For the first time since they gathered, the group had a social event to interact. This was what Arthur aimed for, feeling like each of them followed him for different reasons, not yet a cohesive group that stood for each other.
Food of great variety was served, and Arthur paid the man with reward points. After all, he had too many for him to even use. Killing the ogres using his gate of wrath gave him a little over a million reward points, and his level soared as well. His current stats looked like this:
[Arthur Netherborne]
[Level: 99] [Max]
[Floor: 3]
[Reward Points: 950,763]
[Strength: 2000] [Max]
[Agility: 2000] [Max]
[Stamina: 2000] [Max]
[Perception: 2000] [Max]
[Mana: 2000/2000] [Max]
It sufficed to say that his reward points were overflowing. As the group dined and laughed about stories of how Sarohan fought a giant by stabbing its rear, Arthur remembered one item he obtained from Peter in the first floor.
"Ding, ding!"
