EYES OF TRUTH!
MINION BERSERK!
CURSE OF DIARRHEA!
Upon unleashing his Diarrhea skill, a sudden and overwhelming wave of extreme discomfort swept through Morgrim’s party, causing each member to experience a profound and incapacitating unease that left them struggling to maintain their composure and effectiveness amidst the chaos.
“Now, Bony! Finish them off!” Zealot shouted, his voice loud and commanding.
The skeletal minion nodded in response. With Minion Berserk activated, a malevolent glint flickered in its eye sockets. The rage energy coursing through it made its eyes glow with eerie red. Enhanced by the buff of double speed and power, the skeletal warrior’s movements became a blur of lethal precision. It advanced with terrifying speed towards the now vulnerable Morgrim’s party, its bony limbs moving with a deadly grace.
In the chaos that ensued, Zealot and his newly evolved Skeleton Silver Warrior unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks. The armory room, once a place of order and preparation, was now a battlefield filled with clashing weapons and cries of pain.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Garik, known as the Destroyer of the party, found himself in a dire situation as he battled against the skeleton onslaught. Hindered by the Curse of Diarrhea, his efforts to lift his war hammer were strained and sluggish. With each swing, he fought against the weight of his affliction, barely managing to deflect the rapid strikes from Bony's blade. The skeletal warrior, now adorned with a new metallic sheen, proved to be tougher and more resilient than ever before, its attacks precise and relentless.
Despite his struggles with the severe discomfort, Garik gritted his teeth and summoned all his strength to swing his war hammer with determination. "I refuse to let this undead skeletal bastard overcome us! Keep fighting!"
Thalia, her daggers at the ready, darted towards Zealot with a fierce determination. "We can't let them take us down without a fight! Stay focused!"
Morgrim the party leader, his voice resonating with determination, bolstered his comrades' resolve. "Stay strong, my friends! We've faced tough odds before, but we've always emerged victorious! We'll show this necromancer and his skeleton minion what it means to mess with us!”
HORIZONTAL SLASH! VERTICAL SLASH! DIAGONAL SLASH!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
As the fierce battle raged in the grand armory room, each moment was critical. Zealot's strategy of using his Skeleton Silver Warrior and debilitating curse was proving effective, but Morgrim's party fought back with desperate resolve.
Amidst the chaos, Zealot's malevolent grin widened. "You're only prolonging the inevitable! Surrender now, and I might grant you all a mercifully quick death!" He prepared to unleash another barrage of spells, confident in his imminent victory.
As Zealot's menacing words echoed through the armory room, Morgrim's party refused to yield, their determination unshaken despite the odds stacked against them. They fought with unwavering resolve, their skills honed through years of battle and hardship.
‘Oh well, whatever,’ Zealot contemplated, a smirk of confidence playing across his lips. ‘After all, Bony is undead, blessed with limitless stamina and immune to fatigue. No matter their attempts, it's simply a waiting game until they inevitably confront their demise.’
HORIZONTAL SLASH! VERTICAL SLASH! DIAGONAL SLASH!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
CURSE OF DIARRHEA!
Zealot's confidence in his skeletal companion's endurance was well-founded. As the battle raged on, it became increasingly apparent that Morgrim's party was struggling to keep up with the relentless assault of the Skeleton Silver Warrior and the debilitating curse unleashed by Zealot.
Despite their best efforts, the party found themselves gradually being pushed back, their defenses weakening under the onslaught. Morgrim, ever the stalwart leader, rallied his companions, urging them to stand firm against Zealot and his minion.
"Stay focus, everyone! We can't afford to falter now!" Morgrim's voice cut through the chaos, imbuing his companions with renewed determination.
Thalia, her daggers flashing in the bright sunlight of the armory room, fought with a ferocity born of desperation. She darted and weaved through the melee, striking at the skeletal minion with precision and skill.
Garik, though hindered by the Curse of Diarrhea, refused to let the affliction deter him. With each swing of his colossal war hammer, he aimed to crush the undead menace that threatened his comrades.
The other five demon adventurers also joined in, their weapons flashing in the bright sunlight streaming through the towering windows of the armory room. With a unity forged through years of camaraderie and shared hardship, they fought as one, their movements coordinated and precise.
Meanwhile, Morgrim himself stood at the forefront of the battle, his sword raised high as he clashed with Zealot’s fists.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
"Just who in the world are you?! How can a necromancer possess such formidable physical strength?!" Morgrim demanded.
Zealot paid no heed to Morgrim's words, his attention fully captured by the sight of his skeletal minion. Amidst the chaos of battle, he couldn't help but marvel at his minion's unwavering dominance. It stood as a testament to its resilience and strength, effortlessly holding its ground against the relentless assault of the seven demon adventurers.
"You damn bastard! Who gave you the right to ignore me?!" Morgrim's voice thundered with fury, his anger igniting like a flame in the midst of the chaos.
"You talk too much. How about you turn around and see w—" Zealot's words halted abruptly.
"Shut the fuck up! Die, you son of a bitch!" Morgrim's voice pierced the air with venom.
"Idiot! All your friends are already dead. It’s pointless to continue this. You have lost, so just accept your fate," Zealot's tone remained calm, almost mocking.
"Ha! Nice try! You think I would fall for your lies?!" Morgrim's retort was filled with disdain.
Curious about whether Zealot was telling the truth, Morgrim couldn’t resist the urge to turn around for a quick look. What met his eyes was a scene straight from his darkest nightmares: blood splattered everywhere, his comrades strewn lifeless on the ground. It appeared that Bony had successfully eliminated them all.
Zealot's smirk widened as Morgrim's expression shifted from disbelief to horror. The truth of his words hit Morgrim like a physical blow, shattering his resolve and leaving him reeling in shock.
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"You see now, Morgrim? You're all alone. Your friends are dead, and there's nothing you can do to change that," Zealot taunted, his voice dripping with malice.
Morgrim's grip on his sword tightened, his knuckles turning white with fury. Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against him, a fierce determination flickered in his eyes.
"I may be alone, but I won't let their deaths be in vain!" Morgrim declared, his voice resounding with defiance. "I'll make sure you pay for what you've done!"
“Die!!!” With a roar of rage, Morgrim launched himself at Zealot, his sword swinging with deadly intent. Zealot met his attack head-on, his fists raised in readiness. Morgrim's blade clashed against Zealot's bare hands with a resounding clang, the force of the impact sending sparks flying.
CLANG!
‘Phew! Thank goodness my strength stats are high; otherwise, that attack would've been fatal. It appears that my strength stats not only boost my physical power, but they also toughen my body. This added toughness enhances my ability to withstand more damage, significantly improving my overall defense stats,’ Zealot thought.
Morgrim's eyes burned with rage and defiance. "I won’t let you win! Not after everything you've done!" With a guttural roar, he swung his sword with all his might, aiming to cleave Zealot in two.
HORIZONTAL SLASH!
CLANG!
Zealot caught the blade with his bare hands, his enhanced strength allowing him to withstand the blow. Though he was pushed back significantly and his palms began to bleed, such minor injuries weren’t enough to stop him.
"Alright, game’s over. Your time is up," Zealot declared with a steely calmness, his gaze shifting to his skeletal minion. "You've entertained me enough, but now it's time to end this!"
With a signal, Zealot commanded, "Finish him off, Bony!"
The skeletal minion, its eyes burning with a fierce, otherworldly light, nodded and responded to Zealot's command with unwavering obedience. With a menacing aura, it advanced toward Morgrim with fluid and precise movements.
WHOOSH!
With a swift and deadly strike, Bony's blade sliced through the air, aiming directly for Morgrim's exposed neck. The blow was executed with such precision and force that there was no time for Morgrim to react.
"No, it can't end like t—!!!" The scream was filled with raw emotion, a desperate plea for survival in the face of inevitable death. But it was too late. Bony's blade struck true, severing Morgrim's head from his body in a single clean motion.
[You have slain a total of eight Demon Adventurers!]
[Leveled Up!]
[Level: 73 >> 74]
[Skeleton’s Progression: 0% >> 8%]
[Strength: 225 >> 230]
With Morgrim's demise, the battle came to a decisive end. Zealot stood victorious amidst the carnage, his malevolent grin widening as he surveyed the scene. Bony, his loyal skeletal minion, stood at his side, its eyes burning with an otherworldly light.
"Now, onto the next floor," Zealot declared, his voice filled with determination. With a sense of purpose, he turned and strode out of the grand armory room, his skeletal minion following faithfully at his side.
As nighttime approached, the tower defense challenge commenced.
[Bloodmoon Tower 4th Floor Quest: Locate the portal door leading to the 5th floor.]
[Time Limit: None]
The tower defense challenge was a tricky quest; no matter how many monsters adventurers vanquished, reaching the 5th floor remained unattainable unless they hunted down the Goblin King, the mini-boss monster guarding this floor. Only the Goblin King held the key to accessing the 5th floor.
Having knowledge of the novel, Zealot knew precisely where to locate and eliminate the Goblin King. It often manifested just behind a horde of monsters, positioned at the farthest rear.
RAAARRRR!!!
KRAARRRR!!!
GRAARRRR!!!
Standing at the highest point of the fortress tower, Zealot and his skeletal minion scanned the approaching horde of monsters below. It didn't take long before they spotted a massive 25-foot creature — unmistakably the Goblin King they were after.
“There it is, Bony!” Zealot pointed at the Goblin King. “Alright, you know what to do, right, Bony?”
The skeletal minion nodded, its eyes glowing red with excitement at the prospect of facing the mini-boss monster.
“Very well, show the Goblin King what you've got!” Zealot yelled, commanding his minion.
WHOOSH!
Without hesitation, Bony leaped from the fortress tower, landing heavily on the ground, and immediately charged straight toward the Goblin King.
THUD!
CHARGE!
Meanwhile, Zealot nonchalantly departed from the tower and made his way down into the fortress underground. He was confident that his newly evolved Skeleton Silver Warrior was more than capable of handling the horde of monsters and the Goblin King alone. Now, all he had to do was remain hidden in the fortress's depths until the battle concluded.
25 minutes later…
Ding!
[You have slain the Goblin King!]
[Skeleton’s Progression: 8% >> 13%]
"As expected, it seems even the Goblin King was no match for Bony," Zealot murmured to himself.
With the Goblin King's death, Zealot no longer felt the need to hide and emerged from the grand underground hall. The moment he stepped outside, he was confronted by a horde of hungry Goblins.
RAAARRRR!!!
KRAARRRR!!!
GRAARRRR!!!
"Tch! I have no time for you guys!” Zealot exclaimed, swiftly dodging the goblins' attacks as he forced his way out of the fortress.
EYES OF TRUTH!
CURSE OF DIARRHEA!
The goal was to leave the 4th floor swiftly. To accomplish this, Zealot had to enter the portal to the 5th floor, which was situated directly above the Goblin King’s lifeless body.
Soon, Bony arrived at the grand fortress to assist Zealot. Together, they departed the fortress and made their way to where the Goblin King’s lifeless body lay. Upon reaching their destination, they swiftly entered the glowing blue portal and ascended from the 4th floor.
BLINK!
Zealot and his skeletal minion emerged onto the 5th floor of the Bloodmoon Tower, their forms bathed in the bright light of the portal. As the shimmer of the portal faded, they found themselves standing in a vast, sunlit desert. The silence was a stark contrast to the chaotic battle they had just left behind.
***
A few days later, on the final 10th floor…
Although several days have passed within the hidden dungeon or Bloodmoon Tower, only a few minutes have elapsed outside in the main dungeon.
"Status window!" Zealot exclaimed.
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Name: Zealot Dragonite
Title: Demon King
Race: Demon
Class: Classless
Level: 76 (D-Class)
HP: 3700/3700
MP: 1850/1850
Strength: 235
Agility: 145
Magic Power: 5
[Skills:]
- Eyes Of Truth
- Curse of Diarrhea
- Skeleton Silver Warriors [Max summons: Two] [Current Progression: 37%]
- Minion Berserk
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The setting on the 10th floor was an expansive underground gladiator arena, filled with a variety of features. It boasted several large fountains of water, rows of seats, statues of colossal vampires, and a multitude of colorful vibrant flowers. A substantial crack in the ceiling allowed beams of sunlight to filter through, casting bright, focused rays that illuminated some areas of the arena with a radiant glow, while other parts remained shrouded in shadow, creating a striking and enchanting contrast.
[Bloodmoon Tower 10th Floor Final Quest: Defeat the Vampire King and his Royal Vampire Knights.]
[Time Limit: 120 minutes]
These vampires were unlike the ones typically depicted in movies, who were vulnerable to sunlight. In this world, sunlight posed no threat to them; they were completely unaffected by its rays, making them even more formidable and unique.
The stakes were higher than ever as Zealot stood in the grand underground arena of the 10th floor, the air filled with a sense of foreboding. His eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the majestic yet eerie atmosphere of the arena. The sunlight streaming through the ceiling’s crack seemed almost surreal in contrast with the dark, menacing presence of the statues and the vibrant colors of the flowers. Every detail seemed designed to heighten the tension and drama of the impending battle.
With his Skeleton Silver Warrior by his side, Zealot prepared for the final confrontation. His gaze fixed on the far end of the arena, where thirteen colossal thrones awaited. There, the Vampire King and eleven of his Royal Vampire Knights were seated.
These vampires were not only immune to sunlight but also immense in size. The Vampire King, a towering figure at 40 feet, exuded an aura of supreme power and arrogance, his presence alone enough to send chills down any opponent’s spine. Surrounding him were the eleven Royal Vampire Knights, each standing at 25 feet tall, their eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.
"Are you ready, Bony?" Zealot asked, his voice resonating with confidence. His skeletal minion, now even more imposing with its skeletal frame and glowing red eyes, nodded in response, its movements fluid and purposeful.
"Alright. But first, let's improve our visibility,” Zealot declared, his voice echoing through the arena. With a powerful leap, he soared into the air, his muscles tensing as he ascended. He then punched the arena ceiling with tremendous force, the impact resonating through the space, causing dust and debris to shower down.
LEAP!
CRACK!
RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!