4679 year. Triassic. 50th floor of the dungeon.

Metallost.

Yes, as many have already guessed, the first monster was a skeleton warrior. Apparently, this new dungeon was a trap. Only light basic monsters lived on the first floors. Then you expect orcs or trolls, and then the undead.

In an ordinary reconnaissance squad, there is only one priest. And only a priest or paladin can finally kill the undead. Well, respectively, further ramifications of these professions. The most dangerous of them are the Inquisitors and Champions, who are able to dispel the undead with a single glance. But now is not about that.

The dungeon proved to be an insurmountable obstacle for the new arrivals. Scouts died and became undead themselves, replenishing the ranks of opponents. Thus, this dungeon became more difficult with each new attempt. Now the difficulty has increased to S-rank.

But I'm the Lord of the Dead. The undead are incapable of resisting me. By the way, the skeleton didn't notice me. [Death Aura] has gone off cooldown. I became transparent, thanks to the mantle. We need to greet the skeleton. I had to wait until the end of the skill cooldown. Finally, I came out of incorporeal mode. The skeleton noticed me immediately.

- You-came-went-at-me-ret-che-lo-ve-chish-ka !!! he screeched. A terrible sight. During the pronunciation, his jaw even fell off.

"How do you treat your master, you pitiful skeleton!!!" I commanded as I activated [Death Aura].

Some kind of deduction occurred in the empty skull of the skeleton, and it plopped down on the floor of the dungeon. Then he knelt down and bowed his head.

“Sorry-those-god-po-din.” It turned out that he didn’t really need a jaw to speak.

- Take me to the main here. - I ordered him.

As a result, I was taken through another 50 floors. On each floor, the undead were slightly stronger. Ghosts, skeletons, vampires and more. I even met a couple of Lesser Liches. The road was tiring, but the inhabitants of the dungeon, on their knees, comforted my vanity. Soon everyone will welcome me like this.

On the 100th floor, surrounded by mountains of bones, there was a throne. On it was a Death Knight. He was clad in black armor, with some blood on it, and neon green eyes flickering through the slits of his helmet. Well, it looked pretty intimidating. Seeing me, he also knelt down.

- Greetings Lord of the Dead. I am Sylvan, the Death Knight, in charge of this dungeon. What do you want?” he said respectfully.

- I need you to leave this dungeon. Instead, you'll be waiting for me nearby. There is a cave here in the mountains, wait a couple of days for me. - I decided not to devote it to my plans yet.

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- Will be done!!! he unquestioningly agreed.

Hah. It was too easy. It's time to come back and get famous.

***

The receptionist behind the desk looked contemptuously at me who had just entered. Well, at least he remembered me.

- Decided to hand over the task? Pay the fine. - he said.

“Unfortunately, I did the job. Here is the proof,” I reported and held out a large crystal that illuminated the entire guild building.

[ The heart of the Inquaros Dungeon.

Proof of conquering the Inquaros Dungeon. Contains a huge amount of magical energy.]

The registrar's eyes have become larger than the skull of the skeleton. He stared silently at the crystal in my hand for quite some time.

- Ho-horrrosho... I'm taking this proof... And this is for you... - he stammered every now and then. The receptionist called someone over and then handed me a gold token with an "S" engraved on it.

Hooray! You can move to the nearest hotel and get some rest. The registrar stared after me, stunned, for a long time, but then he came to his senses and began to write a letter.

***

I sat in my room and chewed something that looked like an apple. Only in this world they were the size of a berry. So you could take them in handfuls. Patience is almost over. Finally, my wait ended in success.

The door to the room swung open and a richly dressed man entered. The guards followed him. He turned to me.

“King Roland the Wise of the dynasty…” he went on listing the titles for a couple more minutes, but I had a several times smaller apple bone stuck in my teeth, so I listened, trying to extract it. Thankfully they didn't pay attention to it.

- Demands that you, Matt Lost, come to him for an audience in the palace!!! - solemnly finished the guest.

***

They would not accept a refusal, so we immediately moved to the capital of Holdenstein. A teleport is installed in every important city. Its use requires an enormous amount of energy and is used only for critical reports, so in military matters, such as a quick landing, this is not used.

Upon arrival, I was dragged into a room, dressed and sent for an audience. In a rich palace, in a rich hall, on a rich-looking throne sat a rich king. A horror story for the poor. Or rather, the harsh reality. The king was about forty years old, but one of his belly looked heavier than all of me.

“Are you, Matt Ghost, an S rank adventurer??? he asked in an annoying drawling voice. Even a fictitious name managed to distort. Herod.

- Your Majesty, I'm Matt Lost. The first S rank Adventurer in two thousand years. I introduced myself, bending over in a bow.

Yes it is. There were no truly strong people in this world for a very long time. They always hoped for the summoned Heroes.

Sitting next to the king was a woman in her twenties. She was very beautiful, and very sad. Based on the information I received, her life is rather lonely. The king, even as a girl, noticed her beauty and forced her to marry him. Since then, she has forgotten what happiness is. I would feel sorry for her, but she will have to serve my plans.

- Matt Lost, for your feat, I will grant you the title of Duke. You are free to choose any free lands in my kingdom. said King Roland primly.

Generous offer. They didn't call him wise for nothing. By giving me lands, he will bind me to them, and therefore to the kingdom. I will be his shield and sword. However, I had no reason to refuse.

***

In honor of this event, the king arranged a ball. All the nobles of the kingdom came to the celebration. So much hypocrisy, intrigues and envy in few places you will see. I had to listen to false congratulations from every guest. But after a couple of hours, they still lagged behind me.

Meanwhile, I sat down at a table next to Queen Anastasia. Her husband was now seducing some girl. Seeing this made the Queen even sadder. She didn't even pay attention to me when I sat down at the table.

"Hi," I broke the silence.

The queen shuddered, but looking at me, she nodded and held out her hand. I kissed the outstretched hand, as etiquette dictated.

- The king is not behaving very well. I dropped. Anastasia looked at me in fear.

Of course, an ordinary person could be executed for such words. But they need me. So, if anyone heard, they chose to ignore it.

“If I were your husband, I would look only at you all the time. You are beautiful. I continued.

“Thank you,” the queen replied. She often heard this from men.

- I love you. Ever since I first saw you. - the first trump card went into play.

Anastasia looked around.

- What are you talking about? Forget about it, she whispered.

- I can not. For your sake, I am ready for anything, but not for this.

The queen was confused. She was about to get up, but I grabbed her hand. And then he pointed to the king. He was already kissing a new girl, not at all embarrassed by the guests.

- Does he deserve you? Please be mine. And then, I will take care of you like no other.

These words finally struck the queen's heart. It was so confused. And then kind words, determination and a simple spell completely dispelled all doubts. Anastasia took me by the hand and led me to her chambers.