Early the next morning, as Greg dragged his feet out of the Dungeon and headed toward the Student Council, his handsome face plainly showed the exhaustion of severe sleep deprivation.
It was not because he had suffered some terrifying nighttime ambush in the Dungeon or been plagued by nightmares.
Quite the opposite-this was the result of his own choice.
He figured that even if he attended classes, his aptitude for learning meant he probably would not get much out of them anyway. In that case, he might as well catch up on sleep during the day and grind the Dungeon like mad at night.
After a night of hard work, Greg had reached LV29. He had also deliberately farmed certain Monsters to strengthen the "acquired skills" that might prove useful when he tackled the Second Floor.
For example, there was Tentacle Bind, a skill he had originally thought was completely useless. Once he learned how practical it was, Greg had ground its proficiency straight up to LV3 in a single night.
He could now control five tentacles at once, and each one had grown somewhat stronger, further improving the skill's versatility.
As an added precaution, Greg had also raised his ice magic resistance from LV1 to LV3. He now took thirty percent less damage from ice magic.
That might not look particularly high, but for a human, this level of damage reduction was already absurd.
After all, humans were generally understood to be innately weak in magic resistance, particularly resistance to specific elemental types of magic.
Powerful magic resistance was usually an inborn privilege or racial talent of special races such as high-ranking Demons, Dragonfolk, and High Elves.
For an ordinary human, raising resistance to any one element above ten percent through training or some extraordinary encounter was already no