My Rage And Hatred Explode My Stats

I was devastated.

I didn't want to go and confirm the news.

I didn't want to see my sister's body.

I didn't want to break my promise to my sister.

I didn't want to see the people who let my sister be killed.

I dropped them off at the surface and went on to my forging lessons. I left Matet and the others to guard the base. I was so bent on learning quickly I finished learning how to make items in three days. For the next week or so, I used all the different ideas I had to make magical weapons - and I succeeded, after a week. I named this sword I made 'Excalibur'. I made a magical bow which I christened 'Phoenix Bow', and I enchanted a quiver to never run dry of arrows. My bow was enchanted to multiply my arrows, My sword was enchanted to absorb the magical energy of anyone or anything I touch with it, though the rate depended on my emotions, what I was touching, and how far I penetrated into it.

I went back to my base and completely wiped out every monster I could find, hunting and hunting and hunting and hunting and hunting and hunting them all everywhere. I Finally go enough energy to be able to warp my whole base to Level 30, the boss level. I entered the boss room and completely destroyed the boss, and I occupied the boss room. I slew every creature that was weak; and enslaved those that were strong. Soon, I began moving to the Second Part of the Dungeon, and completely wiped out the monsters there. My only thoughts were 'Win, win, don't let anything touch you, become the strongest and destroy anything that comes in your way if you can't enslave it.' I was such a scary figure that within three months, I cleared the second, third, fourth, and fifth parts- the whole dungeon, something that no one else ever did. And at the end of the dungeon, I found - 

"The Usra Armor," I said reverently.