Max Level After 5000 Years
5000 years.

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This storyline is slow like a conch, has a somewhat convoluted storyline and must be read to the end if you want to understand.

if this does not suit your reading tastes, please leave this story after reading the first three chapters and please do not comment on the dropping or stabbing words.

Can't if you don't like it go away just don't be insulting? some people like this story, I don't want to stop just because you don't want to appreciate my boring story!!

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It seemed that just yesterday Ilya Sigma was trapped in a dungeon full of monsters, currently he had adapted to the Dungeon environment to become even the deadliest predator there.

"You dare to challenge me while I'm eating a bad meal and now you're acting arrogant?"

He said with great emphasis on the monster in front of him, the monster only growled and then showed his sharp canine teeth as if trying to make Ilya scared because of it - however, Ilya was not afraid at all.

He prepared a dagger he made himself, jumped at the monster then stabbed it directly in the eye - leaving a trail of severe wounds on the mosnter's body.

"Ha! This is your ability!? Comeing! Fight me again!"

Ilya continued to attack the monsters blindly, making wounds all over his body and then ending the one-sided fight in a short period of time. For him who had fought many times anyway this kind of enemy was nothing, the monster was 5000 years too late to defeat Ilya.

"Huh, no exclamation if you die immediately"

He stabbed into the body of the school bus-sized monster casually, no look of fear or fatigue in him.

Then another monster appeared, it was as big as the monster Ilya defeated earlier but this time the monster had a somewhat 'friendly' face'- he stopped right next to Ilya who was still staring at the monster from the hunt.

"Master, do I have to cook that monster?"

That hoarse and large voice came from the monster that came last. He called Ilya a respectful and polite master, like he was his most loyal servant.

Ilya let out a short sigh, feeling that her appetite was gone after defeating the monster.

"no need. I don't want to eat today's pupu"

The monster with a fierce face of a large tiger type has a pretty cute name, Pupu, the name Ilya gave when he conquered it several hundred years ago. Pupu nodded in understanding, then he burned the body of the monster.

If Ilya does not want to eat his own hunted monsters then he will eliminate them. There were too many monster carcasses there, so at least Pupu had to clean up the results of Ilya's bored battle.

"Where are you going, sir?"

Pupu asked briefly after seeing Ilya walk away. Ilya was silent for a moment, raised her hand then walked back to a random direction again.

"I'm going to go for a minute. Keep this territory okay?"

Pupu nodded in understanding. If this means Ilya wants to be alone for a while, maybe the master was missing something he called the house-Pupu knew Ilya was not from the dungeon but he knew nothing about Ilya's place of origin.

Ilya kept going in no direction. Enjoying the air he breathes, occasionally hitting insect monsters the size of a car or bicycle that desperately attack him—when they know that Ilya is not easy to beat.

"Bosan~ How can today be so boring!?"

He complained of being annoyed, continuing to walk with his bare feet. His once short black hair is now long, he even has a little beard on his chin—Ilya sure he has not reached the head of five, but why does his appearance resemble the fathers of four children and two grandchildren? no, it should be even more than a five-head.

"It's been 5,000 years that I've been here, when can I get out?"

Ilya muttered. Staring at the two strange suns was already a common sight for Ilya, when he first got stranded in the dungeon Ilya was immediately shocked to see two suns in the sky.

Now he wouldn't be surprised even if there were five suns there, after all the Dungeon he lived in was indeed strange.

Ilya sat on a dead tree trunk, her gaze still staring at the same object - purple ceiling and two suns.

Srak!

Ilya laughed as she saw her stomach pierced by the monster's claws.

"Hahaha, you don't have any sense, do you? That's why you don't realize what kind of enemy you're fighting."

He spoke sarcasm even though the Mosnter did not understand what he said. Ilya coughed up blood, but she could still smile despite the state of her body having gaping wounds.

"I'm upset about not being able to go home, damn it. You're just adding to my frustration"

He continued to babble while the monster started to feel the strong power from Ilya. Being stranded in a dungeon for 5000 years made him possess an invincible strength, it was very easy for Ilya to kill this kind of monster.

Ilya grabbed the claw that pierced his stomach, crushed the claw easily then jumped backwards.

A dog-type monster with long claws and an ugly face, that's how Ilya nicknamed the creature in front of him.

"I've never gotten used to this pain."

His hand touched the area of the stomach that was now fine. The total healing ability, it was a miracle Ilya had from the very beginning she went in there. That total healing did not take away the pain Ilya felt from his injuries, though Ilya was grateful for his ability to escape death in that chaotic dungeon.

The dog monster lost quickly, he could not win that unbalanced fight.

"Huh, my shirt's torn again"

He stared at the ragged shabby cloth called the shirt with a disappointed look, though Ilya was trying to make clothes from tree fibers or weaving strange roots that are there—but the clothes can not last long especially Ilya often fight there.

"I have to make another shirt—"

Ilya was silent for a moment. Shirt, as he remembered he still kept his old clothes that he kept in the cave. If used now, does it still fit?

"Meet"

He stared at his black t-shirt, jacket and trousers. Just then he was on his way home, Ilya still clearly remembered when the sky suddenly cracked and everyone was running madly as if doomsday was about to arrive.

They think about themselves, so they don't care about poor children who are dragged by time.

Ilya helped the boy. When everyone cares about themselves, they worry about others they don't even know.

The boy survived but Ilya had to fall into a strange dark circle that appeared suddenly under his feet, causing him to enter the dungeon.

Ilya smiled faintly recalling the initial incident she had there. He did not blame the child for the fate he had received, perhaps this was indeed his destiny.

"I haven't worn this shirt in a long time."

Ilya patted the surface of his clothes a little, cleaned up the dust that stuck and then saw the reflection of his face in the lake. There was a vast lake thereinitially it was a monster residence, but Ilya had already defeated the monster and made it empty.

There was a sense of longing when he was wearing those clothes. Ilya does not live alone on earth, she has a sick mother and a beautiful sister. Losing him would probably make them hit, let alone the sister who loved him very much.

"I miss home."

He looked at me, only this time Ilya thought about home again—actually he had given up on going home, but it seems he still wants to go back.

"I want to go home! Wanna gohome! Wanna gohome! GOING HOME!!!!!"

"ARGH!!! GET ME OUT OF HERE DAMN IT!!!"

Ilya shouted loudly while throwing stones in any direction, causing the trees there to fall down instantly. Yes— of course fell, the stone he used was the size of an elephant, for Ilya to throw a stone so nothing.

"My lord!! Calm down, you don't destroy this place again!"

Ilya's subordinate monster boss tried to ease his emotions, but Ilya instead grew more and more into and cried loudly like a tantric child.

"QUIET, CALM YOUR NUTMEG! I WANT TO GO HOME TO EARTH ASSHOLE!!"

As long as he served Ilya there just this time Ilya cried, even to the point of rolling around on the ground. The boss of the monster no longer knew what he should do, Ilya was hard to handle while on a rampage.

'Mr pupu! Hurry back!!'

A time like this Pupu was needed because the fine feathers he had could calm the angry Ilya.

Ilya had not finished crying, even her behavior was getting weird. He pulled out a tree and threw it to ease his emotions, causing the territory there to be chaotic.

"I WANT TO GO HOME!!!"

["You're so noisy."]

Ilya was silent as she heard someone's voice.

"Who!?"

There was no one there, not even his subordinates seemed to hear that voice—seen from his confused face when he saw Ilya yelling earlier.

["Reverse to the left"]

Ilya obeyed what the voice said.

["That's right goofy, have you forgotten which way is right and left?"]

An imaginary crossroads appeared on his forehead, wanting to hit that disembodied voice but he could not do it because his figure alone was not there.

"I know!"

Ilya answered annoyedly, then turned to the left and then everything turned dark.

["Welcome. Ilya Sigma, a human from the earth who has reached maximum strength"]

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