I Reincarnated As A Minotaur In A Dungeon

After killing the two adventurers he had found, the minotaur did not waste a moment to o choose to exchange the bodies and items present on the adventurers for dungeon points as quickly as possible. And although some people wondered if there were items that would not be useful to him like potions or spell books among adventurers, the answer would be a big NO.

Just as humans have different constitutions that make different remedies have different effects on their bodies, the monsters are the same. Almost all the potions and spells that other races used were not suitable for another race, of course, it was not as if spells of other races were impossible to replicate by a different race, but the process itself to arrive at the same result was different.

And of course, for some it was not magic or a skill, but a unique innate power of each race, such as the petrifying eyes of Medusa.

For this reason the minotaur did not bother to check if the humans had something of value to him, it was much simpler to turn everything into points and to exchange the points for skills or things that the minotaur really needed.

「You have acquired 500 Dungeon Points.」

Hearing the sound in his mind the minotaur can not but frown in disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, unlike his first time trading stitches, the amount he had made this time was only half of what he had acquired earlier. But after thinking for a moment the minotaur finally understood the reason for this, the targets this time were not only clearly weaker than the ones he had killed (luckily, carelessness and even greater luck) and their equipment were visibly worse than the previous adventurer wore.

"The difference of a successful beginner and a not hm? "Sighing with the big difference in rewards, Astherios was already starting to figure out how much work he would have until he could use the roulette again. Of course, it was not like he was really betting blindly at roulette and waiting for a big prize once he got enough points, he was not a gambling addict.

Not that real addicts would ever admit to being addicted.

Without wasting more time lamenting the lamentable amount of points he had gained, the minotaur soon opened up the interface of the dungeon points as a smile covered his face by looking at the things he could buy from the 500 points he had acquired and although it was not an absurd amount of items, he could buy enough items to further increase his ability to survive and murder.

Bad news for first-timers, unfortunately.

As his eyes wandered among the skills he could buy, a thought crossed the minotaur's mind before he looked at the clothes he wore, that is .... Absolutely none.

Of course, minotaurs had no sense of shame at all, and although the adventurous women found it disturbing to have to kill n.a.k.e.d men with bull heads (or was the size that frightened them?) in time they got used to it.

But the problem is that none of the two souls that had inhabited this body originally belonged to the Minotaur race, one of them was human and the other ...

Anyway, seeing his body completely n.a.k.e.d and thinking about fighting the next battles exactly the same way he had come to this world was extremely disturbing to the minotaur.

"Clothes and armor first, skill after" It was exactly the thought that went through Astherios' head before changing his vision for armor, of course he had made sure the system only showed him what was useful to his race, obviously.

As soon as a set of black armor entered his eyes, a large smile appeared on the lips of the minotaur as he clicked without hesitation to buy the item. A monster in black armor was cliché? He liked the cliché, at least when it came to clothes and weapons.

[Boar Head Pub - Iron City Dungeon]

A week had passed since Astherios had killed the two adventurers in one of the hallways on the first floor of the dungeon and bought the armor. And from that day rumors of an extremely strong monster began to spread through the adventurers.

Dressed in black armor and carrying a pair of large axes, the minotaur wandered through the dungeon reaping the lives of every adventurer he encountered. Some survivors who were lucky enough to escape the monster narrated that he never killed killed the victims, but always knocked them down with his ax, letting them hear the sound of their metal boots hitting the stones while approaching before asking a single question for victims: Do you hear this sound?

And while the victims despaired and tried to flee with everything they had, he announced in a voice so cold that it seemed to come from hell itself: That's the sound of death coming

And then the monster decapitated its victims, granting them a death full of pain and despair.

Thanks to this the monster had won the title of Messenger of Death and even a small song was created by a bard to spread its horrors:

Do you hear that sound?

Run away!

Do you hear that sound?

Run!

Do you hear that sound?

Die!