Ex rank talent Awakening: 100% Dodge rate

Greg looked at his surroundings, finding the demon realm to be unique. A blood-red moon that looked like it was alive, pulsating like a beating heart, scanty vegetation, and black sands.

Scanning his surroundings, he discovered some demonic creatures running toward him. The demonic creatures were wolf-like, having sharp claws and canines, with red eyes. He retrieved his sword from his inventory, his aim clear—to level up as much as he could.

Swinging his sword, he cut the closest demonic creature, taking a lot of HP from the critical damage of cutting the neck. Like a seasoned warrior and killing machine, he efficiently killed the demonic creatures, his experience points climbing bit by bit.

[Killed a level 20 demonic beast]

[5 exp points earned]

[Killed a level 25 demonic beast]

[5 experience points earned]

Being a level 51 player, the experience points he earned from lower levels dropped. Instead of earning 20 points from killing a level 20 demonic beast, he earned 5 exp. Since the gap between him and the demonic beast was more than 30, he could only earn 5 exp points. If the gap was more than 50, he could only earn 1. Less than 20, he could earn half the usual experience points, and when the level was equal to his, he could earn the exact experience points. Killing higher-level enemies earned more exp points as a result of the multiplier.

Sitting over a mountain of demonic corpses, Nemesis was tired, his stamina bottoming out, forcing him to take a break. "I need to find higher demons. These demonic creatures won't cut it; the experience they give is extremely small," he complained to himself.

After resting and regaining his depleted stamina, he left the area he was in, looking for higher-level demonic creatures to level up with.

"Roooarrr!" A sharp and displeasing roar attracted Nemesis' attention. He turned toward the source of the roar.

A demonic sandworm, extremely big and large, burrowed out from under the sand, its motive clear—to feast on Nemesis.

The sandworm burrowed into the ground once more, the area returning to its usual calm. No sign of the demonic sandworm could be found.

Nemesis, though, didn't panic. He had dealt with one in his past life, the experience not one that was pleasant. The sandworm had killed almost all of his guild members, only a few surviving the raid and witnessing the death of the sandworm. Kyle, the guild master then, as well as the other executives, were the only ones to survive along with him. But back then, they had only fought a level 50 sandworm. Now, he had to face a level 55 demonic sandworm—alone. If it was the Greg of his past life, he would definitely just accept his fate and die without fighting back. But not this him. Rather, he was looking forward to the loot that would drop from killing a demonic sandworm alone.

Boom! A loud sound was heard, the mouth of the demonic sandworm opening to swallow Nemesis, which he didn't fight against, allowing the demonic sandworm to swallow him whole.

Inside the stomach of the demonic sandworm, Nemesis looked around, and unsurprisingly, he found himself submerged in a greenish fluid that was thick and sticky. "Gross," he muttered, his armor and clothing all corroded, leaving him with a single piece of cloth inside the stomach of the demonic sandworm.

Checking his system notification, he could see countless messages flooding his eyes, forcing him to close them immediately.

Scanning the stomach, he couldn't find anything, only a greenish thick fluid as far as his eyes could see, like a man abandoned in the middle of the sea. "Guess it's time to get out of here," Nemesis muttered, retrieving his sword. And that's when he discovered an annoying circumstance—his level 40 sword, which he got from the loot of killing a level 40 demon knight, corroded almost instantly, leaving him without a sword once more.

Pained from losing such a wonderful sword, he decided to put crying on hold—getting out being the most important task for the time being.

Wings erupting from his back, he flew upwards and out of the greenish fluid until he could see the inner flesh of the demonic sandworm, which was soft, just as he imagined. Retrieving another of his swords, a level 30 sword from killing another demonic knight, he stabbed the demonic sandworm, trying to tear open its body and kill it from within. A nice idea, but the execution? Not so great—greenish fluid seeped from the wound of the demonic sandworm, corroding his sword again.

Nemesis felt extremely angry for losing such a good sword. Picking another spot, he tried the same thing—stabbing, greenish fluid popping out, his sword corroding. Angry, calming down, retrieving his sword, and then stabbing another spot, hoping it would be different, but facing the same challenge.

Frustrated, he flew toward the mouth of the demonic worm, flying for a long time, but sadly, it was useless—the mouth was closed by some tissue layer. Not giving up, he retrieved another sword that was already low and stabbed the tissue, trying to cut it open. Another sword corroded, sadly, and disappeared, much to his disappointment.

"Hah," frustrated and tired, Nemesis decided to fly around within the demonic sandworm's body, convincing himself it was for sightseeing and not because he was too frustrated and needed to cool himself. At least he got sufficient oxygen from the oxygen passing through the small pores of the sandworm into the inner body of the sandworm, as that was how sandworms breathed. (I don't know if that's how it is in reality, I suck at biology, but that's how it's going to work in Apocalypse.)

"How dumb of me, to think it would be easier to fight the sandworm from within. Tsk, those fools saying it was the best way really knew nothing. They didn't even consider the corrosive body fluid of the sandworm, and now I'm suffering from their analysis," Nemesis complained.

The method he planned to use was one he saw from Apocalypse analysts who claimed it was easier to kill sandworms if players could survive the corrosive acid in the worm's stomach.

"Should never trust theorists ever again if they haven't applied it themselves," Nemesis muttered.