In a room guarded by two soldiers, you can see a person as he throws all kinds of documents around his room as he is extremely angry.

His plans were overturned by the emperor, and he realized the information was not only sold to them but also to another who leaked it to the media.

He was in such a hurry he did not silence the person who had the information, and now everything went against his plan.

If they were the first to raid the guilds, he could take their dark past and use it to blackmail them to work for him, but the emperor did, and they most likely will be held by the emperor.

More enemies than allies, as the last remaining neutrals are the associations, but those are not something he can touch.

Those guys are even more scared of getting caught, so they do everything to erase their dark past.

As he calmed down after throwing so many documents around and making a mess out of the room, he needed to make his next plan.

The only way to do so is by having the emperor's guards reduced.

But the emperor won’t let his guards or soldiers under his command die in such a low-level dungeon.

His only option is if the dungeon is damaging the emperor's image or causing such a level of casualties that his soldiers must respond to it.

A new plan manifested in his mind as he knew about a banned item that would put anyone on a death sentence if revealed or used.

With a new plan, he started drawing up his plans for what to do next.

***

Back to our mc.

Just as I thought the situation was getting interesting, the raiders stopped and accused each other of being monsters.

It’s not like the situation is against me, as I like how they live in fear every day as they barely sleep at night, not knowing who is a monster and who is not.

I wanted to see them fight against the monsters in the sea, but it looks like I have to give up on that.

Enjoying the view as they fought amongst themselves and saw my terror points rising like a rocket and not stopping as it passed 3000 and is already approaching 4000.

But what surprised me was that a new group of raiders came in with different clothes from before. All military personnel wore green clothes. They were more trained for group fights and were stricter in their move too.

Unlike the sandcastle, before they were united, this is even more fun.

What would soldiers do when they rely much more on high command than actual orders and their commanders turn into monsters that kill their soldiers?

Others might not see it, but I can see the greed in their eye for glory.

Be better than others, they would do anything. They might even personally honor their fallen teammates by taking their equipment or their belongings and using it to give a funeral for them.

Slowly, but surely, over time this will tick up and go off in a big explosion.

I can even see the previous captains being detained and escorted out of the dungeon.

Most of their soldiers stayed back and went under military command.

Even though the military arrived, the situation did not quiet down, as the people were still scared of others being monsters, and they did not trust the military that much, as I can see among them. The only reason they follow the orders is that the military people are more equipped and have not fought for days to be exhausted mentally.

Yes, the raid went on for 3 days until now.

“Ahhhh!” A scream erupted. I was surprised where it came from.

When I found out, it turned out Vorzath captured a human while he was on the Fifth Floor and brought him back.

“My lord, I have brought back a present.” Vorzath came into my room while dragging a person who was paralyzed. His voice died down, but his eyes still darted around where he was.

“Why did you bring a human here?” I could only ask as I was puzzled by Vorzath's actions.

“My lord, I saw you enjoying them being tortured, so I want you to demonstrate the new form of art I mastered.” I could see light sparkling in Vorzath's eye as he bowed towards me, awaiting my approval so he could demonstrate his skills to me.

“Then show me your skill, but don’t disappoint me,” I said this as I turned my attention away from the screen towards Vorzath as both Selene and Varrick were next to me watching what Vorzath would do.

Soon Vorzath, hearing my approval, beamed with a smile as he started his work on his new art.

First, he skinned the person alive, as I can see the tears flowing from his eye, but did not pass out as Vorzath did, so not enough pain assaulted the brain, but he will get used to it over time, resulting in him not passing out and not experiencing the last moments of his life.

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Second, he pulled out his tendons and inwards, and this was enough for the person to die, but not without a great pain.

His greatest regret might be to come to this dungeon.

After the person died, Vorzath was a bit surprised at his dying so soon, as this was likely not planned, but he continued it after a shrug.

Soon he used the person's skin as he removed the front of the chest and pasted it with his skin as he decorated his body with his inwards.

I must say artistic? Not being able to describe properly would be bad, but the person dying so soon was a letdown.

“It was great, but the person died too soon, resulting in, I think, the art losing its process of beauty.” As I stated, Vorzath lowered his head in shame as he failed even though he practiced a lot, but when he presented it, he made a mistake and killed the person before he was supposed to die.

“You brought such shame to the Lord Vorzath.” Said Selena and Varrick, nodding in acknowledgment as both awaited my final judgment and did not dare to comment as they waited for what I would say before they agreed or disagreed.

For them, my opinion is the final nail in the coffin of what is good and bad.

Regardless of whether something is considered ugly or beautiful, my opinion will influence how they perceive it. Over time, they will learn from my taste and use it as a reference, shaping their taste in art and similar matters to align more closely with mine.

As for the person, he was put on a pedestal for me to watch for all of eternity.

There are many I can see and some that are still alive, and they have lifeless eyes, but these are the ones I got bored with, so I removed them.

What’s the point of keeping a piece of art if it no longer brings you the same feelings it once did?

It has lost its value, like when someone damages a painting. No longer as valuable and memorable as it was once.

While I was busy reevaluating my art, so were others busy too with conquering the Fifth Floor.

The military once took power and learned the information about the floor, soon they also gained the problems the previous batch faced.

Soon it became a deadlock as the military had no way of possibly conquering the dungeon with their current equipment and preparation.

They thought at first that when they came in, they would reap the hard work of others, only to realize they had to do the hard work of others.

So what comes next? They cannot retreat, as that would waste all the time and manpower that this whole raid consumed, and who will take the blame? But they cannot just stay here, as people's frustration will build up over time the longer they stay here, and with chaos brewing everywhere, so is their time limited.

The military people came in not long ago and have great pride in themselves and view others as nothing more than insignificant losers.

So the tension slowly started to build up between the new group and the old, leading to small clashes.

Thanks to the Devil’s Temptation skill, soon more and more people turned into demons, wreaking havoc amongst people.

This situation turned so chaotic the military had to kill people as they rebelled against them. They claimed they were being locked up there, and they were not wrong, as the military wanted to find out why and how people turned into monsters.

For them, sacrificing some outsiders is worth it, and they are also the opposite in faction politics.

But this situation was getting worse and worse until it met its breaking point.

***

Every day I try to sleep, I can hear voices in my head each time I go through the dead people's belongings, asking me to take them with me as they are dead and no one will know they truly belong to that person.

I asked the priest to cast spells on me as I could feel I was going crazy, but they shooed me away and called me crazy.

Until I could no longer hold back and took an item from a dead person and the voices went quiet, I could finally rest.

But soon they returned to haunt me even more.

So I took more and more until I did not even need to hear the voices to steal the equipment of the dead. I just did it by instinct.

Feeling my changes, I wanted to quit the raid and return to the back home, but the military denied it, and I was forced to stay here.

Walking between the tents, I can see people looking outside their tents alert to any slight noise that might sound.

No one can bear it for long. I can see the stress and fear built up in the people.

Even my hands started shaking, and the only thing that could calm my mind down was my sword as I put my hand on the hilt.

As I walked, I saw some gold coins on the floor, and without any thought of why they were there, I grabbed them and put them away.

Every coin felt like a ton as it weighed down on my mind.

I can feel something is changing as if the air has become more evil.

Not knowing how to express myself, I could only lie down, but I couldn’t sleep as I saw eyes eye my belongings in the dark.

So I can only stay up and guard it.

But I did not have to wait long as I heard footsteps, and soon it reached my tent. I picked up my sword and shield and readied myself for battle.

Soon a sword burst through the tent as I used my shield to block it and jump out.

Seeing the attacker having bloodshot eyes as he charges at me.

I blocked his sword with my shield as I deflected his attacks and thrust my sword through his chest.

He looked at me with his eyes pleading to end his life, but he had a crazed face in his last dying moments.

He did not dodge or defend my attack as he took it with full force.

As if he wished to die. Not knowing what to do, I realized I already was searching his body for any valuables.

Distancing myself and looking at my bloodied hands at what I was doing, my body moved on its own.

Not caring about what I did, it moved forward to loot his body.

I felt my vision darkening as only the gold and gems on his body kept the light in my eyes.

Knowing this was my only way to keep myself sane, I had to gather more as I felt I was going crazy.

With no choice, I attacked the tent closest to mine, and the person inside was prepared for my attack as he deflected my attack, but he wasn’t faring better as he had bloodshot eyes too.

Not as crazed as me or the person who attacked me, but serious enough.

I saw him raising his axe high to chop me down, but using my shield, I blocked it.

Feeling the pain in my heart as I saw my expensive shield being damaged made me angry for no reason at this point where I wished his whole lineage died out this moment.

As we fought, so were others around too. A crazed fight started all around the camp for others' loot.

For others, this might look like a bunch of greedy bastards trying to hoard all the loot for themselves, but for those experiencing it firsthand, this was the last way to keep themselves sane from going insane.

Everyone knew if they didn’t steal others' loot, they would lose themselves to the abyss that awaits everyone first.

With this, the final straw broke, plunging the whole raid into a frenzy of killing each other.

The military tried to calm down the situation, but what awaited them was many demons emerging and people turning against each other, no matter what the relation between them, they killed each other even for a copper coin.

Even the proud soldiers felt cold feet from this massacre that was happening between them, and many lost their so-burning fighting spirit as they knew these people were humans not long ago, but they were all monsters.

Will they turn into monsters too if they stay in this dungeon for too long? This situation, which was first an experience of the military leaders, turned into a blunder that resulted in the raid's end and almost all the original people who participated in it dying in this gruesome fight to the last man.