REINCARNATION OF THE STRONGEST WAR HERO
Chapter 141: SPIRITUAL ENERGY AGAIN

Chapter 141: SPIRITUAL ENERGY AGAIN

Seeing that it would take too long to walk, Logan decided to hire a carriage. In this area, such rental-driven carriages were quite common. It wasn’t anything luxurious or high-end, but it was good enough for the journey. Many people preferred riding horses as well, but Logan didn’t have a ride of his own yet.

After getting into the carriage, it began its journey toward the forest. As it moved, Logan thought to himself, "I need to arrange a horse by tomorrow at the latest."

Time passed slowly, and the carriage picked up speed along the way. After about an hour, it finally came to a stop. Logan stepped down and handed the coachman his fare. He was about to enter the forest when a thought suddenly struck him—he didn’t have a ride. How would he get back?

He turned around to call the coachman back, but the man was already far ahead. Even if Logan shouted, it was unlikely the coachman could hear him over the sound of the horse’s hooves.

Logan let out a sigh. "Let me finish the raid first. I’ll figure out how to get back later."

He entered the forest, walking along a narrow path. It was a deep forest. Sunlight barely touched the ground—it almost felt like evening even though it was daytime. Leaves rustled occasionally, hinting at various wild creatures moving about. Anyone seeing a twelve-year-old kid walking through such a place alone would surely be stunned. But Logan walked casually, heading toward his destination.

After nearly 40 to 45 meters of walking, he finally arrived. At the base of a mountain on the forest’s edge, the trees parted enough to let some light through. The calls of birds and a few wild animals could be heard nearby. In the mountainside wall, there was a large cave entrance—the dungeon gate.

Logan checked the map scroll once more to confirm it.

He gave his body a light stretch and stepped through the gate. Even though it was just a low-level dungeon, Logan didn’t let his guard down.

Logan stepped past the threshold of the dungeon gate. As soon as he entered, the air around him shifted. The atmosphere was damp and cold, and a musty scent of rot hung faintly in the air. The tunnel ahead was narrow and dark, but Logan’s senses were sharp. He began walking.

It didn’t take long.

From the shadows, four goblins emerged—crooked backs, jagged teeth, and rusted daggers clutched tightly in their hands. They snarled and screeched the moment they spotted him.

Logan didn’t even blink.

The first goblin lunged.

Whoosh!

A blade of ice appeared in Logan’s hand, and with a swift horizontal slash, the goblin’s head was severed clean. The body turned to ash before it even hit the ground.

The second tried to flank him.

Logan pivoted on his heel and sent a wind bullet straight into its forehead. Crack! The creature flew back and exploded mid-air into a puff of dust.

Two more came at him from both sides.

Logan ducked low. His fist ignited with flames and he drove it into the gut of the left one.

Boom!

A fiery burst blasted through its body, leaving behind only ash.

The last one hesitated. Logan turned its hesitation into regret. A spear of ice shot from his palm, piercing the goblin through its chest and nailing it to the stone wall.

Ash again.

Logan continued going deeper. The more he went deeper, the more the number of goblins increased. Eight then eleven. After that fifteen.

But the number meant nothing to Logan. Though the difficulty kept increasing with more goblins, he moved through them like a blade through paper—fire blaze, ice blade slashes, wind bullets.

He didn’t waste a single second. He kept massacring the lowly beasts as if he was training with dummies. One after another, they all turned to ash.

But something odd caught his attention.

Each time a goblin died, there was a faint trace of... something. A residue left behind just before the ash blew away.

Spiritual energy. Very faint. Almost unnoticeable. But Logan felt it.

"What the hell?! I thought only higher level dungeon monsters would have spiritual energy. But it seems I was gravely mistaken."

He paused for a moment after killing another goblin, closed his eyes, and gently exhaled. Then he tried drawing in that remaining essence—using the method Void Soul Sutra.

But nothing happened.

The energy simply faded into the air, too thin to gather, too weak to absorb. Still... it was there.

He opened his eyes, frowning slightly.

"Though it’s there, its not enough to even breathe in."

He resumed his march.

As he went deeper, the path began to widen. The ceiling rose higher. Logan didn’t care.

What did concern him was the change in pressure. It was subtle but noticeable. A creeping heaviness kept increasing in the air.

And then came the next wave. This time not ten or fifteen.

It was almost more than forty this time. "Maybe I have reached the heart of the dungeon." He whispered.

They poured out of the shadows like a wave. A horde of screeching, snarling goblins with crude weapons, hungry eyes, and bloodlust dripping from their snarled teeth.

But Logan didn’t flinch.

He shot forward like a phantom.

His movements were nearly invisible. One goblin’s head exploded with a single wind bullet. Another was cleaved in half by an ice blade that appeared mid-air. He spun around, ducked under a wild swing, and drove a flaming punch, sending a fire blaze.

Boom!

The flames swallowed four of them at once.

He slid between two attackers and raised his palm.

Swoosh! A compressed line of wind sliced through three more.

Another leapt from behind.....Logan kicked backward without turning. The goblin flew back with a heaved chest.

Ash. Everywhere. The cave floor was littered with dust and ash that coiled like smoke.

Logan exhaled, lowering his stance. Though the goblins were pretty weak, their enormous amount still made him tired. He was panting slightly.

Still, his mind kept returning to that spiritual energy. The amount was too little to be useful, but its presence was certain. Every time a goblin turned into ash, it left behind a faint trail of spiritual energy.

"I wish I could collect it. Though it’s very little, its accumulation would have been useful." He thought.

He continued forward, the tunnel now leading slightly downward. The walls grew smoother. The darkness became thicker.

Finally, after a few more turns, Logan stopped.

The tunnel opened into a vast chamber. It was massive.

At the center stood a stone altar. Behind it, a towering figure with a heavy club was waiting.

It was also a goblin. But not a normal one. Nearly thrice the size of the others. With blood-red eyes. And a deep growl that made the air vibrate.

Dungeon boss.

Logan narrowed his eyes and slowly stepped forward.

The goblin boss raised its club.

"Oh! So you are the boss around here. Let’s see how much spiritual energy you have in store for me." With that Logan lunged forward.