As the body of Carus fell down the waterfall, his hands reached out towards the cliff from where he was falling, hoping to grab onto something. But alas, there was nothing; he felt stupid; he couldn't believe it as he was still in the first stage of grieving, that being denial. As the hero fell to his death,

The villain, with a smile, approached the cliff where the girl, who had betrayed the guy who loved her the most, The woman simply smiled and looked at the man. "Well, that's my end of the deal, so you better not forget about yours."

The man only sighed, looking at the woman. "Who do you take me for? I know better than to leave loose ends." The statement made her raise her brow, but before she could even blink, she felt something around her neck. Being unable to breathe. His hand was around her neck, gripping it and lifting her off the ground. As she tried to free herself from his grip on her neck, she clawed at him, hit him, and did everything she could do. Yet he stood there, looking at her right in the eye as he smiled and spoke, "Seriously, how big of an idiot you'd take me for? You think I'd let the one person who knows I was behind everything live? And not anyone else but the one who betrayed the singular person who chose to trust her the most."

Her breathing slowly became shallow as she looked at him with pure disgust and anger, which soon turned into fear. Her eyes were begging just to live as he laughed. "No, no, no, darling, don't give me that look. You don't understand. I am not Carus, who will melt over your sweet words and looks."

He said, as in a last-ditch effort, she spat on his face, fuming with all the rage in her body but unable to say anything. "Yes, there it is. The ugly face you always keep under that mask of Mrs. Nice, Mrs. Good, Mrs. Kind..spare me the crap."

He said in a rather annoyed tone before taking a deep breath and continuing, "Oh well, it never worked on me. When you grow up fending off yourself, it becomes easy to understand who's really nice and who's not. Anyway, I've wasted enough time here; I have a village to rule, so go ahead and die for me, please."

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He said as the pupils in her eyes finally rolled to the back of her head and she passed out, after which he simply smashed her head into the ground a few times to make sure the bitch was dead before throwing her off the cliff as well. "Stupid girl," he said, washing his own face. He sighed, and before going back, he pulled out a knife and cut himself in the shoulder with a smile, letting the blood draw out. He looked back into the water and spoke. "Alright, now it's time to claim what's mine, though I do hate having to put up a performance. Well, it's necessary. Well, chief, seat here; I come," he told himself before running back to the village, holding his shoulder with a panicked face.

Meanwhile, the giant village was going through a power struggle, and Jack was going through a struggle of his own. It has been around six months inside the dungeon, as each day outside was a month inside this place. Jack had spent the past six months doing nothing but a physical workout. He didn't need to eat or sleep like normal inside this dungeon—something to do with the flow of time. He really did not understand that part; honestly, he couldn't care less. His own body as well had changed a lot, along with his physical combat skills. During these six months, he was supposed to do nothing but physically train, but he was able to convince the dungeon master that hand-to-hand combat and weapons training would also help develop his body in rather different ways. Oh yea Nhadiv who was the dungeon master of this dungeon had one job, to make jack a good blacksmith and seeing how he did not let jack pick up the hammer even once jack doubted that was gonna happen anytime soon. As the dungeon master watched Jack from the hologram, he sighed and said, "Stop."

"Huh, what now? I still have a few hours on my daily quote, and you legally can't add any more punishment training. If you try to, I swear I'll sue you." Jack said in an annoyed tone, but he has gotten pretty chill with the dungeon master after spending six months with him.

"No. But I think you are ready now to do actual blacksmithing." Hearing this, Jack's face lit up instantly.