[Erina El Leilena's POV:]
"Come!" he shouted as he vanished again along with that Zombie that was on its four.
-BOOM!!
-BOOOM!!
I could barely follow their reflections as I saw them fighting with each other. Opening my eyes, I used a bit of my stored power to catch up to their fight and saw that… Michael was winning without much difficulty.
It was just that the Zombie was trying to escape from Michael's clutches every time Michael got to him. It was totally a one sided Massacre.
'It's totally ridiculous!' I thought as my eyes widened just a bit before they returned to normal. All I could do was look at Michael, who was laughing crazily as he was chasing Zombie as if he were playing a game against it. (f)reewebnovel.com
I wouldn't have been shocked if it had been a normal fight but…
'We are in a f*cking DUNGEON!!!' I wanted to shout but it might disturb Michael's fight so I shall not.
Well, to explain my statement better, it's better to go back to the basics about what a dungeon is.
Dungeon is a place where the Envoys of Various Higher beings are sent to get their class along with their gifts to become proper Envoys. It's a place to nurture them and also test them.
The Testing part is actually more important than normal, since it's more like a challenge to see how much an Envoy can do in a given test.
Normally most Envoy reaches the 60th Floor or something before they succumb. The bad ones fail around 50th floor or before, the rare ones reach even up to 70th floor.
'But that's when we talk about 100 Floors… this dungeon has only 70 floors…' I gulped as I saw that guy enjoying that one sided fight as he chased after that Zombie as he was chasing a cat…
For Heaven's sake, have some hard time in defeating it… at least pretend that it's hard, you know? Even the most geniuses will have a hard time reaching the half of the dungeon while having such carefree looks on their faces.
The difficulty of the dungeon is based on your stats and the way you move or walk. The only thing it doesn't take into account is your Skills which you can use…
'The only thing that can help you reach the end is a power skill, which you have either been gifted with, or maybe forged on your own, or maybe acquired in an adventure or something,' I pondered as I sighed since he had already cornered that Zombie.
'Just what kind of skills does he have?' I questioned, as I couldn't comprehend his power level anymore. It's like he started at the very low with the highest skill tiers but..
'That's messed up!'
-BOOM!!
And I saw that powerful Zombie falling down on the ground as lifeless as it could be…
Then I saw Michael wiping off his non-existent sweat as if he had worked really hard in this fight before coming towards me as usual.
"Good job me!" he spoke as he chuckled before once again picking me up in his arms and once again checking something in the air.
'Is it his skill?' I questioned as I looked in the air where he was concentrating. I couldn't see it but I could sense a certain energy from it. It was a pleasant energy… a very calming energy, if I may say so.
Though that reminds me…
'They are getting closer… a bit faster,' I sighed inside as I looked at the door to the previous floors, from where the dark energy of the Nightcrawlers was coming from. Hmmm…
I wonder if he can deal with the NightCrawlers, now? After the items he used form the [Dungeon Shop] a feature exclusive only to Envoy's, his power soured higher than ever.
It was as if his powers were doubled, at least if not tripled.
'But I still can't sense any special power from him.' I had a complex look on my face as I saw him carrying me to the next floor. There was a bright smile on his face, despite the darkness all around us.
Normally, I could gauge anyone's power easily, but in his case, at one time, he had little to no power, while at other times he had power beyond what I could even think of.
Once again, he put me down with a bright smile as he looked around to see the Zombies coming out of the Ground. His eyes were looking at them as if he was going on a hunt.
'Michael Aroa… who are you? And who exactly is your Overseer?' I questioned… as it made me even more confused because… because…
All the other Envoy's were dead. As per 'Him' all of them had been erased from existence and not one remains anymore. And given how confident he was, I believe he wasn't lying.
Then that could only mean two things,
'Either he had been hiding so well that no one found him all this time or…. He just became an Envoy not that long…. That would explain his lack of proper power as well. But what about the skills? Just who could bestow him with those skills enough to make him this powerful?'
My eyes searched for answers. Just like every being who has attained a certain power, he too, I believe, uses [Shop] to earn powers and stuff. So did someone gifted him a lot of skills? Or was it a lot of people against 'Him' who gave him powers?
'I don't remember any Overseer powerful enough to give those skills alive currently? Or did someone ascend to a new height while I was captive here?'
So many questions filled up my mind as I looked at that guy killing Zombies as if they were chickens. Since we are already halfway through the dungeon, these Zombies would be at least 5-6 times stronger than his base strength…yet he kills them as if they aren't even half his strength.
'Aaah! I feel jealous of him… and I pity him… since I am here… Kira should be too…' I thought, as I already knew that it was all futile. No matter how powerful Michael might become, in front of Kira, he won't even last a second.
Maybe if Michael had time, he would have been powerful someday, but right now… no, he doesn't have any chances at all.
I wanted him to go back down, but with all those Night Crawlers… I don't think it's possible, either.
Sigh.
Each Night Crawler had at least 50 times more power than the one Michael fought on the previous floor. Maybe by some stroke of luck, Michael may be able to defeat a single one, but with the horde coming from below… No chance.
'Is there really no way for him to escape this dungeon?' I questioned, as I kept thinking about it over and over. There must be something that can help him out of this dungeon, something that will push him away from his inevitable death.
"Hey, you look worried. Don't worry. As long as I am here, nobody can do a dime to you," Michael spoke as he cleared another floor, helping me up in his arms and then carrying me to the next floor, as usual.
All I could do was watch him moving forward towards his death as my heart ached every time I looked at his smiling face.
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