42 attacks! Your keyboard fears you already
You poked something. It noticed. Barely
69 attacks. The monsters are mildly inconvenienced
420 attacks. Your index finger deserves a medal
690 attacks. Physiotherapy not included
4,200 attacks. The monsters started a support group
9,001 attacks. The outside world is just a myth now
69,420 attacks. Scientists want to study your fingers
100 deaths. The Grim Reaper sends you birthday cards
Equip a complete 9-piece equipment set
100 generations. Your descendants have descendants
500 kills? Someone call an exterminator... oh wait, that's you
The Fungal King's reign of rot crumbles beneath your blade
The King Slime dissolves - its gelatinous throne empty at last
The Frost Giant falls, and the Frozen Peaks remember warmth
The Magma Lord's fire is quenched in the depths of the Rift
The Lich King's phylactery shatters - the crypt falls silent
Light pierces the Shadow Realm as the Phantom Lord fades
The Void Emperor's dominion collapses into nothingness
The Kraken's tentacles retreat into the Abyssal Trench
The Hive Mind screams its last - the swarm is leaderless
The Archangel's wings fold - the Celestial Spire bows to a mortal
100 potions brewed. Heisenberg would be proud
Hold 5 relics in one run
Reach DNA level 25 (soft cap) in any skill
5,000 monsters down. At this point, they should unionize
10,000 kills. The Geneva Convention doesn't apply to slimes... right?
25,000 fallen foes. Ecologists hate this one weird trick
100 bosses down. They're running out of crowns
Brew 25 potions. Your cauldron needs therapy
123,456 attacks. Your mouse filed a restraining order
The Moss Lord crumbles - the tunnel breathes again, free of spore and shadow
The Tremor Wyrm lies still - the earth stops shaking, but your hands don't
The Ironshell Titan's carapace splits - inside, only clockwork and silence
The Goblin Chief's crown rolls across the dirt. No goblin bends to pick it up