Forty Smooth Stones. A Gremlin’s corpse holds the same value as a bunch of rocks…
Bug closes the sell option. Choosing to keep her stack of stones. Knowing that the System holds such little value for her kind is not a pleasant thought, but at the very least it isn’t as low as the Jellies.
Bug has killed two more of them as she wandered, storing the skins as she goes, and even two of them stacked is not even worth a single point yet. The one that she has already eaten some of doesn’t even have the option of being sold and can’t be stacked, taking up its own block of space in her inventory.
Taking another turn at random, Bug notices some more trash, which she collects and them immediately sells. Even if the single piece of trash isn’t worth a point, it seems to go towards a count in the system that slowly builds until she has earned another point.
A welcomed discovery, as having to fill her inventory with trash until she can sell it all would have been a pain.
Bug had considered trying to sell the moss that grows everywhere on the walls, but even after gathering a stack of a hundred moss, she had still yet to be able to sell the stack for even a single point. Better to keep it as food...
Another hallway cleaned of trash and sold to the store; Bug continues on her merry way until she hears more noises. More Gremlins are ahead, and just like the last group, they are making a bunch of noise.
Its seriously like they have no concerns about being heard. Did the Dungeon seriously make us to be so stupid!? It’s almost as if they want to get killed!
“Haaaa… Guess I’ll go get some levels. Better than leaving them to get killed by the humans…”
Taking a left at the intersection, Bug heads toward the noise until she finds one of those rooms that were filled with plant bulbs. Looking into the room, she sees the shriveled remains of the plants that are slowly being reabsorbed back into the Dungeon.
Filling the room and making a ruckus is a about a dozen Gremlins.
Bug stands there at the entrance to the room, a look of absolute disgust covering her face as she watches the occupants of the room. Off to one side, two of them are absolutely gorging themselves on a couple of corpses that looks like they were beat to death with rocks and are cut in a few places from a blade. She turns her eyes away from the cannibalism, her stomach turning at the sight of it.
In the center of the room, two are busy beating each other senseless, fighting with their fists as everyone else in the room watches on and cheers.
Off in one corner, a Gremlin is taking a nap on top of a large boulder, loudly snoring with his face messy and covered in moss. He rolls over and scratches his ass while he sleeps.
And finally, off in the back of the room, separate from the audience is a pair of Gremlins busily fucking. The male is waving around a broken sword that he probably picked up from somewhere as he noisily and messily humps his female companion from behind like they are a couple of animals. The moans from mating pair mixing with the jeering and calls of the crowd that is watching the fight.
Bug simply stands there openly in the entryway, eye twitching as she watches all of this unfold. Watching as her own people act like animals.
Only that’s wrong, isn’t it?
Even animals are smart enough to hide from predators and know when to keep quiet. Even animals have the decency to not act like… Like this!
The others of her species – if they can even be considered that – haven’t even noticed her standing there, knife in hand. They just continue to revel in their own debauchery and the pleasures of the flesh when a human could come through here at any moment and kill them all.
And what are they doing here when Bug KNOWS that they all are aware that the Dungeon has opened? They are fighting and sleeping and eating each other and FUCKING!
Do they not have a single fucking thought going through their empty skulls. A single drive to live for more than a damn single day!?
That last one. The guy with the Mana Crystal…
He didn’t try to think either. He only ran because he knew he couldn’t win, but at the end of the day, the reason that he ran was to keep his treasure. He wasn’t even smart enough to know that he could trade his life, his safety, for nothing but a single crystal.
“These things aren’t my people… Just pale mockeries…”
No one reacts to her talking, being far to absorbed into their own pleasures and enjoyment.
Ignoring the crowd, Bug walks into the room, rage filling her like boiling water as she moves around everyone and makes her way to the back. Towards the mating pair.
Instincts tell her that the male is the alpha here. Something that was probably decided because he was lucky enough to find a weapon shortly after being born.
As she approaches, he screams and finishes inside of his mate. Pulling himself from her, a satisfied look spread across his face, he stands and cheers. The female, she collapses to the ground looking spent as her body shakes with the aftershocks of an orgasm.
The male turns and notices Bug approaching, his member still fully exposed and messy from finishing the deed. He smiles as he looks her over, seemingly not noticing the knife she carries or if he does, simply not caring. He just gets a stupid horny look on his face as she draws near, probably thinking that a second female has come to receive his seed.
He reaches out a hand to receive her and Bug moves towards his chest with a quick step.
He doesn’t even move to defend himself as she plunges her blade into his chest and covers his mouth with her hand. His eyes are filled with panic as the pain assaults him, and before he can move to fight back, Bug draws the knife from his body and slits his throat.
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Taking her hand from his mouth she reaches down and rips the broken sword from his grip before he can drop it from his shaking hands.
I takes two seconds for his body to finally give out. He takes a shaky half step backwards and collapses, his member still sticking up in the air like some sick joke as he chokes on his own blood.
Bug steps over his dying body, only sparing a moment to take notice of the notification for his death. Apparently, he was level 2.
Walking over to the female that has, much to Bugs disgust, started pleasuring herself on the floor, she quickly stomps on her back and rams the broken end of the sword through her.
She lets out a scream of pain, hand still buried in her crotch and one on her breast as she is pinned to the floor. The end of sword buries itself in the dirt of the ground after piercing through her body. Pulling hard, Bug yanks the sword left and right, shedding her insides as it is loosened until she is finally able to pull it free.
Yanking the sword out of the female, she lets out one last pain filled cry as she collapses lifelessly into a puddle of her own bloody fluids.
More notification.
Bug spits, looking down at the dead pair of sweat covered and now bloodied bodies. She feels only disgust when she looks at them. These aren’t her people. Not the things made by the Dungeon. There nothing but creature that need to be put down.
Knife and broken sword in hand, Bug looks up at the rest of them. One sleeping, two still eating, the fight had finished at some point so now the crowd is six targets including the one fighter. The other one is laying on the ground looking half dead. The crowd and the fighter are looking at her now, having been distracted by the dying screams of the female.
Ten targets total.
They apparently don’t know what to do with themselves. She just killed the Alpha and his mate. Should they attack her? Should they run? Should they cheer and whoop and holler for their new leader? They just don’t know what to do. They aren’t used to thinking for themselves.
Bug makes the decision for them. She takes a step forward, weapons at the ready, and slashes the first creature that she reaches. It is dead by the time it hits the floor; its neck torn open by the rusted edge of her new sword.
They finally react. Some turn and run, two turn on each other and start fighting for some reason, and the rest charge her, murder in their red eyes.
Bug meets the first one with the sword again, swinging it sideways and planting its end into the rib cage of the leading male. She tries to wrench the sword out of his body, but with only one hand, she doesn’t have the strength to pull it free. So instead, she pulls him towards her, yanking on the handle, before kicking him in the chest and sending him reeling back into the oncoming enemies.
Falling back and arms flailing, he ends up grabbing onto another in his desperation and brings them both tumbling to the floor. Only two are left still attacking her while the third fights to get out from under the new corpse.
She moves forward, getting low and switching her grip on her knife. As soon as the one enters her range, she lunges forward and grabs him, shanking him several times as she works the blade up his chest and towards his throat. As she ruins his body with her blade, she forces him to turn, keeping his body in between her and the last enemy. Four stabs, four bleeding wounds pissing blood out his body, but still no notification.
It doesn’t matter. He is already going limp in her grip, and she won’t be able to hold his dead weight for long. She tosses him aside and manages to get him to land on top of the one that is still trying to get himself out from under the other corpse. He lets out a gasp as a fresh weight lands onto of him.
She checks her stamina. Still good. Just have to keep things quick and lethal.
Bug moves forward to meet the last one. He was the fighter that won and is still bloodied up. He throws a left hook as she enters his range, but he is slow. Bug can feel it, her Dexterity is already much higher than theirs.
Not even needing to think, Bug shifts slightly to the side and lets the fist fly right past her face. She move forward as shock fills her opponent’s face and sinks her knife into his throat. With her other hand, she reaches forward and grabs his face.
With a violent pull to the side and a kick to the ribs, she forces her knife to the side, ripping it out and through the side of his neck.
The notification comes before he hits the floor, his neck half ripped open and head hanging to the side, spine and open throat showing clearly to the world.
Taking a calming breath and watching her stamina recover a little, Bug eventually turns her attention to the one that is pinned by two corpses.
He screams with fear as she approaches, but she doesn’t care. It’s not one of her people. It’s just a thing.
She slits its throat and leaves it to bleed out where it lies.
Looking around the room, she finds that the two cannibals have fled along with some from the crowd.
The only one left is the sleeping guy on the boulder and the half-dead fighter that lost the fight. She finishes off the fighter and heads over to the sleeping guy. Marveling at the fact that he had somehow slept through all that noise. Looking him over she finds the cause. A half-eaten mushroom.
“What a fucking idiot… our instincts know that those are poison, and yet you still ate it. So fucking stupid…”
Bug slits his throat and walks away as he bleeds out. Looking out into the hall, she checks both directions but can’t find the ones that ran away. Returning to the room, she looks over the dirt at the entrance and finds their footprints. They fled in hurry, kicking up dirt as they went, and it looks like they fled down the path to the left.
“If the humans don’t get them first, I’ll hunt them down later…”
Looking around, the room has been reduced to a bloodied mess. The place was already trashed, but now it is just filthy.
“Haaa….” Letting out a tired breath, Bug sets to work on collecting anything of value. Wrenching out her sword from the corpse, she looks it over. It is in even worse condition than it was when she stole it. Its rusted edges have broken and chipped, and the handle is making some concerning noises as she moves it around. It will probably break if she uses it more, so she sells it.
//Sold Boken Sword x1.
//3 Points earned!
She clicks her tongue as she looks at the notification. Even a broken sword is worth more than a Gremlin corpse…
Bug looks around at all the dead bodies.
She doesn’t feel anything for them. Not pity, nor remorse. Not even guilt. She only feels disgust as she looks at the naked and bloodied thing lying around here.
They’re not my people. They aren’t even people to begin with. Just twisted mockeries. And I used to be one of them!
I think I’m finally starting to understand why I should wear clothes…
With everything of any value in the room sold, Bug walks through the room and stores all the corpses.
With a glance at the item description, she spits out her disgust and sells them.
//Sold Gremlin Corpse x 11.
//22 Points earned!
…
Standing in the center of a messy room, Bug takes a deep breath, trying her hardest to calm her nerves. To bring down her boiling anger. Her breath is filled with the taste of death. Of spilt blood and expelled bowels.
She wants to throw up…
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‘Gremlin Corpse. The remains of a Dungeon spawned Gremlin. Outside of the Dungeons, they are a peaceful race of Demi-Humans that thrive and live under the banner of the Demon Queen. Considered harmless by most races, they are often a pleasure to be around and are typically skilled craftsmen and are highly intelligent, though some human nations notably detest them, much the same as how they view every other Demi-Human.
Please note that those spawned by the Dungeons are not peaceful and are created with the intention of being easy fights for new Adventures, as a way to lure people into delving the Dungeons Depths and help build confidence. They are not created with the intention of surviving more than a single day.
While their furs have some value, the rest of the body is worth very little as most people don’t like to eat them due to their human-like appearance.’
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