[Secret Quest completed: Kill 10 people]
[Secret Quest completed: Kill 15 people]
[Secret Quest completed: Kill: 30 people]
[Secret Quest completed: Kill 50 people]
[Secret Quest completed: Kill 100 people]
"-Pant-pant-Is that all of them?" I said as I looked around, seeing dead bodies everywhere.
The smell of blood was everywhere.
'System, Claim the rewards.'
[Rewards]
Grimm child.
Unbreakable strength.
Fury of the Fallen.
Weaversong.
Invincible, Fearless, Sensual, Mysterious, Enchanting, Vigorous, Diligent, Overwhelming, Gorgeous, Passionate, Terrifying, Beautiful, Powerful Grey Prince Zote.
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In the quiet, melancholy town of Dirtmouth lived a simple, kind soul named Bretta. She was lonely, a dreamer, and a dedicated romantic. She had once briefly admired the quiet, capable Knight (Me), but a far brighter star had arrived—a bug of such profound arrogance that it captured her lonely heart: Zote the Mighty.
Zote was everything the Knight was not: loud, dramatic, and full of endless, thrilling tales. He claimed he had felled beasts the size of mountains, that his chipped shellwood nail, 'Life Ender,' was forged in ancient fire, and that he was guided by his sacred, self-written Fifty-Seven Precepts.
To Bretta, who had only ever known silence and fear, Zote was a blinding light of heroism. His flaws were invisible to her, replaced by a radiant, self-made aura of chivalry.
Bretta's admiration grew into a feverish obsession. She retreated to her cellar and began to build. First came the stories she wrote, where Zote was not just Zote, but Grey Prince Zote, a fearless champion driven by passion and destiny.
Then came the statue.
It was a magnificent idol, a testament to pure, unadulterated fantasy. It wasn't the clumsy, weak Zote, but the Zote of her dreams: muscular, powerful, and ready to sweep her away from the mundane. Bretta had, with the sheer power of her love and imagination, breathed a kind of life into this statue.
One day, the true Knight—the silent figure Bretta had forgotten—wandered into her cellar. With the touch of the Dream Nail, I did not strike the statue, but the dream essence surrounding it, plunging into Bretta's fantasy world.
There, I met the true object of Bretta's devotion: Grey Prince Zote.
He was magnificent, terrifying, and utterly insane. He wielded his 'Life Ender' with impossible skill, summoning enormous, ethereal Zotes that exploded upon impact. He was the sum total of every boast Zote ever made, magnified by Bretta's desperate desire for a hero.
When I fought this ghost of a crush, this warrior made of fiction. Zote's battle cry was a cacophony of his own delusional precepts, but it was also a song of Truth, Beauty, and Hatred—the truth of Zote's mediocrity battling the beauty of Bretta's love, all fueled by Zote's hatred for anyone who dared upstage him.
When I defeated Grey Prince Zote once, then twice. Each victory sent a tremor through Bretta's beautiful fantasy.
(Inside the dream)
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO DEFEAT YOU?!"
The third phase started.
"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT."
Upstairs, Bretta began to look at the real Zote. She saw him not as a poet-warrior, but as a petulant bug who threw trash on her floor and demanded attention. She heard his precepts not as wisdom, but as the tedious ramblings of a shallow bully.
The next time I struck the statue, Grey Prince Zote was faster, his attacks stronger, his name longer—Bretta's mind fighting fiercely to keep her glorious lie alive. But I, relentless and real, shattered the dream once more.
"JUST DIE."
With the final, necessary defeat, the light went out in Bretta's heart. Her magnificent Grey Prince Zote was finally, unequivocally, gone. She saw the real Zote for what he was: an empty shell of boastfulness, a fraud who had stolen her time and imagination.
She packed her things, left her former idol to monologue to the empty air, and departed Dirtmouth forever. The statue remained, now cold and still, an epitaph for a dream that died.
Zote the Mighty, oblivious to the fact that he was the central figure in a tragic romance, simply took over Bretta's house, still muttering, "Precept Forty-Two: 'Do not allow yourself to be infected by the pestilent nausea that afflicts others.'"
And so, the greatest warrior Bretta had ever known was reduced to dust, because the real world—in the form of the quiet, honest Knight—always defeats a lie.
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'Bad memories but forget about that.' I thought as got ready to leave.
"So you're the one who's been causing all this trouble." an Unknown voice came from behind me.
I startled which made me ready my weapon.
-splash-
Before I know it some else was behind me stabbing me in the chest.
"Got you bastard." The person from behind said as he pulled his sword.
I fell to the ground feeling weak.
"Cough, cough" I coughed blood which made me realize the trouble I'm in.
"Heh, look at you hopeless and weak." The person who's in front of me mocked as I tried to get up.
'No souls left that means I have to teleport out of here.' I thought as I tried to teleport but.
Nothing happened.
'What's wrong?! Come on come on.'
For some reason the teleportation didn't work.
'Could it be the Dungeon?'
"Hey, my eyes are here." The guy said as he kicked me in the face.
"Man your taking so long let me end it." The one from behind me said as he brought down his sword at me.
-Stab-
"AGH-Cough cough" I felt pain as my vision blurred.
'DAMN IT.' I felt enrage that I started to hear a voice in my head.
{...Die...Leave...Die...}
{...Kill it...KILL IT...}
[Secret Quest completed: Feel the maximum rage.]
[Rewards]
Enraged Guardian
"Hey, are you dead?" The person from behind said as he looked at my body.
"Yeah, I guess he's done for."
"Huh? So that's it?"
"Don't underestimate him. Look around you...He did this by himself."
"Sheesh is he monster?"
Unknowing to them Allen got up from the floor with crystals forming around his body.
"Hmm? Hey, you're not dead yet." The one holding the sword felt irritated but then he notice's the crystal.
"What is that?" The person beside him said as he looked at Allen.
Allen head was covered by crystal as he pulled his head back.
"ROOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAR"
Allen screamed as the dungeon started to feel his scream.
The area around started to grow crystals everywhere startling the opponent.
"What the hell is he?" The one with the sword said as he got ready.
"I don't care what is he but let's kill him already." The other said as he felt something bad will happen.
Allen looked at them with eyes that glow orange.
He raised his crystalized arm at them shooting a laser beam.
The opponent didn't realize what happened as they got hit by the laser.
they turned into ashes without them knowing how they dead fast.
The laser beam hit the wall as it got destroyed with a huge hole in it.
-ROOOOAAAAAAAR-
"ROOOOAAAAAAAR"
The dungeon and Allen screamed together.
The wall started to break open as a huge body appears to be mostly skeletal or boney, without much flesh or skin. It has a lean, emaciated, and almost insect-like structure, giving it an unnaturally horrific aesthetic.
with a black coloration, which helps it blend into the shadowy depths of the Dungeon.
The head is often compared to a skeletal, reptilian, or even Pterodactyl-like skull. It possesses a terrifying, often elongated, muzzle and a visible set of teeth.
Its legs are jointed and angled in a bizarre, reverse-hinged fashion, similar to a dinosaur or a bird of prey.
Its most striking feature is its weaponry. Instead of conventional monster claws, its forelimbs are equipped with wickedly long, scythe-like blades that can cut through adventurer armor and dungeon walls with ease.
The Battle of monster's has started.