“Oh, and one more thing,” Master Drelak said, his voice cold and commanding. “I don’t want anyone to learn of our plan. Ensure that all the adventurers are eliminated first before you capture the Succubus Queen. Remember, I will not tolerate any mistakes. Should anyone from outside uncover my existence, I will have no choice but to activate the bone slave-collar and sacrifice both of you."
The gravity of Master Drelak’s words hung heavily in the air. Both Sasha and Zealot swallowed hard, their faces momentarily betraying their apprehension. The threat of the bone slave-collar—a device of such dread that its mere mention made their blood run cold—lingered in their minds.
After a tense silence, they collected themselves, the fear giving way to steely resolve. Sasha straightened her posture and met Drelak’s gaze with a fierce determination. “Yes, Master,” she replied, her voice unwavering despite the tremor of anxiety beneath. “We will ensure that no one learns of our plan. The adventurers will be dealt with, and the Succubus Queen will be captured without fail.”
Zealot, his expression a mask of grim resolve, nodded in agreement. “We understand the consequences, Master. You can count on us to execute your will.”
Master Drelak’s piercing gaze assessed their commitment, satisfied by their renewed determination. With a curt nod, he dismissed them, and the echo of their footsteps as they exited the grand throne room was a stark reminder of the dire consequences that would befall anyone who failed to meet Master Drelak's expectations.
With the Event Dungeon only a few days away, Zealot and Sasha realized they had a brief window of time to recuperate. Deciding to make the most of it, they promptly retreated to their respective personal rooms, seeking the comfort and privacy they needed to fully unwind. The days ahead promised to be intense, so they took advantage of this moment to rest their bodies and clear their minds. Whether lounging quietly or indulging in simple, leisurely activities, they allowed themselves a rare moment of calm before the inevitable chaos of the upcoming event dungeon.
Meanwhile, in the grand royal throne room, Drelak set his sinister plan into motion, slowly absorbing the life force from each of the slaves. One by one, he seized them by the neck, lifting them effortlessly into the air as they squirmed in vain. With a cold, merciless expression, he drained away their life essence, watching as their bodies grew weaker by the second. The throne room seemed to darken with each victim as Drelak continued his wicked task without a hint of remorse, leaving behind nothing but lifeless bodies scattered across the throne floor.
“Noooooo! Help me—!” one slave’s voice cut through the oppressive silence, full of terror.
“S-Spare meeee!” another slave begged, their cries filled with desperation and despair.
“Have mercy—!” a third pleaded, their voice breaking under the strain of their anguish.
The thirteen boss monster generals gathered alongside Drelak, forming a formidable alliance. United in their dark purpose, they began draining the life force from the slaves, their combined power growing stronger with every victim they claimed.
This disturbing display of strength was made possible because Drelak had generously bestowed his absorption skill upon his generals. He had done so as a token of gratitude for their unwavering loyalty, granting them this dark gift to enhance their power and cement their allegiance. As they absorbed the life essence, the grand throne room echoed with the eerie silence of their growing might, a grim testament to their shared malevolence.
Several days later…
After draining the life force from countless slaves, Lich King Drelak and his thirteen boss monster generals experienced a tremendous boost in power. This newfound strength coursed through them, amplifying both their physical prowess and dark abilities.
However, the true extent of their dark victory didn’t stop there. The 100,000 lifeless slave bodies left behind were not wasted; they were transformed into a vast legion of skeletal warriors, marching in unwavering loyalty to Drelak’s will. This twisted army, infused with dark magic, now stands as an unstoppable force, poised to obliterate anyone who dares to oppose them.
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“Hahaha! With this boost of power, I could easily crush an A-Class Adventurer now!” one of the boss monster generals exclaimed.
“That’s right! I can feel my power overflowing! Kekeke! Ah, I can’t wait to test it out in future battles!” another added eagerly.
“Muahahaha! This is awesome! I can feel my power skyrocketing after absorbing the slaves’ life force!” a third roared with delight.
“Indeed! Our enemies won’t stand a chance against us now. We’ll show them just how formidable we’ve become!” another general declared confidently.
The thirteen boss monster generals were not only satisfied but beyond content with their newfound power. Nevertheless, they never forgot that this was only possible thanks to Master Drelak. Naturally, they were deeply grateful and always made sure to praise and give full credit to their master.
Before setting out for the soon-to-open Event Dungeon, Zealot and Sasha made a final visit to the grand throne room to inform their master of their departure. After conveying their message and offering a respectful bow, they left Zealot Castle. With their farewell completed, they began their journey to the location of the upcoming Event Dungeon.
As soon as Sasha and Zealot had departed, the atmosphere in the grand throne room shifted dramatically. Master Drelak, flanked by the thirteen formidable boss monster generals, erupted into a chorus of malicious laughter. Their grins, twisted with dark amusement, spoke volumes about their sinister intentions.
It was as if they harbored a malevolent anticipation, eagerly hoping for some catastrophic misfortune to befall the departing duo. Their eyes glinted with a dangerous gleam, and their laughter echoed ominously through the throne room, creating a stark contrast to the respectful farewells just moments before. The air seemed to thicken with a palpable sense of foreboding as they reveled in their hidden plans, plotting the cruel twists of fate awaiting Sasha and Zealot.
Naturally, Zealot was aware of their sinister plot through his mind-reading ability, but the bone collar around his neck rendered him powerless to act. Meanwhile, Sasha, who lacked the ability to read minds but was guided by her sharp intuition, sensed that Master Drelak was just using the Event Dungeon as a mere pretext to get rid of them. Unfortunately, despite their awareness of the impending danger, they both realized that there was nothing they could do to alter their grim fate.
A few hours passed…
Within the Event Dungeon, high in the brilliant blue sky, a colossal floating island emerged, revealing a sprawling palace and garden as vast as a small city. This immense realm, brimming with vibrant flora and opulent luxury, extended endlessly. It featured enormous gardens filled with colorful flowers, towering vibrant trees, lush grasses, and grand fountains.
The palace itself was massive and imposing, its grandeur accentuated by the sheer scale of its design. At the center of this grand structure lay a magnificent, vast throne room, where the 50-foot titan Succubus Queen awaited the adventurers, radiating both beauty and formidable magic.
A total of 10,000 demon adventurers gathered outside the colossal entrance gate of the grand palace, their anticipation palpable. Though the Event Quest had not yet started, their eyes were drawn to the view through the towering gate. Beyond, they could already glimpse the expansive royal garden that awaited them.
The grand garden, a sprawling display of beauty and nature, was filled with vibrant flora and regal splendor. The adventurers were captivated by the sight, their awe evident as they marveled at the vast, royal garden that stretched out before them. The lush greenery, intricate floral arrangements, and serene beauty of the garden seemed almost magical, leaving the adventurers spellbound as they awaited the start of the Event Quest.
“Look at that!” one demon adventurer exclaimed, eyes wide. “It’s like something out of a dream!”
Another added, “I’ve never seen a garden so magnificent! The colors are so vivid, it’s almost surreal!”
The lush greenery, intricate floral arrangements, and serene beauty of the royal garden seemed almost magical. The grand fountains, with their ornate designs and cascading waters, added to the garden's splendor. “This place is incredible!” one adventurer exclaimed, eyes wide with wonder. “I can’t wait to explore and raid it!”
While the other demon adventurers were filled with excitement and happiness, Zealot and Sasha stood apart, visibly upset. The contrast was stark: the majority of participants had eagerly entered the Event Dungeon willingly, thrilled by the prospect of the adventure ahead.
In contrast, Zealot and Sasha had been coerced into entering the Event Dungeon, their faces reflecting a mix of frustration and resentment. Unlike their enthusiastic peers, who had embraced the opportunity with open arms, Zealot and Sasha had been forced to participate against their will, a fact that weighed heavily on their spirits.