Chapter 25

Chapter 25

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[Translator Kie]

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Have you regained consciousness?

Ah, you dont need to look at me with such worried eyes. You were just unconscious for a very brief moment. It was no more than ten seconds, really.

Anyway, it was quite amusing.

I forgot how immersed I was, to the point of forgetting that I was acting. Plus, I learned quite a lot. Ive seen many humans entering with buffs, but you were the first one to cast buffs right in front of me. Buffs seem to have tremendous effects, more than I thought. Even with armor thats nearly impenetrable, a surprise came as you effortlessly stabbed through it. Thanks to you, Ill have to get a new set of armor. Damned bastard.

Oh, did I deviate from the main topic of the story? Well, never mind.

It seems like I won, as expected.

Well, thats how it turned out.

A droplet dangled at the tip of the stalactite and fell with a soft sound. Feeling the drop on his back of the hand, Niphrim flinched reflexively. Before, it was dripping with cold, and now it felt like a tingling sensation, as if the body were paralyzed.

The dungeon fell silent. Patrick sat beside Niphrim in a crouched position. The position didnt seem comfortable, as the constant sound of bones creaking could be heard.

Niphrims unfocused pupils turned towards Patrick. As if waiting for that reaction, Patrick finally gritted his teeth.

As an apology for the prank, let me tell you a few things. First, enhancing your physical abilities using buff magic is undoubtedly impressive, but with that alone, you cant defeat our boss. Your sword wont reach our boss.

Responding to Patricks words, Niphrim attempted to speak but ended up spitting out blood.

Secondly, I twisted something inside your body earlier. So, I recommend not talking. Its better if you dont move either. I wont tell you how I twisted it. I wont tell because even if I did, its not something you could easily replicate.

Speaking in a leisurely tone, Patrick slowly stood up.

Thirdly, during the few seconds you were unconscious, I took care of some business. Your body might find it difficult to move, but It would be good for you to at least be able to lift your head. Its quicker to check for yourself.

He lifted his head.

All the members of the expedition team were dead.

In just about ten seconds, all 30 members were gone.

Lastly, among those who have encountered Death Knight Patrick at the Primordial Core, not a single one has returned alive. Not a single one.

The scent of blood emanated from Tanabella lying beside Patrick. As Patrick walked away, seemingly muttering to himself, saying, I have something to show you, Niphrim, who unfortunately was still alive, just looked on helplessly.

A dragging sound echoed on the floor. What Patrick dragged with both hands were the bodies of two people. The path along which the bodies were dragged resembled a red carpet stained with blood.

The bodies were once monks and a wizard, namely Sylvia. Patrick carelessly threw the bodies in front of Niphrim. Sylvias body, impaled on a protruding stone on the floor, started bleeding profusely around her head.

Dealing with these two was the most challenging. I swung my sword eight times in total to cut through them. If I say I swung four times at the monk, you might get the idea. They were strong, resilient, truly formidable opponents. Even after cutting half of their bodies, they tried to attack me, using it as an opportunity. I didnt let them hit me, though.

Patrick glanced at Niphrim with a sly smile. As expected, what gleamed in Niphrims eyes was only flesh. Just a facade of an enemy.

Patrick chuckled.

Oh, and this wizard girl was more troublesome than the monk. She took a real beating. She could use area-of-effect holy magic. My bones still itch from that. More importantly, your name is Niphrim? Judging by the look youre giving me, it seems right. Even on the verge of death, this woman kept calling the name Niphrim until the end. She really searched for you desperately.

Patrick concluded his words and maintained silence, as if observing Niphrims reaction. After observing Niphrim silently for almost a minute, Patrick let out a small sigh. It seemed somewhat disappointed, as if not getting the desired response.

I hoped to see a bit more intensified emotion from you, but theres no reaction. Mr. Niphrim, youre completely cold-hearted. Well, saying something like this is pointless. Lets move on to the main topic. Mr. Niphrim, do you know why I didnt kill you? Do you happen to remember what I said at the beginning? I mentioned that after knocking you down, I would make you vomit. Thats right, that. Its question time now.

No matter how much I think about it, there are too many strange things to just accept it at face value. Even if Pyimore is a fool, he wouldnt have sent only 30 people like this. Moreover, you guysoh, right, theyre all dead, so choosing that word was a mistake. Anyway, this punitive expedition wasnt particularly strong or anything. Typically, the punitive expeditions that come here are all at this level or even higher. Ironically, except for you, Niphrim, the female mage, and the monk, everyone else was clearly below average. After taking a long breath,

What are you hiding?

If questions had a form, Patricks question would undoubtedly be in the shape of a sharp dagger. His chilly voice pierced Niphrims ears. Niphrim seemed to try to react, reaching out his arm, but his paralyzed body made it impossible.

Im not asking you to answer with your insides twisted. Um First of all, Im a completely kind and friendly skeleton, so Ill give you some choices. I dont plan to force an answer out of you. After all, trying to control your kind through force would be utterly fruitless. Whether you raise your right hand slightly if youre willing to answer or your left hand if youre not. Oh, of course, no matter which one you raise, Niphrim, youre going to die. There may be a difference in the process of dying, but the outcome is obvious.

What choice will you make?

I have.

While Patrick sneered, a cheerful sound of kicking the ground echoed. Niphrim, who was staggering, leaped in an instant. Despite not having a proper leaping posture, the speed was tremendous. There were many unnatural movements as if he couldnt control his body, but his focus was undoubtedly sharp.

Passing by Patrick in an instant, Niphrim whispered, Lets end this now.

Wow, it gave me chills. In this day and age, using such creepy lines

Turning his body toward Patrick and holding the sword in reverse as if lifting it in front of his body.

Formless Backflow Phantom Slash Moon Break.

The level itself is different from the ordinary imperial swordsmanship. Its a technique that has slaughtered dozens of dungeon boss monsters so far. The essence of the strongest sword strike, squeezing the muscles of the whole body and unleashing the formidable strike

To adopt the posture, he first planted his left foot forward. Pressing his right foot, which served as a fulcrum, tightly against the ground, he took a deep breath.

He stepped forward to deliver the first blow to the bewildered Patrick. A herbivores stabbing attack, several times faster than usual. Although the armor almost nullified the damage, it went in smoothly. He turned the drawn sword once and corrected his posture.

Perfect movement up to this point. Now, he would take down the skeleton

He disappeared?

Uh, so What technique is that? Its the worst What was that long preparation move? Its not like that was your ultimate technique or something, right? What kind of reaction should I show? Huh, I mean

Certainly, Patrick, who was just in front moments ago, is nowhere to be seen. Before he could ponder where he went, the voice came from right next to Niphrim.

For a moment, the breath caught in his throat. The aura emanating from Patrick, standing upright beside him, was unbelievably cold.

Emotions were extremely restrained. The mocking tone from earlier was gone, replaced by a low voice almost as if it could be lying on the ground. That single phrase echoed in Niphrims ears, scratching at him like a thousand times.

Disappointing, arent you?

A familiar sensation in a familiar area.

Once again, Niphrims stomach was pierced.

Ill kill you

Your gaze is intense. Youre making a face like something big happened. Indeed, youve gotten stronger. About 9 to 13 points. Youve risen by about 4 points. Although youve gotten significantly stronger, youre still lacking the score to confidently say those creepy words from before. By the way, if you get stronger every time you eat a corpse How many corpses are left here? 29? Ill wait for you to eat them all. How about starting after consuming all of them? You might not reach 90 points, even then. If you do, maybe you can beat me. Still, youll be far from defeating the boss.

Taunting loudly again, Patrick pulled out Tanabella, embedded in Niphrims stomach. Thick liquid oozed out.

Just like before, Patrick, who was staring at the staggering Niphrim, promptly severed both of Niphrims arms. He also cut off both legs. The sound of a dungeon crumbling echoed continuously. After leaving only the torso, Patrick, who was surveying the surroundings, threw the most intact corpse in front of Niphrim.

Eat. Theres still plenty left, so you can take your time. Your colleagues have prepared a feast for you, you know? Psycho, who has dealt with guys like me several times. Although I dont particularly pride myself on being the central point of the Primordial Core Well, thats true, where dare you compare the Primordial Core to other dungeons? Fortunately, Im glad that Im the only one who heard your slip of the tongue. Since I have kindness ingrained in me, Ill generously offer you this meal, but if such words were heard by another boss in Primordial Core whos sensitive to such matters You might not even be treated like a monster and could experience all sorts of unimaginable pain. Ah, just thinking about it gives me the chills.

Niphrim, writhing in agony, couldnt possibly respond properly. The unscrupulous Patrick directly shoved food into Niphrims mouth.

A cycle of vomiting and eating repeated. Once the consumed corpse was completely cleared, the severed parts of Niphrims body were regenerated. Soon, after devouring one corpse, Niphrims limbs were perfectly restored. The wounds vanished neatly. However, Niphrim couldnt stand up. Not because lying down was miserable, but if he were to stand up, he would die more horrifically

Only now did he feel fear. The Skeleton, nicknamed Death Knight, was not an exaggeration. The spreading aura was so dense that it felt like it was constricting the breath. If he were to stand up now, their eyes would surely meet. The empty eye sockets undoubtedly showed a chilling and cruel curiosity.

Its the same as before. It seems youre not getting any stronger.

Patricks tone, which had been playful until now, suddenly turned serious.

Patrick got up from his seat without saying another word. Then, he scanned the blood-stained Room 2.

There were 28 corpses left.

In the Primordial Core, endless screams echoed.

Phase. 7

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