Selenia ‘s pov

I hear my former comrades coming closer as I hide in a crack just large enough for me to fit in. waiting for them to get close enough to cripple in a single move. Previously I cooperated with the dungeon to get the ants to move in a predictable pattern to try and lure out the rogue's retarded special move, that regardless how much I drilled into him that it was a bad move that left you open to attack, he insisted on using anyway.

The ants attacked one in front to grow his ego then two at the same time to give him the chance I need, he took the bait. With the two swords in the modified skulls of the second and third ants, he's now disarmed. Seeing the best chance I jump out of my hiding place lunging as fast as my legs will take me, slashing my blade right down towards his head. He dodges the first slash with a quick dash to the side and pulls his dagger while backpedaling trying to get some space. The warrior charges forward trying to cover the rogue with his defense but he's too slow I caught up to my target first because moving forward is always quicker than backward. I try to cut again diagonally this time he dodges under the opposite side, but he failed to notice my all was not in this strike. Twisting my hips and re-orientating my wrists while enhancing my body with mana I changed the direction of the sash upwards. I’m awarded a scream of pain and two fingers go flying his index and middle finger now detached, he will never use a bow again. Smirking I go for another slash to cripple his legs but the moment he sees the telltale signs of mana on my body he activates his greater power he can only use once every week or month. His body is wrapped in green swirls of energy that contain strange runes inside, his speed more than doubles as he turns around and dashes into the darkness, to the curses of the tank.

Now alone the tank sees me and I can see the despair on his face because he knows his life is forfeit, but he is wrong this dungeon won't let him die so easily not if I can do anything about it. He seems to be torn between apologizing and begging for his life, something I’m sure that the dungeon is enjoying seeing. I am waiting here not attacking not because I won't win but I’m waiting for more ants to arrive crushing any chance of victory for him, seemingly impatient with the sound of ants coming he decides to charge at me shield raised I dash back into the junction and move around the blind spot granted by the shield and stab the back of his knee on his good leg, cries of agony sound as he falls to the ground.

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Lucifer’s pov

Sweat would run down my spine if I had one because Selenia is a lot more powerful than I realized after watching her fight. After learning of the poison in her body was the reason why she was unable to use the ridiculous amount of magic she has, I spent some time injecting a mixture of mana and life energy into her liver and kidneys to faster remove the poison unsure of which organ dose that. She was in pain making some delightful sounds during the process. Although now I don't think she is completely human anymore. The poison left her body so quickly after the adjustments that I doubt any poison would affect her in the future for very long, or at all.

Now with my new little informant and the tank she insisted I save in my core room, I ordered her to kill him if he tried anything. Seeing him just stare at the blank wall lifelessly seems like a poor use of a potential worker so I say “greetings I am Lucifer Morningstar if I wanted you dead, you would be dead. Do you want to make a deal” to the delight of Selenia?

Looking slightly startled that I spoke to him he replied “what kind of deal” while looking at my core as if it was about to sell a blind man a wristwatch.

“A deal where you don’t die today, are you interested”

“Of course, I want to live I’ve got a family to look after with 3 little girls” he pleaded desperately all the aura of a strong warrior completely nonexistant.

Selena cut in “you don’t have 3 children you despicable little lair”

“you would sell me out to a dungeon” he roared.

Seeing that this was going nowhere I interrupted the argument with my deep voice “Become mine or die, answer the question” said with a sense of finality I didn't know I had in me.

Hmm, he didn’t say he wanted to die so I'll take that as a yes on his part. I like this making deals thing it was a great idea to name myself after the devil, not only does it sound cool but it means if there is another reincarnated person I can test whether they are telling the truth by simply asking what my name means, practically everyone on the planet knows of the Bible to some extent but I doubt people of this world would know of it. If I suspect that they are dangerous I'll just say that I overheard the name from some passersby and liked the sound of it hehe.

After branding Davids soul with my power I moved him to a smaller temporary cell I made and thought of my next move, I’ve become painfully aware that I cant just sit back and relax in the ground around here because Selenia tells me that dungeon cores are worth a lot of money on the black market. She later seemed disillusioned that I’m not some emperor class dungeon even though I can speak. Apparently, dungeons that can speak are millennia old at least, which is somewhat comforting for the fact that I won't have to go doe nut diving again anytime soon, assuming that I'm not killed by some idiotic adventurer that is.