"Y-You…" Gura muttered under her breath, her voice shook with horror seeing that familiar face return.
"Young master Grom? What happened to you?" The woman beside Gura asked with puzzlement.
"H-How are you still a-alive?!" Guras heart was filled with dread as she remembered what they did to him.
Back on the 6th floor, she had deliberately seduced him to act and framed him of sexually assaulting her. 'Why?', because she wanted the pendant relic that was given to him.
As a result, he died through being eaten alive by the rats. She was afraid to see such a horrifying scene so they all went to the boss room without confirming his death.
Gura never imagined even in her dreams to see that face again, alive at that.
The black figure with the scent of rotting flesh stared at them within the black flames that were at the place of his eyes. His body was a mix of flesh from different species with rat, goblin, slime and wolf skins on different parts of his body.
Eventually, a grotesque voice rang in the narrow path, its tone was icy and cold as Grom said, "So… you're still alive?" He then looked behind her, saying with what sounded like relief in his voice, "That guy is still not here. Good for me…"
A shrill scream rang in the narrow path as Gura turned to see the woman beside her screaming in extreme pain that tears flowed from her eyes.
Somehow, the muscles from the woman's legs were rotting at an alarming rate. Her body muscle twisted all over and ripped all over her body, green blood that began to turn dark quickly flowed out of the wounds.
Her face twisted with the mask of shock, disbelief and above all else… pain. Gura watched as her companion was dying slowly in utter pain.
The rot spread from her legs to her waist and quickly but smoothly rotted her entire body head to toe.
Gura looked at the now corpse of her former companion. She trembled with fear and fell back leaning stiffly on the side wall.
The rotting figure of Grom got close to her, a twisted smile appearing on his already terrifying face. He lifted her chin with his hand and said, trying to sound gentler but it gave him a much terrifying voice
"N-Now that all the goblins are dead, why not repopulate this floor with me?"
Gura felt the disgust rise in her chest with the foul stench being so close to her. She knew what this person would do if she agreed.
There was a reason why she framed him aside from the pendant. Grom was notorious on the floor for being a regular assaulter. He had assaulted many of the girls from different tribes and made them pregnant.
He was twisted and crazy, only accepting the children who were born female. One of his victims was none other than her friend. She wanted to avenge her and kill him so that he can never do that to anyone ever again.
She knew that Grom looked at her with lecherous eyes behind everyone's gazes. Finding a better opportunity, she seduced him that went exceptionally smoothly.
If she agreed, he would make her give birth and only keep the female children while discarding or killing the male ones. He wouldn't stop anytime soon since there won't be anyone to stop him at all.
Gura tried to resist his advances but he was too strong. Not to mention that she couldn't level up because of Dain clearing all the monsters before her.
Grom forced himself onto her and opened her legs despite her struggles when he heard a cold and clear voice that gave him terror involuntarily.
"What do you think you're doing with my prepared Gift?" Dainsleif stood right behind him and said in a low and cold voice.
Grom reacted quickly and merged into the shadows. He was desperate to run away as even he knew he couldn't win against this human.
But would Dain let him run?' of course not. He quickly used the free envisioning, blocking all the shadows around them, so the rotten figure couldn't go back to the shadows.
He recognized the powers as the leader who led the monster army from the dungeon. The mages said that this particular guy somehow received the power of an undead with blessing from the shadow god.
'Shadow God', one of the 20 founding gods born from the fragments of the 'Visionary', the one who created this entire world and divided himself into fragments that later became the 20 founding gods .
Alas this 'Shadow God' was already dead with his consciousness merging completely with the universe.
'Wait a minute!' a thought crept into his mind.
'Doesn't this situation match with one of those chosen ones who die but receive a blessing from a god and come back to life to become op?'
Dain's face twisted with irritation. He knew he was also considered a chosen one by that logic, but his story was being written right now. Who the hell is writing this bastard's story? (A/N: Not now but maybe later…)
In his irritation, he didn't think twice before swinging his sword at him. Normal weapons might not have any effect on an undead like him, but his 'Fate' sword wasn't any normal sword. It could devour anyone's Fate itself.
The sword blade sliced through the rotten flesh and dug deep within him, reaching even his soul. But it didn't stop there. It went deeper where countless thin luminous strings were wrapped around his very being and devoured the string while cutting the very soul.
A fate-less being might stay alive, but a soulless being has no chance of doing that. As expected, the rotten chosen one was now truly dead, dying by the hands of someone who shared the same fate of coming back to life and getting stronger than before.
Gura, who was still lost in her dilemma finally snapped out of it and instinctively tried to back away.
Dain looked at her and got close to see if she was alright…
To be continued…