Chapter 50: The Mysterious Dungeon (Part 2)

The monster wasn’t weak.

On the contrary, this monster was quite strong.

In terms of strength alone, it was a fairly strong monster for one that appears early in a dungeon. It seemed that the

level of the dungeon had definitely risen, to the point where it would be rude to compare it to existing dungeons.

I silently looked at the monster in front of me.

The ground was filled with its blood and corpses. The last remaining monster was panting, and I dodged its desperate

attack, swinging its front paws as if it had lost its mind, and flicked my hand. And when I flicked my hand, a shadow

rose from under my feet and pierced the monster’s body.

Roar, Screeeeeech…?!

“You still have the strength to scream.”

Usually, they die without even being able to scream, but maybe it’s because it’s a monster with quite a bit of stamina.

The monster seemed to have superior vitality, desperately twisting its body to escape even though the shadow had

pierced its body.

But a monster is still a monster.

It’s a fighting method that relies solely on instinct, not thinking and dealing with enemies like demons. So monsters

are weak. Of course, there are sometimes highly intelligent monsters that attack while thinking like demons, but such

monsters are rare.

I looked at such a monster with an emotionless gaze and then cut off its head.

It’s a beast without will, but at least I wanted to send it off without pain. Well, it would have been painful when its

stomach was pierced, but I didn’t have to worry about that.

Thud, thud, thud.

[Rebellion Tiger +1 killed.]

Strangely, in this dungeon, when you kill a monster, the system pops up like this, like in a game, saying that you

killed one. Thanks to this, it’s good to know the name of the monster you killed, but I don’t feel very good.

It feels like I’ve entered a game, not reality.

…Ah. Come to think of it, it’s not wrong to say that I became a game character. I turned my gaze to Leticia with an

awkward expression.

“Heh. The hide is tougher than other feline monsters. It’s quite tough and definitely strong. Where did this kind of

monster come from?”

She seemed to be analyzing the corpse of the Rebellion Tiger, which she had killed alone, by poking it with her staff.

It was a completely opposite appearance from the one a little while ago, when she was hitting the head of the

Rebellion Tiger with her staff and killing it.

Smack.

“Ah.”

I slowly averted my eyes at Leticia’s action of completely cutting off the breath of the Rebellion Tiger, which was

breathing shallowly, by hitting its head with her staff.

It’s natural to kill a monster that shows hostility. I also made a monster into a skewer a little while ago, so I don’t feel

cruelty in Leticia’s actions.

It’s natural.

The reason I averted my eyes was not because Leticia killed the monster.

It’s just that I couldn’t bear to see Leticia like that. Wizards are those who deal with mysteries, but what mystery.

She’s smashing heads with a staff, so how is that a wizard?

Are physical wizards also considered wizards these days? Certainly, there were rumors that a new form of wizard

called Battle Mage was created while I didn’t know, but there was no such job in the game, and it was just a rumor, so

I passed it over once before.

…Could it be that the rumored Battle Mage that I didn’t know about was Leticia?

Leticia has always said that hitting an opponent directly with a staff feels better than hitting them with magic. I

looked at her with suspicious eyes and then turned my gaze away.

What does it matter if Leticia is a Battle Mage? She’s not a bad guy like a warlock, so even if she changed jobs to

Battle Mage, I had no reason to say anything.

If she wants to be a Battle Mage, she can be. My girlfriend wants to do it, so she should. Where is my like or dislike?

“Charlotte.”

“…Huh?”

“Let’s move on. This dungeon, something seems to be different from the dungeons we know.”

I smiled at Leticia, who shone her eyes, saying that she was curious about the inside of the dungeon where these

creatures came in droves.

Yeah. If you like it, I like it too.

And I’m also interested in exploring the unknown dungeon that hasn’t been revealed yet. It might cost me my life if

I’m not careful, but the Great Sage of the hero party is next to me, so what could possibly happen?

If there’s an enemy that Leticia struggles with, I’ll be in danger too, but there’s no way such an enemy would be in a

dungeon like this.

Unless a monster as strong as an apostle pops out. If that’s not the case, Leticia won’t struggle alone.

I laughed hollowly inside.

There’s no way there’s a monster as strong as the Demon King’s apostle, so I’m thinking useless thoughts. Even if this

world is a sequel to the world I knew, there’s no way the developers would put it in a dungeon that would appear in

the early part of the game unless they were crazy. I erased that thought from my head.

I followed Leticia, who was walking forward with a happy face, and I also moved my steps.

Honestly, like Leticia, I was also excited. I was always excited when I played the game for the first time without

knowing anything.

Well, as I said before, it’s not a game now, but reality where you die if you die, but I won’t die easily, and as long as

Leticia is next to me, I won’t die.

Probably.

There’s no way there’s a monster in this dungeon that Leticia struggles with. I took it lightly.

How long has it been?

I felt someone’s presence in front of me. An ominous and slimy magical power. Leticia and I prepared for battle

against the magical power that only the corrupted can have.

Grooooooan—.

A corpse that is alive but at the same time not alive. Zombies, which are common in fantasy, were slowly walking

towards us with bizarre screams.

Weak monsters move in groups.

The weaker they are, the more they have to unite to survive longer against the strong, so they instinctively unite.

So when you meet zombies, you usually meet dozens to hundreds of zombies, not one or two.

“Hu…man, li, liv, living…human…and, maaaagggiii…cian…?”

But the zombie we met was one. Moreover, it was able to speak, albeit clumsily, as if it had intelligence. This alone is

amazing, but the monster was holding a staff in its hand.

Zombies are nothing but lingering attachments that wander around the present world, unable to think or think, so

how can a zombie speak and hold a staff in its hand like a human? This zombie must have been a wizard in its

lifetime.

I’ve seen cases where wizards died and became zombies.

When the corpse of a fellow wizard was defiled by the enemy and became an undead or a zombie, I killed them

myself.

At least to send off those who were ridiculed even in death without will. Because I think it’s polite, I killed them with

my own hands.

It was an unspeakable act, a cruel treatment for those who had already died.

If I continued to leave them alone, they would eventually suffer. Because I thought it was my duty to send them away

painlessly rather than wandering around the world in a state where they couldn’t even die comfortably after death

and being ridiculed by the enemy.

Fulfill the responsibility of the strong. Those who are born with great power have a great responsibility.

There’s a reason why such a saying exists.

I narrowed my eyes and glared at the back of the guy.

But I couldn’t see anything. If a warlock had used black magic to turn a wizard into a zombie, I should have been able

to see at least a little bit of the thread of magical power of the warlock or demon who turned this poor wizard into a

zombie, but I couldn’t see it at all.

What is that zombie?

It’s a zombie’s natural desire to crave the flesh of living humans, but I’ve never seen a zombie that can use magic.

Tier 2 Magic, Lightning.

One of the most basic spells.

Magical power gathers at the end of the staff held by the zombie wizard. And at the same time as blue light erupts in

all directions, a blue electric current erupts in all directions with a roar like thunder from the end of the staff.

“A zombie that uses magic…!”

My eyes widen.

I stepped back slightly to avoid the blue electricity that stretched out as if to surround Leticia and me, and Leticia

used defense magic.

Crack, crack.

Can that really be called basic magic? No, it seemed like a magic that was far from the Lightning I knew in the first place.

I swallowed my saliva, looking at the floor and walls, which were not simply destroyed, but hollowed out as if eaten

by something.

Is it a modified zombie or something?

Glancing.

I shut my mouth when I saw the name floating above the guy’s head.

[Zombie Wizard Modified by Demons]

…Really.

By the way, the name is lame.

“Ugh.”

Still, it’s not much to say, but the modification seems to have been done.

The magic bullet, which had been compressed to the limit at the end of the staff, was fired continuously at me, not

Leticia.

“Crazy!”

Seeing that, I hurriedly erected a shield of shadows around me and gathered my hands to block the zombie wizard’s

attack, but it seems to be inadequate.

Thud, thud, thud.

“Demi… Charlotte.”

“…I’m fine, this much.”

More than that, this guy is strong.

I frowned, looking at the blood dripping to the floor with a hole in my palm.

“Phew.”

I sighed at the sight of my skin wriggling and regenerating, and I glared at the zombie wizard, thanking my body’s

healing ability.

“Leticia. This guy seems to be quite strong, so let’s cooperate… Huh…?”

“You son of a b*tch who doesn’t even know morality!! How dare you make someone bleed!!”

Bang.

And what I saw was Leticia, who was yelling and smashing the head of the zombie wizard with a staff wrapped in

more delicate magical power than the zombie wizard.

……Uh, uhhh?

This isn’t it.