The 25th through 30th floor were meant to be some of the liveliest. Each of those floors was occupied by an absolutely massive and carnivorous creature, completely starved and ready to consume any living creature that dared to crawl inside. The smallest of these creatures would still tower over the tallest of trees in its presence, and one would be understood if they mistook the biggest of them for an entire landmass. These creatures were like gods amongst men; if they wanted you dead you probably died five seconds before they even looked at you.

And in only a few minutes it was all of them who were were dead.

So, for these past few floors the assassin simply opened the door and started blasting, and apparently even giant beasts of mass destruction can't do a thing against bullets. Daemonium, Sanguisa, and all of the other Daeomoniums just stayed back as their newfound amazing assassin assistant (awesome alliteration) simply solved all of their problems for them. It looked like this streak would be stopped by the 31st floor, where the key was locked within a chest that could only be opened with a sliding puzzle, but the assassin solved it in a few seconds. The 32nd floor was home to a large maze for them to track through, and the assassin ran straight through it in less than a minute. Even Daemonium had to admit that next to this assassin he was starting to feel useless. Who wouldn't if an assassin tore through every obstacle in their way while relegating them as simply an accessory? The assassin made every floor look so easy, partly because it was so easy for him, but it was still impressive. It was so easy that if this were up to me, we would currently be skipping all the way to the 45th floor where the next part of Daemonium's story actually gets interesting. Unfortunately, the author told me that every floor needs to be mentioned at least once for whatever reason, so here's a filler arc, I guess.

"Now I feel useless," Daemonium said, reiterating everything the previous paragraph was about as he fell to the grassy ground of the 33rd floor. "And hungry. Useless and hungry is the worst combination."

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"Not as bad as the combination of really needing to use the bathroom but having to desperately hold it in because the nearest bathroom is hours away and you have to walk in the dark to get there, and hungry." After making such an oddly specific comment Sanguisa went to sit beside Daemonium, holding out a protein bar. "Here, that assassin guy carries these on him."

"I have a name you know!" If this story had voice acting the assassin would need to be played by a robot, because no living person would be capable of recreating the hilarity of this assassin's voice.

After chuckling a bit, Daemonium decided to ask him about it. "Really? What is it?"

"Well..." The assassin thought about it for a moment, wondering whether or not a professional like him should be as irresponsible as to reveal such private information to an irresponsible teenager with a target on his back. "I-It's Bob."

The assassin nearly punched himself as he said that. His thought process was that if he simply lied about it then he wouldn't have to worry, but out of nervousness and impatience the lie ended up like this. It was a simple lie, but very unbelievable. From the delay to the slight stutter, every bit looked like a tale that was perfectly crafted to be unbelievable in every way. The assassin could tell that a lie like this would never be believed by anyone who wasn't an idiot.

So good for him that Daemonium is that idiot. "Well sorry about that Bob," he said apologetically, seeing nothing wrong with this statement. "But still, how did you end up an assassin in the first place?"

'Bob' mentally sighed with relief, glad that he somehow got away with it. And since he already told them his 'name', it probably wouldn't hurt to tell them his 'backstory' as well. "It's a bit of a long tale, but if you want, I'll go over it." If they like his story enough maybe he could tell them his 'hobbies' and talk about his 'likes and dislikes'. Maybe they could become 'friends', but that's as long as they don't mention his 'academic report'.

"Sure!" Like an obedient dog Daemonium sat down in front of 'Bob', eagerly looking forward to the totally truthful tale (more awesome alliteration).

'Bob' cleared his throat as he prepared a story to tell. "It all started 20 years ago."