I’m Not the Final Boss’ Lover-Chapter 145: Dungeoniac
The only problem was that, in my surprise, I had forgotten the existence of other people nearby and retorted as rudely as usual. After realizing my mistake, I shut my mouth and looked around but it was too late. Squad Darkfall was already completely fixated on me. The gazes shooting out from their black helmets were so pointed that my cheeks tingled. Oh… there goes my image again.
I couldn’t help but side-eye Mayer for asking me that unnecessary question, but he was oblivious to my concerns. The man only watched my steps anxiously, as if he were looking at a kitten that was just learning to walk. He wouldn’t keep being like this even after we go into the Furka dungeon, would he…? Checking on where I was, checking if I was hurt…
But the things that made you anxious were bound to become reality. Sensing an unwelcome future ahead of me, I shut my eyes in dismay.
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While the journey to reach Furka dungeon was difficult, it was much easier to proceed within the dungeon itself.
“Spear of Flame!” Axion chanted and a huge spear of fire pierced through the batking, a bat monster that was flying out of a cave. Flames rose from the batking’s injury and set its body afire, easily turning the level 50 monster to ashes. Axion had the help of my support magic, but his spell was tremendously powerful, to begin with. The man did deserve the title of Flame Mage after all…
Titles or nicknames were character settings in the “game” that were rarely mentioned in dialogue script. Perhaps the only famous titles were Mayer’s “Dark Knight” or Fabian’s “Crimson Champion”. Only after coming to this world did I realize why these titles were only found in character profile pages. They were titles of respect only given to those that passed level 50, the Wall of Lament, and reached level 60. It turned out to be a surprisingly detailed reason.
The elites of the Dark Knights also held titles as they were famous individuals who were over level 60 too. The Saint of Summer, August. The Oaken Fortress, Robur. The Golden Falcon, Tragula.
Sometimes, the titles were made personally, but most of the time they were given by others. Some were based on an individual’s abilities, and some were derived from their origin. There was even a title given after a person’s appearance. As these nicknames reflected the respective characteristics of a person, they never overlapped. It was safe to say that they defined an individual. In comparison, Axion’s title was rather simple. Flame Mage Axion. There weren’t that many flame-type mages, but there weren’t that few either. So him possessing the title of Flame Mage despite this proved he was the pinnacle of flame-type mages. The man was already acknowledged as an outstanding achiever at a young age by the Mage Tower.
Fabian, the protagonist of the “game”, also used fire magic. After reaching level 60, he received the title of Crimson Champion. But, when speaking of pure fire magic itself, he was no match for Axion.
“Woah…” The three younglings of the special unit gaped involuntarily. They were seeing Axion’s capability for the first time. Sevi, in particular, seemed even more impressed at the display of unfathomable ability. Certainly, it looked flashy and cool. It was a power that a support mage like myself couldn’t even think of producing. While I was aware of the worth of my abilities, it would be a lie to say that I didn’t feel envy for that kind of power sometimes.
Of course, “Jun Karentia” also had a title. I had received it in the first playthrough after possessing Jun’s body and reaching level 60.
