Chapter 15: A Dark Awakening_World Breaker: Depths of Despair

New Level Acquired!

"Nice! Three more levels!"

It's as I thought, this goblin was still higher level than me. I cast my water spell to wash the goblin's blood off my blade, and then I watch as the ground reclaimed the fallen creature. Might as well wait and see if there are any drops. Unfortunately, the only thing left behind was another yellow mana stone about the size of a peach pit. I kick the mana stone over to the left side of the hallway as I have nowhere to put it. I am still in the same clothes I was wearing when I was taken over 5 years ago. My pockets have long since disintegrated, so unfortunately, I can only keep what I can carry.

"Well, that's that. Time to keep going."

I start walking down the hallway, blade in hand ready for anything. I only walk about 100 feet or so when the hallway widens out to a room slightly larger than the entry hall the troll was in. About 20 feet ahead of me is a group of 3 goblins just like the one I just fought. One has a club, another with a sword, and one with what looks like a cane. I am not liking the looks of this considering I had such a tough time with the one Goblin.

I slowly back out of the room and walk back into the hallway.

"Well shit, what do I do now?! I can't take on 3 of these things."

I consider my options for a minute and decide to leave the dungeon and return to the little cave to rest. I walk back toward the entrance of the dungeon, rather disappointed that I can't proceed further. If this is as far as I can go, I'm as good as dead. I am pretty beat up, so a good rest on my burlap sack will do me well. I can re-evaluate what to do when I am more rested. I have even more HP now and my stats increased with those levels, so maybe I can win against the three goblins when I'm back at full strength. I just need to be at a full rested capacity to ensure I have the best opportunity to succeed.

I reach the end of the hallway and arrive back at the door to the troll room. The door slides open, and I walk into the room, the torches on the wall lighting to illuminate the room. I'm lost in my thought while walking toward the large archway, and unfortunately, because I'm lost in thought of what to do next, I'm not paying attention to my surroundings. I'm just walking through and didn't consider the possibility of...

"GGGRRRROOOOOOOOOUUGGHHH!!!!"

I practically shit myself as the massive growl erupted behind and to the left of me. I quickly turn in the direction of the loud roar, and there rising 8 feet tall is the troll, blade in hand!

"HOLY FUCK!!"

I immediately begin sprinting toward the archway and my small cave room. The motherfucking troll respawned!!! I'm sprinting as fast as I can. I can't believe I let my guard down like that and didn't consider the possibility of these monsters respawning! I need to get to the cave FAST or this thing is going to really fuck me up!

"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIIIIIIT!!!!"

The troll is right on my ass as I see the opening to my cave. I dive in and scramble to the far side. The troll dives in as well, reaching out to try and grab me with one of its long arms. It wedged in the tight opening... again. I just stare at it in amazement. I raise my hands in a quizzical manner.

"Seriously... is this thing really that stupid?!"

It did the same thing the last troll did. I may be backed into a corner of my cave again with a murderous troll trying to grab me, but this time is different. This time I actually have a weapon, and I am stronger. Much stronger. I take my dagger and slice at the troll's outstretched hand, neatly looping off several of its fingers. It roars loudly causing my ears to ring, and quickly tries to pull its arm back, flinging blood everywhere. Unfortunately, it once again gets its arm wedged in between its large body and the cave wall. Once again, it is stuck in the doorway, preventing it from pulling its arm out of the room. I get a serious case of Déjà vu watching the troll struggle to extract itself out of the doorway, but unable to do so because it wedged itself in.

Before it is able to figure out how to get loose, I rush forward slashing the trolls arm several more times, severing tendons and ligaments. I have to disable that arm immediately. My ears brutally assaulted by the loud screams of the troll in such a confined space. Its arm is just flopping around as the severed muscles render the troll's arm useless. I just stand there and stare at the foul monstrosity before me. It is clear that the monster is at my mercy. Unfortunately for this guy, I am all out of mercy and fucks to give.

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"Well, you are fucked big guy!"

I calmly walk up to the troll, stopping about a foot from its face. It's unable to do anything but scream at me with its foul breath. I calmly raise my dagger, align it with its left eye, and plunge my dagger to the hilt, then ripping it out quickly. The troll thrashes its head around, flinging eyeball fluid and blood all over the room, and on me. I should really think before I do something.

"Fucking disgusting!"

I quickly repeat my assault with the right eye, this time backing away to avoid being covered in slimy eyeball juice and blood. I'm really making a mess of my room it seems. It's alright though, the dungeon will take care of the mess soon. Well, once I finish off the troll first.

I stand there, looking at the blinded and incapacitated troll. A sinister grin appears on my face as the malice begins rising from within. My eyes narrow, the grin fading into a snarl. I slowly walk up to the troll and stop right in front of it again. A new feeling comes over me, from deep within. It is a dark and sinister energy boiling up from deep within from all the years of abuse, torture, and starvation. I don't fight it. I don't let myself be afraid of it. I use it to fuel my rage. My prey is right in front of me, and my rage needs an outlet.

SLASH

Years of being treated like shit, a worthless bag of flesh that only exists to be toyed with and beaten.

SLASH

My only family gone, murdered in front of me. I didn't even get to bury my mother!

STAB

Then, once my I outlived my usefulness to my captors, I was discarded into this dungeon; the cowards couldn't even be bothered to kill me themselves.

"BIG FUCKING MISTAKE!!!"

I grab the massive, mutilated head of the troll, and shove my blade straight through the soft tissue under its chin. I watch as my blade passes through the troll's tongue, then pierces the roof of its mouth. I shove hard, driving the blade through the monster's soft palate, into its nasal cavity, and up into its brain. Blood begins pouring out of its nose and mouth as important blood vessels in its head are severed.

I stand there supporting the troll's massive head, my blade still deep in its head. I form a wicked snarl on my face as I stare into the vacant sockets where its eyes once were. I want to FEEL this monsters fear. I want to FEEL its suffering. I want to FEEL it die in my hands! As the monster shutters as my blade severs important neural connections in its brain, I lean in close to its ear.

"Die" I whisper, not averting my gaze as I grab my dagger with both hands, twist my blade and slowly withdraw it allowing the troll's blood to flow over my blade and cover my hands and arms. I bask in the feeling of its warm life essence coating me, warming me, and feeding my bloodlust. I can feel myself changing. I don't fear it. I welcome it. I LOVE IT!!!

I feel no remorse while watching the monster die. I actually enjoy it; its pain is fueling this pure malice I feel. I revel at the pain and suffering I just caused, knowing I can control the fate of something living, even something stronger than I am. I continue to stand there with the same malicious grin on my face as the dungeon begins to reclaim what belongs to it.

"It should belong to me." I say coldly.

New Level Acquired!

I don't even acknowledge the level messages in my vision. I just continue to stand there long after it had gone, just staring at the softball size mana stone remaining. I kick the stone over into the cave by the other softball size mana crystal from the first troll, and then walk out of the cave heading back toward the dungeon. I don't feel like resting anymore. I can't possibly rest now in my amped up state. I need more. I need to see more blood!

I walk through the troll room and then through the door beyond. I start walking through the hallway toward the large room with the 3 goblins it. I keep a tight grip on my dagger, my new best friend, fresh blood still coating my dagger, hands and arms. I'm going to slaughter everything in my way! I grunt in annoyance as something is blocking my way in the hallway. The annoying chattering of a familiar foe assaults my ears.

"Oh, you are back." I say as I come across the re-spawned goblin with the spear.

I don't even stop my stride as I continue walking straight at the goblin. As I reached it, the goblin thrust at me with his spear. I dodge the spear and watch as it sails by me.

"Too fucking slow!"

I slash at the goblin's abdomen as I walk past it, not even missing a step in my stride. The goblin's abdomen opens wide as its guts spill out onto the floor. I smile hearing the wet plopping sound of intestines impacting the stone floor. I stop once I pass the goblin and turn around, the goblin having dropped its spear, it's clutching at its intestines, trying desperately to pull them back inside. I calmly wrap my left arm around its head, placing my hand on its forehead. I pull the goblin's head toward me as I plunge my dagger into the back of its neck at an upward angle. In an instant its brain stem is severed, and soon the dagger plunges deep into the brain. Death is immediate. I breathe deeply as the goblin breathes its last. So, satisfying!

I stand there still gripping the goblins head, its head still impaled on my dagger. I stand there letting its death soak into my very being, amazed at how easy it is now, when I struggled so much before. I slowly withdraw my blade, allowing the lifeless body to fall to the floor with a thud. I don't even bother cleaning the blood from my blade, as there will be lots more soon. I then turn around and start walking away; ignoring the ruined body I left behind. The dungeon will clean up my mess. It always will...

Chapter 15: A Dark Awakening

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