The next half an hour is a grind for him. Michael killed more than 20 zombies and 15 skeletons. He leveled up twice. But he also suffered some minor injuries. Like some scratches and cuts, they're not from skeletons, but his own homemade grenades. Few glass pieces managed to reach him while using them on these monsters. And Michael got another surprise. A skill book dropped for him from one of the skeletons.
[ Detected the Skill Book : Swordsmanship ]
[ Do you wish to learn? ]
[ Yes/No ]
' in the era of swords and bombs. I'm learning Swordsmanship. Whatever, it's better than swinging a sword madly ', Michael thought. He isn't that trained in sword. Sure his parents trained in combat but only with hands not weapons. Even the dagger wielding is something he learned by himself.
And it's not even registered as a skill by the status. As he clicked yes, the skill book flashed and flew into his head. Michael got the knowledge of wielding a sword properly engraved into his mind. He looked at the sword with pro-*bah*, (*cough* spilled some weird shit there. Sorry). He looked at the sword with amusement.
He hoped one day he will train enough to rival Deadpool. Not the Deadpool with regeneration, but Deadpool who is experimented on to become a mutant by striker. The one that can shoot lasers and teleport. And yeah, he mean it, just look at that guy, swing his sword and stop bullets from a group of armed man shooting at him.
He is just kidding. After learning the Swordsmanship skill, he saw the some of the stats are also increased, but only by one or two points. He also got additional stat points to allocate. But Michael didn't get much time to assign them.
He saw few skeletons in distance. A group of 30 or more. ' Damn, they're holding bows ', Michael ran towards them to offset their aim while moving around the graves to defend himself from the arrows. Few of them managed to graze him already.
Cursing, Michael his behind few trees. He then fled to back, after escaping from them. Michael saw he is quite exhausted. So he decided to get out of the dungeon. He collected few weapons to use for later before leaving the dungeon. He then took a bath before heading out.
In two days, his school will begin. He is a student of midtown high school. Yeah, the same school that Peter Parker will be in. Michael is an above average student in everyone's view. Because he didn't want to stand out much, his mother taught him that. They almost made him behave like a spit everywhere. He got too few friends since childhood and even they are not that close to him too. Perhaps they're trying to take him into shield.
Michael can only shake his head. As expected from spy parents but it's a little bit overboard to make your kid behave like a spy too. Michael felt like an introvert at this point. ' Whatever, survival is important in this world ', he goes to the convience store and bought things needed for his next term along with some tools and miscellaneous items for dungeon.
After getting home, he started making his own weapons again. He improved the gun, compressed the size, made the nail go through a narrow region with more pressure. Built a compact design using steel alloy for them. Well, he can't buy more tough metals. He is not rich, so he can only count on these.
As for grenades, he also upgraded them. He made two types of grenades. One type for more larger explosions and the other one solely for the sharpenals to fly. One almost blasted on his face. Fortunately he difused it quickly.
As for protective gear, he got nothing. He wanted to made them carbon fiber but stopped. Even that is too much for him at this moment. The available options are either kevlar and cabron fiber or medieval iron armour. He don't want the armour but he can't buy the carbon fiber either. 3d printing is still not yet in the market. Not to mention carbon fiber needed to be plucked from cars if he want that now.