance.

The enormous dry bones felt almost eternal, and touching them brought a sense of dread and urgency, forcing them to speed up.

"My studies start in two days," Arthur said. "I need to get back before that."

Noa noted his statement, appearing as carefree as ever.

"Don't worry about that. You are traveling with me, which means you are safe and you will have a great time."

A pair of doubtful eyes darted in his direction.

Still, Noa didn't care, bringing up another topic to the quiet conversation.

"That Noa guy. Did you know him?"

Arthur thought for a while, reminiscing about the inserted memories he bore upon transmigration.

"I have never spoken to him before. But it seemed like he was just like me. Pity he was killed."

Listening to his voice, Noa felt no sadness or any other strong emotion from him.

Just then, the loud, shrieking sound reverberated.

It belonged to the local abominations only Noa could recognize, and based on his knowledge, he had to beat a lot of them before reaching the boss monster.

Yet, the motivation doubled his speed.

Arthur was forced to keep up with him.

"Is it clowns?" he guessed.

"Yep. Better hurry up. We don't want them to escape or create bigger groups," Noa explained.

This kind of judgment already existed in Arthur's recollection, but hearing it from Noa convinced him that the mysterious boy wasn't lying to him.

But the chance that he was misleading still existed.

As Arthur suspected, his every move and never left an opening, and Noa found his first opponent.

[ Gory Clown Lv ??? ]

[ Grade: Evolved Challenger ]

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Clowns lived in solitude.

They rarely moved in groups and only asked for companionship when they were scared.

These humanoid creatures had squishy noses and loud shoes.

Standing on two legs and two hands, they had metallic rods in their hands.

Laughter filled the magnificent chambers of the colossal titan, and Noa dashed at the target.

Arthur stood behind, not moving.

He wanted to gauge his companion's true strength.

Understanding his motives, Noa thought solely of the battle.

On the surface, his skill usage was limited.

Explosions would quickly catch Arthur's eyes, and he would recognize them as a part of Klaus's talent.

Using his echoes seemed an even worse idea, but controlling puppets was something he could display.

However, Noa was a daring person.

He also wanted to showcase his power, and constantly hiding his abilities would make things harder.

So he decided to hold himself back and only conceal his immortality.

As for any other skills, Noa would gladly reveal them.

With his sword already drawn, he arrived before the monster and swung his weapon.

This crappy blade cut the air but struggled to slice the tough meat.

The weakness of the sword was reduced by Noa's physical strength, which decimated the abomination in one strike.

Clowns were agile, with good body-to-eye coordination, but none of that mattered when Noa touched them.

His damage output was boosted by 30% with the exploding power, netting him a first kill of the hunt.

Arthur saw his actions.

Noa's speed, confidence, and precision mixed with his destructive force and decisiveness—Arthur saw all of them.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Noa grinned.

Watching the anticipated reaction improved his mood even further.

'But I haven't thought about my name,' he remembered—an idea striking his head.

"Save introductions for the academy," he said, content with his decision.

"Wait, you are studying at Arcane Academy as well?" Arthur asked, the pile of changes rubbing him the wrong way.

Noa nodded.

Then he glanced at the system notification.

[ You killed an Evolved Gory Clown Lv. 15 ]

[ You've gained 3,250 Experience Points ]

[ Level Up! ]

[ Level Up! ]

[ You've gained 0.6 stat points in Strength and Agility. You've gained 1.2 stat points in Vitality and Intelligence ]

[ You've gained 2 Attribute Points ]

After that, he threw away his virtually dismantled sword and took the metal rod from the ground.

[ Silly Club ]

[ Grade: Evolved Challenger ]

[ Attack Power: + 9 ]

[ Attack Speed: + 3 ]

[ Durability: 23/25 ]

It was a downgrade from his lost Web Sword.

Yet the increased damage wasn't as bad as he assumed, and holding it tightly, Noa chose the path to follow.

Now he would make Arthur fight as well, so he would reap the additional benefits.

But just as he was about to allocate his new two points to Intelligence, the system showed a warning message, forbidding him from increasing his stats.