"Oh, god this sh@! hurts so god da#% much, for fu#%$ sake can I catch a break you ugly c@#ks," Said a teenager while trying his best to limp away from some wolves that looked to be wounded but were hot on his tail while howling. "Dammit, this can't be how I go. I still need to feed my mom and sister!" He said after finding a dead end and placing his back against it while holding up his sword covered in blood while the other one laid by his side and didn't move.

Looking at his left hand it was mangled and barely hanging on to a piece of flesh, where it was mangled was a burn to stop the bleeding. "Ignite!" he yelled out while pointing his sword at the wolves and then in the next instant there was a fireball that formed at the tip before barreling towards the wolves that weren't able to move out of the way since they were so bunched up together.

Soon there were wines and barking as most of them got caught on fire, though the ones he missed ran forward. "F%$k," He said while holding his sword firmly in his hand though that was to just make the wolves second guess for a second. The ball of useless fire was his last-ditch effort to get out of this with his life. Right now his eyes were swimming from the mana exhaustion, and the decent amount of blood he had lost from earlier.

"Ah!" He screamed out when he felt the familiar pain that had taken his left hand away now coming from his leg. "Fu@#er!" He yelled out while swinging his sword where the pain was coming from. He was rewarded with a yelp, and the wolf that had a death grip on his leg let go. "Take that you stupid mu!-" He tried to yell out before something grabbed his throat and started to shake his head around while ripping through it.

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'Nonononononononononono!!!' Were his final thoughts before everything turned dark. All that he could feel was hot and cold as his body spasmed while being eaten by the monster that was from the thirteenth floor. This is the life of an adventurer, especially when you party up with the wrong people. Sure before this whole mess, they were friends or people that you would hang out with. But when put in a life or death situation you don't know what people are willing to do.

"Death wave," Soon a woman in a cloak said while holding out her hand to the wolves enjoying their meal, soon they dropped to the floor and not moving. "Oh, it must be my lucky day. I have a fresh corpse for the spell," She said in a cheery tone while getting to work on some circle that she was drawing around him before writing the runes on the edges, and then cutting her hand with a dagger. The blood then landed on the circle and it started to glow bright red.

"Still don't know why they decided to make a spell where you have to put the blood of a virgin on it but hey, at least I don't have to go looking for the stuff," She said while whipping away a single tear.

"Erhebe dich und werde der ultimative Untote," She said, chanting some spell, and some dark magic came out of her hand. It floated around a bit in the circle before seeping into the corpse.

The woman then fell onto her knees and seemed to be sweating a lot. "That was way more mana than the book said that it needed," She said with a weird look before focusing on the corpse and watching it get up.

"What the h@#%," The man said while looking at himself. "Didn't I die?" He said before looking at the woman cloaked in a dark robe beside him. "F@$#," He said realizing what just happened.