The man was astonished to find Damian standing right before his door, wearing a peculiar mask that gave him an aura of secrecy.

"Who are you?" the man said.

"I'm here for the work. Where is the sewer you talked about?"

Hearing that, the man understood that the person at his doorstep was the man from The Dawn, the organization he'd hired to clean the nearby sewer since authorities had ignored his plea for help — and now someone from the neighborhood was already dead!

"Right! Come, I'll show you the way," he said, closing the door.

The sewer was close to the location of the man's house — all they had to do was move further down the streets, and there it was, a small entrance made of fine steel, leading straight to a shit place no one wanted to go.

"This is it," the man said. "I don't know what type of beasts are down there, but I am sure you can handle it."

Despite his reservations about the amount of information included in the contract, Damian knew he had to accept it; it was the only one he had been offered. He deeply stared at the man, saying, "wait for me in your house, and don't you think about running away, or..."

The man was so scared, his teeth chattered, and his hands shook. "I am not an idiot, believe me," he said, his voice tight with exasperation.

Nobody dared cross a man who made his livelihood by slaying mutated creatures, and the person who employed Damian was well aware of it! Why would he take the chance of endangering himself to avoid the cost of the service? It would be foolish, especially since Damian already knew his address.

"I will leave you to it. Good luck."

There was no reason for the man to remain there, so he headed back to his house, staying with his family while Damian did the work he was hired to.

"This is going to be a living hell," Damian envisaged as he opened up the sewer entrance, taking a plunge.

It was dark down there, and the water streaming down was a shit one that Damian did not want to put his feet near it, so he used his Telekineses to make his body float, avoiding all the pieces of shit that were hovering the ground.

The putrid odor made it hard to breathe, but Damian kept his eyes on the prize — the reward he would get, and the good name his organization would earn if he finished the job like a pro.

Down below, one had to be vigilant in order to stay safe from the mutated beasts that lurked in the shadows. Damian was not na?ve enough to believe that his superhuman capabilities allowed him to go head to head with any mutant creature. That was pure foolishness, and anyone who ventured into the depths of the dungeon knew humans were the hunted, not the hunters.

Damian traversed the sewers, holding a lantern he brought to shed light on his route, on the lookout for any traces of beasts. He had to track them down there, which was difficult with all the darkness and shit around the area.

"It is nearly impossible to detect any kind of scratch marks or anything else on the walls. There is shit, and black water everywhere."

For a few minutes, Damian descended with no event occurring until he heard a peculiar noise from the direction he was heading. He could not pinpoint the sound after one listen, so it was presumably a creature.

Damian activated his Slime Ring, forming a large black lance, and proceeded cautiously, keeping a sharp lookout at each corner and shadowy area, fearful of a monster lurking there.

Damian cautiously peered around the corner of the sewer tunnels, and just as he expected, a monster was devouring the dead body of a grown man!

The creature was like a lizard that could move like a human. It made Damian think of the lizard man from the video games he used to play. He remained still, monitoring the area from behind the corner, to assess if any other lizard man was present or if there were other forms of creatures.

"Whoever the lizard man is ingesting is already deceased, so there is no gain in going there before cautiously examining the area."

But despite his best efforts, Damian couldn't hide from the lizard man, who stopped eating and glanced over in his direction.

"Fuck," Damian thought, grasping his spear, preparing for the inevitable battle.

The green lizard raced towards him, its four limbs carrying it quickly and powerfully, its sharp teeth bared as it leapt onto him.historical

Damian rapidly used his Slime Ring to create a shield, using his Telekineses to navigate it towards the lizard man, blocking its strike. Then, using his right arm, Damian pierced the spear into the lizard's belly, using the force of his body — enhanced by the system — to wound the creature deeply.

Everything happened in a blur, and as Damian felt the joy of victory, his eyes widened in horror at the sight of the wound!

The lizard man was known for their healing capabilities, and the wound Damian had caused was healing right before his eyes, like a magic trick!

"Bullshit," Damian said, venturing his anger.

The scene before him was enough to break the spirit of any man, but Damian was undeterred, his courage unwavering. He had studied back in Garmony about various types of beasts; he knew that, although the lizard man had tremendous healing powers, it was not infinite.

Damian relentlessly struck the lizard man, feeling the vibrations of his blows with each impact, until the lizard man no longer had the strength to heal himself.

He had honed his skill so that he could use his Telekineses and body together in combat. Despite not having an ability that enhanced his body, Damian used his system to strengthen his attributes, making his body strong.

After two minutes of exchanging blows in the cramped tunnel, Damian's breaths came out in ragged gasps. The lizard man, with his scaly green skin and sharp claws? Dead on the ground, covered in blood.