"Gah!" A Monster screamed.
Its limbs were torn apart. Slowly and surely, it was forced to witness the seperation of its arms and legs from his torso and waist. It was a human-like monster. Found in mythologies throughout the ages.
They call it the Cyclops. However, this monster appeared to be far superior. A hybrid born between the cyclops and some horny devil gave birth to him.
"Oh right, you wouldn't die unless your heart is pierced" Mitsuha mumbled as though it was a mere annoyance.
The rocks and ashes that laid on the ground were forcefully ripped out of its base. Forming something akin to that of a spear, before stabbing into the heart of the cyclops.
"Oh right. Wood." MItsuha mumbled to herself as she saw the cyclops continue to scream in pain.
From her inventory, out came a math textbook. Needlessly thick and yet still doesn't explains its contents. It was pretty much just a hassle.
"Goodbye" She smiled like a devil. Merciless and hammering the math textbook into the heart.
Which floor were they on again?
The ground was littered with the corpses of the monsters, as a small group of people stood in the middle of them.
"Congratulations!" a voice called out.
"The 8th floor awaits!" it continued.
A portal appeared out of thin air, as the group unhesistantly steps into it.
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Benedict woke up.
His forehead was filled with beads of sweat.
He had a nightmare. He knew he had one. Yet he couldn't remember what exactly it was about.
With a sigh, Benedict made his way up from the bed.
He thought that taking a rest would help him recover to some extent, however, it apperaed to have taken a toll on him instead.
"I have to get to the hell train" he urged himself.
Dragging along his body, he quickly refracted away the light around him, and made his way out into the city.
Again, random Devil's began to attack his direction. He avoided them.
"Hurry up! The hell train is going to leave soon!" Benedict heard some devil's shout.
Then, he realised that around half the population was making a dash towards a certain direction.
"This is the only way to the mortal world! Faster!"
He also heard something that tempted him.
He could escape this place. If he stayed on that train, he could probably go back.
He found himself running.
Into the closing gaps of the door to a train that rivals the size of the entire city, Benedict managed to rush in with the doors barely closing behind him.
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"DEVILS AND ALL THAT HAS ENTERED! WELCOME TO THE HELL TRAIN!" an announcement was made, as Dominic found himself inside the train filled with rather nice looking seats. It stretched all the way through the entire columm, as he saw devils taking their seats.
There was an elevator as well, leading to the different segregation of floors in the train itself.
"We hope you have a pleasent journey!" the announcer finished.
[4:20:53:63] Benedict noticed the sign that shone on the banner placed at the top of the roof.
He asumed that it meant that there was 4 days left, before the next stop.
4 days 20 hours, 53 minutes and 63 seconds.
That was how long he had to keep his ability running non stop. But it could be alot longer. After all, he had to get off on the 2nd stop.
Then began Benedicts most horrific ride of his life.
A few devils began to attack him.
He then noticed that the train was kept at a rather cool tempreature.
"My my, what do we have here?" in a room consisting of at least a hundred devils, Benedict was the center of attention.
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"Noooooo. I'll do anything! Let me sleep longer~" a certain archpriest grabbed the helm of the hotel bed, as she started to cry out.
"We have to go NOW" Kitzuma, a certain ordinary adventurer replied.
As he was rejected with a kick, the adventurer could only be found situated on the floor after colliding with the walls of the room.
"Why do you demostrate such needless strength now?!" he complained to no one in particular.
"Let me sleep" with a huff, the archpriest covered herself under the bedsheets.
"!"
"Looks like we have no choice then. Alright Rachel, we'll leave her here to fit the bill, let's go" he told the magician who proclaims to only be able to use fire magic.
"!!"
A certain Perlin was alerted.
"I've slept enough! See you all at the lobby!" and she dashed out of the room immediately.
"Doesn't she realise that it was already paid for by Dominic yesterday?" Kitzuma could only sigh at her idiocy.
With that, the entire group was gathered at the lobby of the hotel.
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"So, let us continue" Dominic declared, as the group could only follow him regretfully.
Yesterday, they had already taken care of their equipment at the blacksmiths's, eaten their fill at a local restraunt and even had a good night's rest. So there was pratically no reason to be able to put their adventure on a hold anymore.
With that, the toturous fun and exciting journey was going to begin for the adventurers again.
Hey Dominic.
Don't you ever get tired? That was what the adventurers cried out mentally, as the trudged along to cross some grassy plains.
"This place is relatively peaceful, with about nothing dangerous and usually slimes and harmless creatures grace this place." the guild member gave an overlook of the place.
"However, its said that there was a gigantic worm beast that burries itself underground and preys on unsuspecting newbie adventurers" as though he jinxed it, a giant death worm at least 5 meters in length and 1 meter in diameter burst out of the ground and headed straight towards their direction.
"Lightning!"
"Fireball"
The two magicians immediately reacted.
However, the magic simply appeared to brush off the creature like it was nothing.
"Oh right, it has a high magic resistance, as well as its poisonous skin and deadly speed and strength" the guild member casually told them.
"WHAT KIND OF PERSON PUTS END LEVEL MONSTERS AT A NEWBIE TOWN!" Kitzuma complained.
The magic swordsman rushed forward, and attempted to slice at the beast.
Only to be pathetically blown aside easily.
"If I die, tell my father and mother that I love them and that to my childhood friend as well..." the crusader stood infront of the beast, shielding the magician behind with her life.
Dominic took out a sniper and shot it through the beast, piercing it from the front to the back. The beast collapsed pathetically, before even touching the crusader.
The only casualty appeared to be the magic swordsman.
"Isn't that great? Now you can tell them that you love them yourself!" the archpriest with no ill intent told her.
To which, the crusader collapsed on the ground in shame.
"What's wrong? Did the poison hit you?" the archpriest asked worriedly.
"Let's go" Dominic said, as he took the lead once again.
"Wait a minute..."
"You can fight all along?!' Kitzuma wanted to scream.
Ignoring that, Dominic carried on, as the magicswordsman was healed along the way.
Some distance in, Dominic muttered under his breath.
"Couldn't we have rented a carraige at the previous town?"
Striking the adventurers with realization of their folly, the group carried on in a self-blaming mood.