Day 34? The Farthest Labyrinth 60F
Thanks to the last level-up, my old reliable "Presence Detection" finally got promoted to "Presence Search." Man, back in the early days it was just "feels like something's nearby?" level, but somewhere along the way it turned into wide-area scanning, even letting me vaguely tell what kind of presence it is. Saved my ass countless times. I seriously wanna throw it a promotion party. And now Presence Search got its own upgrade: directional focus. Narrow the direction and it reaches farther, deeper—super convenient. Could probably use it for commercial fishing, that's how OP this skill got.
And it pinged something from the upper layers.
Bad presence. Like, jaw-dropping, speechless, laugh-from-despair bad. Completely and utterly.
Alright, 59F: "Hellhound Lv59." Puppies. Go cry and die.
Spam vinegar water balls while sprinting through—the white-silver flash behind me severs writhing dog necks mid-scream.
Keep the momentum, burst into 58F, carve through the "Frogman Lv58" swarm. Ribbit ribbit, so noisy. I'm in a hurry.
Tridents, encirclement, coordination, jumps, thrusts—coming at me.
But it's lukewarm.
One clean hit would probably kill me, sure, but compared to getting manhandled by that terrifying white-silver person? Way too soft.
Even dozens of spears thrusting out at once—dull.
If there's a gap, slip my body in. The moment I step, swing through. Slow.
See? You're all sluggishly moving around, so the white-silver person showed up. Handing this off to her.
Instant kills. Floor's just a carpet of frog corpses now. Up above, clumsy presences are swarming.
Presences I know very well.
They're collapsed, bleeding, injured, dragging comrades, carrying others on their backs, shredded to rags… and still resisting.
If it was just the idiots, fine—but why the hell is everyone down here?!
You've way past your limits already, right? This is 57F! Why are you descending this far?! Are you all stupid?! You're already in tatters!
Climb the stairs to 57F. There, a bunch of battered, scar-covered, half-mad idiots are waiting, looks like.
Can't keep them waiting. Can't be late. Not even a second to spare.
Sprint up the stairs, activate Rōjin Eye to look.
"Sphinx Lv57." "Magic Null," "Physical Null," "Immortal." Literally impossible to kill. Hm? Four hidden rooms in this chamber alone? Ah～ puzzle room. Gotta collect items from all four hidden rooms. Meaning you can't brute-force it.
But they don't have that kind of time. Everyone's on the razor's edge—one slip and someone dies.
Seriously, 57F is way too reckless. I figured they'd be around 50F at best.
Whatever. First, erase this annoying riddle monster. It's in the way.
"Magic Null" + "Physical Null" + "Immortal" on top. Then just null the nulls and force-kill the immortal.
Sorry in advance, Gauntlets of Paradox. Kept saying you had no turn, no use, wasted flag… Especially right hand—sorry for only paying attention to left. I really wanted to do the "Kuh!" dramatic block thing. But turns out your real purpose, your flag, your moment… was always the right one. Here we go—right hand's "Nullify Physical/Magic Defense."
Air-walk sprint, slam into the Sphinx from behind, drive the wooden staff through its neck with my right hand.
Nullified the null. Now just force-kill the immortal.
"Please! Angelica-san!!"
White-silver radiance streaks like lightning.
Staff still embedded—gripped firmly in right hand. Physical null still nullified.
Heh. Mid-level manager on 57F, after all. Time to get fired by the chairman lurking behind the president with full authority. One-hit kill.
The immortal Sphinx gets beheaded in a single stroke—killed by the god who rules death.
To the sword goddess gleaming in white silver, a lion-faced divine messenger is just another nameless mob.
Now, cleanup battle.
"Mind handling the bandages? I'll burn the corpses from this side?"
The moment white silver nods, she's already standing at the front line—terrifying beauty reigning over the battlefield, coldly surveying those about to die. Everyone forgets to breathe, entranced. Time itself freezes in fear. The bloody struggle drowns in silence.
Alright. Time to burn.