The moment the glass containers made contact with one of the muscular goblins, Pest saw its skin visibly decay, and in a couple of seconds it had completely melted.
"Interesting, so you guys are pretty similar to the ones on the previous floor," he muttered.
The only problem was that he couldn't take any notes right now—more enemies were rapidly charging at him, bloodshot eyes locked on their melting comrade.
The muscular goblins sat on the wolves and rushed straight at Pest; they were screaming things that Pest couldn't understand at all.
But he didn't care what they were talking about; they would all die anyway.
Pest's fingers suddenly turned bright green, and without hesitation he charged at the monsters. Normally he would be more cautious when facing enemies, but these guys could hardly threaten him.
"Hehehehe"
He had a creepy smile on his face while charging at the muscular goblins and their mounts. The large goblins raised their crude weapons, and the wolves were all ready to completely tear that bastard's body into a million pieces.
But Pest wasn't worried in the slightest; when he was finally in range of the goblins' attacks, they all swung down with their weapons. However, Pest easily dodged them all; at the last second, he suddenly sped up once more and arrived behind them.
"Hehe!"
Then he went on a complete rampage; his attacks didn't have a shred of technique or logic behind them. All he did was scratch, grab, and tear the wolves and goblins into pieces.
"Unexpected, right?" Pest said to the last standing goblin, his whole body was covered in green and red blood from the goblins and the wolves.
His plague-doctor mask looked like a clown mask because of the red and green color mixed on it, but Pest didn't mind at all. On the contrary, he actually liked it.
The blood of his dead enemies was a very fitting prize for him; he could use that to enhance his toxins and diseases against those monster types after all.
"Now I will try to keep you alive as long as possible and experiment with all kinds of things!" he exclaimed; the look in his eyes was not normal, and the muscular goblin felt its limbs give out.
It tried everything it could to run away from the maniac in front of it, but nothing worked; its arms and legs weren't listening to the commands its brain was giving.
"Don't worry, I'll show your little friends what will happen to you."
After he said that, Pest cut through the goblin's tendon behind the ankle to make sure he wouldn't run away and ruin his fun.
Then he turned around and began carefully reassembling his dead friends. First, he carefully arranged the wolves, putting their heads at the front, then their bodies, placing the organs he had torn out on top of them.
"That looks much better, don't you think?" Pest asked the muscular goblin, a depraved look in his eyes.
The green creature just looked at the maniac in front of it with horror in its eyes; it was so repulsed that it felt like it could throw up any moment now.
"Oh nope, that's a no-go."
Pest suddenly said. Before the goblin could react, Pest had taken out a glass tube with a weird black liquid inside it. And forced it down the monster's throat.
"Hehe, can't have you dying on me, you know. I've had that happen in the past, and that was a terrible feeling."
Pest was clearly talking to the monster like he could understand him; this was also one of his habits. Clearly explaining everything he was doing and going to do to his victims, at some point it had become a habit of his.
Even if the other party couldn't understand him, it didn't matter; seeing those terrified looks on the victims' faces was always one of his greatest pleasures.
After the monster drank the weird black liquid, its gag reflex stopped working completely, and now it had to look at how this bastard was disgracing the corpses of its dead brothers without being able to throw up or even gag.
"Graaaa!" it screamed at Pest, trying to intimidate him, hoping he would put it out of its misery.
"Hehe!"
But instead the opposite happened; Pest started reassembling the corpses at an even faster pace than before, almost like he liked more resistance.
"Yes, that's it! Struggle more! Hate me more!"
Pest's whole body was shivering from the immense pleasure from the current situation; it almost looked like he could climax at any moment.
The monster was horrified and quickly shut its mouth; it was wondering how it could have met such a freak on a random patrol of the weird hole in the ground.
A couple moments later, Pest had finally reorganized all the corpses neatly in a circle surrounding him and the monster; all the heads were at the front and looking straight at the monster. Behind the heads were the bodies with the organs he had torn out on top of the backs.
But even if they were on their backs, Pest had neatly arranged them in the order they would be placed inside their bodies; he had to be thorough when doing things, after all.
"Now let's get this party started, right?" he asked, looking at the only monster that was still alive.
The green creature felt its blood run cold, and it started sweating profusely; anywhere it looked, it saw its dead brothers.
A moment later it started ugly crying, as all kinds of tragic sounds came out of its mouth.
Hearing that, Pest stopped approaching and did a weird little dance around the monster—little hops and a smooth pirouette on one foot.
One of the most bizarre scenes was currently unfolding around the monster; it was making all kinds of desperate noises, and Pest was just dancing around it without a care in the world.
A couple minutes later, Pest stopped dancing and took out one glass vial after the other. "Now it's finally time to start the experiments!"
After the monster saw all those glass vials being placed in front of it, it immediately lost consciousness as it fell down on its back.
"Tsk, weakling," Pest muttered, but he still didn't stop taking glass vials out of his jacket; even if it was unconscious, the show must go on!