“H-Hi?”
The monster named Lil’ Mushade had his chin up into the air as he studied the stranger knocking on his door earlier. Everything about this mushroom variant screamed over-inflated arrogance in a way that made Felix and Johan look humble. What gave him the confidence and ego to look down on others like an inferior species when he was draped in an awful sense of fashion?
Zen did not often judge others by their manner of speech, gait or dressing. However, Lil’ Mushade was a classic example of second-hand embarrassment for trying too hard. Everything from those braids in his hair to the golden ring piercings at the tip of his tail screamed fake. Not a single scale on this underwater mushroom was authentic.
Sneering at the one who came knocking on his door, the sense of self-importance skyr
There were still a few hours until midnight. Zen wasted no time and hastened his speed. He had to turn in both quests and write a rap before it. If things went his way, he should have Lil’ Mushade’s shades before he logged out to meet with Damian Gorski.“It scares me a little when things progress this smoothly,” Zen admitted.Whenever things were looking good for him, Zen found himself in the deepest shithole right after rejoicing. As a civilian, he experienced this too many times in his career. Whenever someone took notice of his new recipe, it would be stolen the next day by someone else with more powerful backing. All Zen could do was back down and watch bitterly as they enjoyed the success that should have been his. If he fought back, he would die. If he did not resist, he would be bullied. There was simply no way out.
The story of Hernie’s strange research started when she discovered the potential of mushrooms after learning about the mute maiden’s influence. Unlike Gilda, who was only interested in quirky inventions and potions, Hernie was intrigued by mysteries.“I’m not sure if you know, but there is a shrine in this very forest for a mute maiden named Mandy. I found her shrine after trying to locate the source of power for this dungeon. All the mushroom monsters were born from her influence. I don’t know who she was, but the amount of power from her resentment and longing made her a deity.”That’s new. Zen never heard about any characters becoming immortals, but according to Mandy’s memories, the mysterious friend who lived in a cave was a vampire. She was turned into an undead, and it wasn’t very far-fetched for Hern
The hour passed quickly, and Zen received news that the rap battle stage was prepared. All he had to do was teleport to where the crowd was waiting.Gulping nervously, he glanced at Hernie, who gave him a reassuring pat on his back.“Don’t worry about it,” she told him. “There is a handicap for you, so you can refer to the lyrics. The most important thing is the flow and the passion during the competition. It’s ok to make up some parts on the spot accordingly. Lil’ Mushade doesn’t do freestyle, so you have an advantage if you can. There’s no need to pay too much attention to the rhyme.”Taking a deep breath, Zen mentally prepared himself for the first and probably last rap battle of his life. Waiting to be transported to the rap arena, Zen revised the lyrics. Acc
Dishevelled, Zen skidded to a halt outside the kitchen and peered inside. A boy with white hair was already sitting at the counter, but he remained so still that Zen wondered if he was a statue.“If you’re here already, then let’s not waste any more time and get started.”Flinching at the entrance, Zen hesitantly made his way over, taking many sneaky glances to get a better look at this mysterious candidate. Damian Gorski had mismatched eyes, and initially, Zen thought it was heterochromia until his yellow eye moved individually and dilated so much that the iris turned completely black, like a camera zooming in on him.The sudden abnormality made Zen jump and stumble backwards with a squeak. From the time he entered the kitchen until his disgraceful fall, Damian Gorski had not moved from his
The flick from Liu Feng’s finger was starting to bruise badly. Zen winced in pain as his sworn brother rolled a warm hard-boiled egg on the greenish spot.“You deserved it,” Liu Feng scoffed when Zen whined in pain. After eating egg scallion pancakes, he felt more generous but wasn’t ready to forgive his sworn brother for meeting Damian alone. Zen had to learn from his mistakes.The gamer wanted to be angry at how ruthless the blind assassin was. However, he couldn’t possibly stay mad when his sworn brother was showing him tough love. He understood how worried he made the effeminate man by disappearing in the middle of the night to meet Damian. Liu Feng explained that even if murder was forbidden in the academy, that did not stop other candidates from harassing others or disabling them before the next event.“You’re lucky it was only Damian. If you ran into those crazy bastards and died, I can only cut off my hair, renounce my
When Zen finally logged into the dungeon, his eyes bulged at the number of messages from Sasha. Liu Feng was not joking about how they wanted to carry him through the second floor. The Russian sniper complained about gargoyles on floor nineteen and cursed in her mother tongue about the useless grind for better materials in preparation for the boss fight they keep dying to.
Mandy’s Meadow and shrine quickly became the girls’ favourite spot. It was very peaceful, and the extra buff they received from Mandy could be helpful in the fight with the Gargoyle boss. Akiko and Sasha decided not to take more detours and help Zen defeat the Toadstool boss monster before they split off to complete their different quests.“If I recall correctly, we need to head to the forest’s heart to find the boss monster. It looks like a toa
Thirty seconds after they visited the third floor, they returned to the second floor’s entrance. Zen did not want to deal with the goblins yet. However, he realised he could turn in the quest to the shady merchant regardless of the floor he was on. Unwilling to take on the third floor’s main quest, Zen ignored the man and returned to the previous floor with his party members.“Did you also receive the spore spray cans?” he a
Collecting the rewards for successfully defeating John’s cousin, the party members of Godly Food jumped into the portal leading to the next floor. Zen knew that the dungeon had different themes on every ten floors. The tenth floor of each themed stage would be different from the other stages in difficulty. It was why the vanguard team struggled with the twentieth floor’s boss. In addition to the stage mechanic’s difference, the final boss was also tougher to deal with. If not for the monstrous capabilities of the combatants, Zen doubted they could breeze through the first ten floors as quickly as they did.Anticipating a village or town vibe similar to the other floors from before, Zen was stunned to find himself in a rocky cave full of darkness. It had ominous vibes, and only Liu Feng moved confidently in the darkness. Everyone else minimised exploring further without a light source.“We’ll log out here,” Akiko informed Damian. “Y
After entering the boss dungeon den, Zen shivered. It wasn’t similar to a wolf’s den. If anything, it appeared closer to an actual dungeon, as if someone had deliberately attempted to imprison the boss here. The stale smell of dogs and many broken chains of different sizes on the ground spoke volumes about John’s cousin.Unlike the short werewolf, who remained in his werewolf form constantly, the boss was a monster who could transform. Depending on the moon cycle, it could be a violent and bloodthirsty monster or a broken man who lived in constant fear and misery of his curse.“He changes according to the moon cycle once the rampage begins,” Akiko explained. “I took a while to figure out how to kill him, even on the first run. He’s immune to damage on a blood moon. We need to finish it as soon as possible.”With a full party participating in a boss battle, Zen had faith they could conclude it before even the blood moon p
Finally approaching the final boss’s cave, Zen wondered if the storyline would change because they had let Han murder John brutally. His body had been hacked into pieces and scattered around the rotting forest. The maggots would get to it soon and reduce it to bones. Yet, the cruel butchering session remained fresh in Zen’s mind.Everyone in the party knew that feeling all too well. Having lived in the underworld, they sympathised with Zen, who had lived like a civilian his whole life. Although not everyone participated directly in the act of murder, they knew what it meant to take a life. Even Damian had seen it happen. He knew how to interrogate for information and was quite adept at the craft when required.“Don’t think too much about it,” Liu Feng was the first to break the silence. “He wasn’t even real. This is a game designed by the Godfather to find the next successor. It’s just another test.”Even if it wer
Even after many years of not being on talking terms with the rest of the family, Hans fitted right in when delving blows at the cowardly werewolf. Mai ripped out chunks of flesh with her teeth, snarling at it the whole time while Laura expertly force-fed the werewolf with different herbs with particularly nasty effects.Even with regeneration abilities, John could not recover from herbs that tasted nasty, gave him muscle cramps or made him itch all over. Laura truly knew how to make someone suffer, and Zen watched with morbid fascination at their different uses. Her apothecary skills were no less effective than those of Herbologist Hernie.“Can you heal him again?” Damian asked. “Han needs another round. Mai roughed him up a little too good.”With a priest in the party who did not worship any known religion, the torture session became smoother and more effective. No apology from John would appease the family’s anger. Although Zen did not
After listening to the story about John, Laura’s expression hardened. “That son of a bitch!” she spat. “How dare he prey on my granddaughter! Where is he now?!” Slightly terrified by the murderous aura, Zen reported that Sasha and Damian had the werewolf at Gabrielle’s hut. Mai had been ripping him a new one each time he regenerated. The girls had been doing a great job of making him miserable. Han was already there. “I can’t believe I’m last at the party. That wolf deserves to die. Even death is too cheap a price to pay after what he did to my husband and son.” For once, Zen agreed. Even if John was merely a character in the game, he deserved death. The fact that the game administrators did not grant John invulnerable stats meant that it was possible to kill the cousin of the floor boss. While waiting for Laura to pack her ‘tools’ and herbal surprises, Zen approached Liu Feng and thanked him for accompanying them. In real time, it was already past regular l
Studying advanced herbalism from Laura took more time than Zen expected. Thankfully, the game had a way of providing cheats for him. Instead of cramming all the knowledge into his head that would give him a splitting migraine, it provided a useful guidebook that would prompt him on what a particular herb does upon location and what combinations he could use it for with other known herbs. The problem was, to truly master this skill, he had to pass the final test. Laura’s pop quiz only had ten questions. However, there was a timer. While Zen could attempt it infinitely, there were thousands of herb combinations to remember. Not having any formal education in either of his past lives, the young chef faltered. “You may use anything in this cottage as a reference for your test,” Laura smirked. “All the best. I hope you won’t disappoint me.” Stressing over the best method to find what he needed, Zen tested a few things. Firstly, when Laura said that the new skill would inst
While the other party members gathered the family members for a reunion, Zen and Liu Feng finally found Laura’s cottage after taking a wrong turn. Funnily enough, it was the Seer who pointed out how they had been going in a circle before Zen realised he had misinterpreted the map. Knocking on the cottage door, Zen waited with his sworn brother. From inside, he could hear someone coughing badly. “Who is it?” the cranky old lady hacked as she cracked open the door. Instead of seeing her sloppy son or nosy granddaughter, Laura saw a cute priest and a handsome, long-haired warrior. The new adventurers surprised her. Were they lost in the forest? “What do you want?” she asked briefly before launching into a new coughing fit. It was a particularly nasty cold that had persisted for a week now without any signs of recovery. Despite all the herbal medicine she made, Laura did not see any signs of improvement. Perhaps she was getting on in age. Smiling, Zen show
It was a shame Zen was not with them. Sasha would have gone for a few more rounds, using the cowardly werewolf as a punching bag after Zen healed him. The more they dug information out from the pervert, the worse Sasha’s temper was. Damian did not stop her. The draconian needed somewhere to vent her anger, and it was best for it not to come his way. In truth, the cyborg felt a little sorry for Gabrielle, even if she were just a fictional character created for this virtual dungeon game. The cowardly cousin of the floor boss was no different from lowly thugs borrowing the influence of their powerful relatives to cause mayhem. Whimpering in fear and pain with his tail tucked in between his legs, the werewolf defect who could not transform into a human no matter the moon cycle kept a close eye on Sasha. Under the watch of the merciless draconian female, there was nowhere for him to run. He told them what they wanted to know and was alive for now. Given how tightly they w
Using hand gestures, Sasha signalled the countdown and Damian prepared his stunning spells silently. They only had one chance to catch the secret admirer off guard. Whatever he was doing was disgusting enough. Han wasn’t lying about the obsession. The stalker werewolf was plucking flower petals and chanting Gabrielle’s name to see if she would love him back. Each time the flower petals ended on a no, he would crush the flower, stomp on it and pick a new one, confessing his disturbing love to her before plucking off the petals of a new flower.“Oh, Gabrielle! What sweet rosy cheeks you have, all the better for me to bite into them when they are ripe! They were pink when you were a babe. They were red when you had a fever. I wonder if they’d bleed if I bit them… would you cry in pain and fear? It makes me so excited to think about it! Just wait a little more, my angel. You’d soon be an adult, and we could finally be together!”Disgu