This fucking hurts!
Bug’s body screams at her as her changes finally finishes and everything heals, blood coating her limbs and her face where the changes had been too much to be contained within her body.
Regretfully, she doesn’t get another Level of Pain Tolerance for this, but Bug has hardly any time to worry about this, nor her pain.
Her Undead Brood Mother is currently getting thrown around like a rag doll by the much larger Cleaner. If it wasn’t for the Undead’s ability to continue moving, even after their body is torn and broken, then the fight over there would have ended almost instantly.
As Bug is hurtling across a sea of spiders, she gives one last look around before she has to engage the enemy.
Her birds had been successful in their mission, and despite having thrown their un-lives away, they had managed to take down quite the number of spiders with them. All around the arena, the corpses of spiders begin to rise from the dead, brought back into un-life by the Undead curse. They immediately turn on their own kind, biting their fellow spider by the legs and dragging them down to the ground to tear them apart, further adding to their numbers.
It doesn’t take long until the arena is filled with the chaos of spiders fighting spiders, helping to drag some of the attention away from the pocket of humans and Bug’s own forces.
And then she is in the thick of it, kicking off of the ground with her monstrous rear legs as she aims for the spiked back of the Cleaner.
As Bug slams into its back, the Cleaner manages to rip a leg off of the Undead Brood Mother, tossing aside the twitching limb before going in for another bite. Uncaring about the damage or the lost limb, the Brood Mother doesn’t stop fighting as it tries to grapple with the cleaner, biting against its hard shell and trying to sting it with the large paralytic stinger on its rear end.
Bug runs across the back of the cleaner, moving to avoid the thrashing of her own giant zombie as it fights desperately against a stronger and larger foe.
Where the heck should I hit this thing? Assassination isn’t even telling me where to aim! Ah, fuck it, let’s just try the eyes!
Bug sprints, her clawed limbs scraping against the black shell of the Cleaner as she runs on all fours, her weaponized limbs trying to hack into the back of the thing as she moves, but simply bouncing off without leaving so much as a mark.
The Cleaner manages to wrestle the Undead Brood Mother on to its back just as Bug is reaching its head. Dodging a flailing limb from her zombie as it scrapes over the back of Cleaner, Bug goes for the first eye that she can reach, striking out with everything that she has.
Striking the blood-red cover of the eye, her blades clatter off of its crystalline surface in a rain of sparks, only managing to leave some light scratches on the ruby-like surface.
The Cleaner pauses for a second just as it is about to sink its fangs into the Undead Brood Mother, the full weight of its attention shifting to Bug as something inside of the eye moves to look at her.
Bug involuntarily freezes up in fright, her instincts screaming at her as she is locking eyes with a much larger predator.
That one second is enough of a mistake for the Cleaner to strike, one of its front limbs moving at frightening speeds to scrape her off of its face.
Bug curses as she regains control over herself, but it is already too late by the time she starts to move, the massive limb of the Cleaner, filling her vision like a wall.
The ground beneath her shakes as the Brood Mother strikes up and bites onto the head of the Cleaner, grabbing onto and grappling onto the Cleaner with its remaining legs.
The sudden movement from below manages to knock Bug off balance, the scraping leg passing a bit higher than it was. When it hits her, Bug just barely manages to wrap her limbs up in front of her to take the blow.
With the crack of breaking bones, Bug goes flying through the air, tumbling end over end before crashing to the ground, exploding a couple of spiders that get in her path as she plows through them like a cannon ball.
“NNNNnnnnnnnnAAAAAaaaaahhhhhh!!! “Become Weapon!”
Laying on the ground with four broken arms, a snapped in half wing, and a missing leg, Bug curses in pain as her magic does its work and forces her limbs to rapidly regenerate and heal.
I just have to protect my body and my head! Nothing else matters!
With a series of loud cracks and snaps, her limbs move back into place, her leg finishing regrowing as she forces herself back to all fours.
Smacking aside some spiders that were trying to take advantage of her being down, tentacles working to keep her body safe from searching fangs, Bug looks around the battlefield and lets herself smile a bit as blood trickles down from her mouth. Her freshly enhanced vision allowing her to see in the dark and watch all of the fighting spiders.
A quick check of her mana shows that it is quickly regenerating. Death is filling this place to the brim. It is to the point that she can practically feel as it is laughing in all of this carnage, the mana in the air practically singing as spiders rip spiders apart and more Undead are raised from the constantly spreading curse.
“Turn Undead!” Bug screams as she points out across the battlefield with a clawer finger.
With this place being full of Death, the System happily acts upon her will and slams her mana into the bodies of every Undead that her gaze passes over, instantly claiming large chunks of the Undead forces under her command as her mana drops like a rock before instantly starting to refill again towards her new lowered cap.
“Kill that thing!!!” She orders, a clawed finger aimed towards the Cleaner as it is fighting to dislodge the Brood Mother from its body.
All of the Undead, besides those protecting the humans, immediately turn and charge for the Cleaner, running over any still living spider that gets in their way and biting them as they pass.
As the Cleaner rampages and drags around the zombie wrapped around its neck, the little zombie spiders get trampled and crushed by the dozens as they stream towards the much larger spider and try to jump onto its legs.
Bug continues to turn any Undead she can grab to her side or raising more from the hundreds of corpses laying around, sending them streaming towards the Cleaner as her own endless tide, her mana in her core draining and refilling over and over again as Death laughs in her ear, a splitting headache tearing through her head as she continues to push more and more.
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Bug pushes through the pain and moves, charging at the giant spider as her minions start to gain ground and cover its massive body.
The Undead try to bite into the shell of the Cleaner, but their fangs break uselessly against it, their poisons spilling down the sides of its armor without purchase. Even the hoarfrost from the Brood Mother is doing little to slow down the Dungeon’s monstrous creation.
Climbing up the body of the thing, Bug sees as it continues to bite into the Brood Mother, tearing out chunks of Undead flesh with every bite.
“Go for the mouth and be eaten! Force yourselves down its throat if you can!!! Grow Death Fungous! Make Deadly Poison!”
Pushing her Death core further and draining it yet again, Bug covered her zombies in a rainbow of colorful mushrooms that smell of apples and cinnamon, and deathly green poison that reeks of the ting of death, black swirls flowing across its surface.
Quickly moving to jump away from the infected zombies, Bug pulls a towel out of her inventory and wraps it tightly around her face, growing her horns down to pin the towel to her head and keep it from falling away.
Almost immediately, caused by the shaking of two wrestling behemoths, the spores of the mushrooms start to get shaken and sent flying, floating in the air as they glow with their own internal light in all the colors of the rainbow. If it wasn’t for how deadly Bug knows these things to be, she might have even thought them to be beautiful.
More mushrooms begin to sprout as they land on more Undead, their bodies welcoming the spores like fresh soil under a tree, the poison that coats their bodies hardly being a deterrent to the spreading mushrooms.
As Bug continues to make more room, her instincts screaming at her to stay the hell away from those mushrooms, she watches as all of the spiders, regardless of being infected or not, charge for the mouth of the Cleaner.
The unthinking thing doesn’t stop biting the Brood Mother even as the little spiders dive into its mouth, everything getting crushed within by mashing mandibles and a mouth full of rows of sharp teeth.
The zombies don’t stop moving as they cram their way in, pushing each other forward as they fight to fill the thing’s mouth with more and more of their bodies, clawing and dragging themselves forward as they try to reach its throat.
The Cleaner finally start to slow as it chokes, too many bodies starting to get crammed in one after the other until it is starting to struggle even to close its mouth.
And then the mushrooms start to sprout…
They begin by growing from the increasing ball of dead flesh in its mouth, happily taking root in the mashed-up meat and growing rapidly as Bug points towards its mouth and continues funneling more of the surrounding Death mana into fueling its rapid growth.
Shaking violently, one of the eyes on the left side of the Cleaner’s face begins to dim and darken, turning a muddy green as black swirling lines start to form just under the protective crystalline layer of its eyes. The nearest eyes begin to turn as well as the poison slowly spreads, being further fed by every spider that manages to force their way in and down the throat of the giant thing.
Bleeding from ever hole on her head, Bug laughs with insanity in her voice as she watches the Cleaner suffer as she continues to push more and more Death mana into its body, adding on a good dose of Inflict Pain for good measure. As she keeps up the attack, its hard carapace that she couldn’t even scratch with her bladed limbs, begins to bulge and crack from the inside.
“HaahahahhhhaaaaahahahahahahaHAHHHAAAAAA!!! Die!!!!!!!!!”
The shell erupts from the inside, the large, glorious, and twisted stock of a mushroom sprouting out of its back like a mighty oak tree atop a hill. Flesh like a rainbow, glistening with the gore of destroyed organs and a layer of sickeningly sweet poison like oil, hanging frills and glowing spores just waiting to be released in the wind. The king of all mushrooms is the first to truly sprout from the poor creature’s back and is quickly followed by more and more. More of the mushrooms force their way out of the spider, breaking through its shell or further widening the first hole that the original had sprouted from in cracking fissures that spread across the surface of the Cleaner.
Still pinned to the Cleaner, the Undead Brood Mother doesn’t stop in its assault, renewed in its fight as the Cleaner becomes more and more incapacitated with every failing organ in its body, rivers or poison tainted blood pouring down its back as its body is utterly ravaged by the constant stream of Death flooding into and out of its body. In some places, the zombie spiders had even managed to dig through its body from its mouth, and are now escaping from the openings made by the mushrooms or biting at it from the inside.
Bug doesn’t let up as she keeps funneling the Death mana through her body, her core hungrily grabbing all it can from the ever-increasing Death mana that is filling the room faster than she can use it.
Still laughing like she is losing her mind, her hands pressed against the body of the Cleaner, Bug vomits up a mouth full of blood into her towel, her vision going red as blood fills her vision and her hearing begin to grow weak, her ears flowing with the red liquid as her core continues to use her living body as a medium for something that is actively killing her.
Watching her hands, they quickly begin to blacken and rot, the meat falling away from her bones as she watches.
“Hahahahaha, I’m dying! I’m fucking dying, hahaha!!! My body, it feels so cold!”
Even through the bloody towel covering her face, her breaths come out as a cold mist, ice growing along the blackening skin of her arms, her green and black striped scales falling away as they chip and crack.
I… I’m killing myself! If I don’t stop, I’m going to die! But I can’t stop, it isn’t dead yet!
Through the hysteria and her blood-soaked vision, Bug watches as her health continues to slowly drop, her mana fluctuating wildly as it empties and refills repeatedly.
Bug can hear it; she can feel it! The presence of Death wrapped around her body like a hug that is so cold that it feels scolding hot. Death’s words whispered in her ears with promises of more.
Just keep pushing. Let the mana flow through you. Embrace Death and I shall embrace you in turn. Accept me and I will accept you. Let me in. Let me in. Let me love you, my adorable little Bug. Accept my love, I will make you more.
Bug shakes her head as she fights to ignore the whispers, the voice filling her ears like a mother’s love for her daughter.
Her vision narrowing and becoming nothing but a dark tunnel, Bug breathing heavily as ice cold sweat soaks her clothes and drips from her face.
Almost! It is almost dead! I can feel it, just a little bit more!!!
The cleaner buckles under her. Its legs finally giving out as the half-destroyed Brood Mother pulls it to the ground.
Bug can’t maintain her grip and slips off the side as the behemoth of a spider buckles and falls to its side. Her limbs weakly trailing through the air, Bug stairs up at the ceiling of the Boss Room as she hits the floor, her elongated limbs spread out around her where they land.
All Bug can hear is the whispers of Death in her ears and the slow beating of her own heart, her body growing colder and colder with every breath. Her mind slipping away with every slow beat of her stilling heart. But Bug doesn’t stop watching her feed.
It’s not dead yet.
It’s not dead yet.
It’s not dead yet.
It’s not dead yet.
…
It’s not dead yet.
Just die already! Why won’t you die!?
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//Killed lvl 30 Bloody Queen of the Forgotten Stone Jungle – 10’000 exp gained!
//Congratulations! You have reached lvl 27! – Your stats have been increased!
//You have earned 4 Free Stat points!
//You have earned 2 Skill point
//Congratulations! You have reached lvl 28! – Your stats have been increased!
//You have earned 4 Free Stat points!
//You have earned 2 Skill point
//Congratulations! You leveled-up a Skill!
//Pain Tolerance Lvl 3 is now Lvl 4!
//Congratulations! You earned a Skill!
//Mana Control lvl1 unlocked!
//Congratulations! You earned a Skill!
//Soul Sight lvl1 unlocked!
//Congratulations! You earned a Skill!
//Death Resistance lvl1 unlocked!
//Congratulations! You earned a Spell!
//Winter’s Death Aura unlocked!
//Congratulations! You have upgraded a Spell!
//Turn Undead has become, Command Undead!
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//Warning! All Dungeon [117] System Users: A Cleaner has been eliminated!
//Advisory! Users are advised to avoid Floors [6-10]!
//Issuing Admin request for overview…
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Yes… I did it… tired… But I can’t sleep yet…
Turning her head to look at the dead Cleaner, Bug weakly raises a skeletal hand and points at it.
Raise… Undead… Don’t move…
Her hand hits the floor as her strength leaves her body, the strength for one last thought being all she has left in her.
… Become… Weapon…