Chapter 20: 20-10th Floor [3] Blood in the water

“Please be careful in the dungeon, and if you encounter someone.” Hestia looked at her children with worry.

“It’s all right we know Lady Hestia,” Lilly smiled.

The goddess looked at each of their expression her softening. She still wanted them to be safe, but looking at their face they appeared prepared for anything.

‘I don’t know why but it feels like it’s been a while since I’ve been in the dungeon, weird cuz it’s only been three days.’

They talked to Rose about returning to the dungeon and went inside as a team. Meanwhile, the two were being watched with great anticipation.

Rose herself had an uneasy feeling seeing Moby leave the guild. It was one she always had for any adventurer, but something made this feeling stronger.

...

“Roar!” Amid the tenth floor, an ogre charged toward the two. But in quick succession, both slashed their legs with Moby, ending with a downward slash to its head.

-Swish! -Thud!

“Phew! Glad to be back in the groove of things,” Moby smiled, cleaning his blade.

The trio moved in tandem, Lilly shooting arrows at the Orc’s eyes, blinding them with Bell and Moby moving together to cut them down.

Another Orc was charging towards them. Moby snapped his fingers into the water in the mist, forming an icicle that shot forward through its dome. With the monster landing with a thud.

‘This biome is best for ice-related alchemy.’

“Firebolt!” Bell shouted, blasting another orc in the distance. It too fell into dust.

Unaware, the trio were being watched by a crazed set of eyes, mortal and god alike.

“Help! Somebody Help!” The desperate cries of a damsel reached Bell’s ears.

“W-what!?” He jumped, turning around Moby and Lilly looked at him, confused.

“Someone please help me!” The words echoed in his mind further as a path opened itself in the mist as if fate were guiding him.

“Bell, what’s wrong?” Moby asked, sharing Lilly’s concern.

“S-someones calling for help can’t you hear her!?”

‘Immediate red flag,’ Moby held on to him tightly, “Bell listens to me carefully. There is no one screaming for help. Lilly can confirm, I think someone is using magic against you to separate us, so breathe and calm down.”

His breathing grew rapid, and more screaming echoed in the young boy’s head. His drive to be a hero was being used against him.

“Bell?” Lilly asked, inching closer.

“I- I have to go!” He pulled out of his grasp and ran away, “Seriously!” Moby groaned chasing after him, ‘this has to be Freyas doing!’

Lilly followed behind, chasing after Bell. He stopped looking around before running into a cave; he took sharp turns moving faster than Moby could keep until after turning one corner of their path was blocked by adventurers.

“We finally meet again boy,” the familiar adventures form before blocking their path, Moby grimaced and Lilly froze.

“Your friend will be fine. Probably then again I don’t care,” the leader swordsman spoke, “we’ll let the little one pass but you-“

-Snap! -Boom!

“Quit monologing.”

He frowned and clapped his fingers right as he was about to touch the ground. A shadow burst through the flames and he jumped back as a sword smashed into the ground he stood.

“Hehe check fuck I’ll love killing you,” he lifted his sword. His party members brandished their weapons, each with a crazed look in their eyes.

-Swish!

An arrow flew past his face, then another, followed by more volleys. He had to jump back, not given enough time to use alchemy. ‘these guys...’ he gulped, a small knot of fear winding in his stomach.

“Moby, sir, I think we should run,” Lilly, the one with the most experience, could see two ends of this.

“... If I face you guys alone, you’ll let her pass, right?” Moby said.

“What!?”

“Oh yeah, she can go. Our deal is with you and you only.”

“Moby, what are you thinking!?” she whispered and yelled to him as he got down on one knee, his hands visibly shaking.

“Lilly we can’t run from this they won’t stop coming after us, honestly I want to run but deep down I know it won’t last, so please go get Bell and knock come back for me,” his hands stopped shaking grabbing hers, a firm look fear and determination.

These men were unhinged, and it was clear they waited for them, so running would only extend this torment.

She gulped and nodded, moving as quickly as she could to get Bell. Just as she left, he snapped his fingers.

-Woosh! Boom!

It exploded from the flames. The tanks that carried large shields stood in front, taking the blasts, they marched in teams of two one tank and a swordsman together the Archer moved back cocking his bow.

“Die!” Both swordsmen dashed, swinging in opposite directions as an arrow flew by him. Jumping back, he launched into a blast of fire. It struck, exploding, but the swordsman was fine!?

“Haha, we're prepared for all your tricks alchemist,” he forgot about the two tanks that appeared beside him, bashing him and kicking the wind out of him.

“He rolled forward and swing at the swordsman on his left, snapping a fireball at the one on the right.

-Clang!

He blocked and kicked him in the ribs, grunting Moby grabbed it and threw him into one of the shield swordsmen and was about to clap.

“Ah!” He screamed as an arrow flew into his open back, one more sunk in and he rolled only to have a boot strike his face. As he fell and moved his head, a sword sank to the ground beside him.

-Bam!

He smashed his face, pushing him back, following with a slash of his glaive, “Oh fuck!”

Moby’s sense alerted him and he flipped back as a flaming arrow shot past him until he landed and exchanged with the two swordsmen and the tank.

-Clang! -Fwoosh! -Clang! -Fwoosh! -Bam!

The exchange could only be described as short. The men were hungry for blood. The weight of each swing shook Moby’s bones. They were stronger than him faster and outnumbered him.

A sharp kick to his side sent him rolling as another arrow flew into his thigh. He had no time to scream and rolled as the two swordsmen came down with their blades.

He was on the floor and the four were towing over him, ready to finish. “TORRENT!”

-BOOM! -SPLASH!

A geyser erupted beneath him, the sharp pains and burning sensation from the arrows lessened, but the wounds were still there. The explosion pushed the four back, Moby stood up terrifyingly as if pulled by strings.

Grabbing his glaive snapping his fingers as in the water the edge grew into a large ice blade.

“The fuck she told us about the fire and earth alchemy, but not this!?” the swordsman raged.

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“Fuck it, he can’t use it for long,” the other swordsman said huffing the slash on his chest oozing blood but he paid no attention, “we just have to tire him out.”

Moby was silent in their exchange. He was afraid, furious and confused all at the same. Time the amount of emotion forced him to accept this reality differently. ‘Monsters. There are just monsters.’

-Swoosh

He raised his glaive. The men braced themselves as it came down straight, then avoided it easily before anyone could react. The ground further broke apart, leading to the archer.

“Aah!” He screamed, falling down a pit spikes puncturing his legs, “Aaah!”

They had no time to react as Moby jumped, grabbing a large piece of earth with his glaive and smashing it down the hole the archer fell.

A sickening crack exploded throughout the cave, bones mangled and blood spurted out of the gaps in the hole.

The blood on his water exterior mixing with it, he turned back to the four adventurers. “Four left.”

“YOU!” The tank charged him, bashing his shield into his water cocoon, the contact smashing him into the wall, but he was unbothered.

The water spread to the man’s whole body except his head. He snapped his fingers in the water and began freeing rapidly, “Gahl! Urk n-no, please! Hesh! Hell!”

It was too late, as his body froze. Moby disconnected and punched him, falling with a large thud. The head popped off the frozen body.

“...” he looked down a moment of conflict before reforming his outlook, ‘just a monster.’

The remaining three charged immediately with the tank in the middle and swordsmen on his side. Moby swung his glaive, slamming into the shield.

“Push back my enemies and make them fall repel!” The tank shouted. A golden force pushed the water off Moby and, like a kick in the chest, sent him flying back.

-Bam!

“Gah!” He slammed into the wall a loud ringing in his mind, “Die!”

-Shunk! -Shunk!

The swordsmen drove their blades into his abdomen and chest, and worse, they pulled him up the wall, his feet dangling from the ground, “AAAAAAAH!”

He spat a bloodcurdling scream as Torrent returned, but the blades embedded him into the wall.

-Bam! -Thwack!

The other swordsman swung his fist into his face, blood and teeth flying. His magic couldn’t numb his pain. He felt every moment, the blades inside him keeping him above ground, his face and cuts burning.

“Haha how’s that bitch!” the man laughed and choked Moby lifting him higher, “Hah dah urk!” he was drowning in his blood as it mixed with his water, anguish and deep fear, he tried to strike and kick the man barely reaching his face.

Watched the crazed look in his eyes and his two accomplices who watched from behind. Why didn’t he run? Would it have been? Better, why was he forsaken by this? World, he cursed, everything barely reaching his face.

He felt death was so close and he feared it. His vision grew blurry as he touched the man’s face. A firm grasp and lightning coursed through it.

“AAH!” He screamed as it morphed and grew to a grotesque blob of skin before exploding blood everywhere but mostly on Moby, it mixing with his water.

“AAAAAAAH!” He screeched, reaching to the blades and pulling them out as the two who were in a daze charged him.

-Clap!

His figure could not be seen because of the blood that mixed into his water, only a dark silhouette the tank charged him, ready to use his skill once more, but his shield burst into scraps with firm hands grasped his face and he screeched.

The swordsman tried to swing through the bloody water exterior to his Moby inside but it only bounced off the Tank screamed as his face was slowly crushed, exploding with blood that fell on Moby.

His vision was just as murky and bloody as his exterior. He dropped the body not caring for his physical state, his mind was numbing and a mess of emotions.

-Thud.

The headless body fell, and Moby faced the last man remaining the leader, the man who could only express rage. His first instinct was to beg but see his friend’s decapitated, mangled and frozen body. It was clear where that would get him.

He stared at what he considered prey, Moby now cloaked in swirling bloody waters, his outline completely black.

‘Run!’ He turned, kicking off the ground as he left the cave, turning the corner. Looking over his would, he couldn’t see Moby, but it was too later as the figure appeared over him, kicking his back.

“Ack!” He coughed blood as Moby flipped him over and pinned him down. “No! NO! PLEASE! IT WANT ME! NOT US! S-SHE DID THIS LET ME GO AND-“

“I don’t care.”

The man had a fixed mindset, and he stared at him. He was a monster he wouldn’t learn. Either he would come back or try to ruin him. He grasped his neck and tightened.

-Thud! -Bam!

The swordsman kicked and tried to push himself free, tears falling down his eyes, but he just saw it as bothersome. “alchemy,” he said as if he uttered the word a thousand times.

More tears turned to blood, and the man stopped struggling.

...

“Ah~ Yes~” Watching the entire exchange in privacy was Freya, the mastermind herself. She watched Bell battle the minotaur and witnessed Moby’s thrilling battle. She truly did not expect such a development to get more than she expected.

“Ah, this should be enough for now, hm poor Moby,” she watched him walk hazily out of the dungeon. His magic disappeared now, becoming a walking, bloodied young man. He was fragile all the more she wanted to come down there and take him.

But she had her limits, and he was still basking in the euphoric feeling from before. “enjoy my gift darling.”

...

‘Why...’ Moby walked through the dungeon, his whole body wet and sticky with blood and guts. The monsters avoided him like a plague.

His mind was barely functioning walking with the single intent to numb the ever-pulsing pain with the best therapist alcohol, the backlash from Torrent and the weight from taking lives even one who begged in his hands was putting great strain.

He killed people. It was simple to use whatever justification to ease the mind. It was still. murder self-defence was just a sugarcoat. Part of him knew conflict was inevitable, but how could you be prepared?

Tired and hurting his mind was cluttered to do anything else besides walk to quench his thirst and ease the pressure from his mind.

Not knowing how much time passed. He was outside the dungeon on the streets. It was late in the afternoon, so few were there to see him. But those who did could only pity and relate and others laugh.

...

[Hostess of fertility]

Inside, as usual, the tavern was growing busy with adventurers and guests all alike. Ryuu was, as usual, serving and handling customers when Syr reached her ears.

“Hey, Ryuu, did you hear? There’s an idiot who’s back from the dungeon completely bloodied!” The excitement in her voice was cause for concern, but Ryuu shook it off.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because he’s going to walk by and I wanna see,” she said, walking out of the tavern. Ryuu wasn’t curious, but when the thought of Moby flashed to mind, she froze.

‘It’s unlikely... then again I didn’t see him this morning,’ she hesitated, a bad feeling swirling deep down in her stomach.

She served her plates and left the tavern. As expected, she saw an adventurer bloodied from head to toe. “hah see?” Syr pointed to him.

Ryuu didn’t respond. Her feeling grew and seeing his emerald eyes, she moved with brief hesitation.

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