The Ogre King's colossal sword came down like a mountain, splitting the air with deadly force.
Arin pulled out his crimson sword blazed to life, its glow resonating with his blood. When both swords collided, the dungeon shook as if two worlds had collided. A shockwave burst outward, rattling the walls and throwing loose stone from the ceiling.
[Lifespan: 130 years]
[-5 years]
Arin's knees buckled slightly under the weight, his arms straining. He pushed back with all his strength, his crimson sword screeching against the ogre's jagged edge until both were forced apart.
The Ogre King grinned, tusks gleaming. "So you're no ordinary insect. Good… GOOD! Don't die too quickly!"
Ogre king swung again but this time sideways, the sheer wind pressure cutting grooves into the stone floor.
Arin ducked low, meanwhile his crimson steel flashing upward in a diagonal arc. Sparks rained as his blade carved across the Ogre King's chest plate. The armor cracked… but the flesh beneath was unscathed.
"Tch… even with Blood Steel it barely scratches…" Arin muttered, sweat forming at his brow.
The Ogre King laughed and stomped forward. "You'll need more than scratches!"
He slammed his sword down again.
Arin raised his crimson blade and caught the strike. Arin's blood flared out from his arms, wrapping around the sword to reinforce it.
[Lifespan: 125 years]
[-10 years]
The impact sent him skidding backward, boots grinding across the stone until he slammed against the wall. His ribs rattled, his arms numb.
The Ogre King charged, faster than his size suggested. Arin swung his blade horizontally—blood surged from the ground, hardening into spikes to intercept. The ogre smashed through them like brittle twigs, forcing Arin to leap aside.
He twisted mid-air, sword glowing red, and slashed downward. Crimson energy extended the blade, cutting a jagged wound across the Ogre King's shoulder. Dark blood spilled, sizzling against the ground.
The Ogre roared in pain and fury, swinging wildly. Arin raised his blade again to block—but the sheer weight threw him off balance, knocking him onto one knee.
[Lifespan: 110 years]
[-15 years]
Arin coughed blood, his chest heaving. The strain of the Blood manipulation passive burned through his body with every clash. But he stood again, crimson eyes gleaming with defiance.
"You're not… unkillable."
The Ogre King's grin widened. "Neither are you, little ruler."
They clashed again. Swords met, sparks scattering, each blow echoing like thunder. Arin darted around the ogre's massive frame, using agility to keep from being crushed. But every time his blade struck flesh, the wounds were shallow—already closing under the ogre's monstrous vitality.
[Lifespan: 100 years]
[-20 years]
Arin's breathing grew heavier. His arms ached, crimson marks crawling up his body as his blood power consumed him from within.
The Ogre King slammed his sword into the ground, creating a shockwave that knocked Arin off balance. The ogre kicked forward, his massive foot smashing into Arin's side.
Crack
Arin's ribs screamed in pain as he flew into the stone wall, dust exploding around him.
He staggered out of the rubble, his crimson sword glowing brighter than ever, his hands trembling.
[Lifespan: 90 years]
[-30 years]
Arin spat blood and smirked through the pain. "Still standing, old beast."
The Ogre King raised his blade again, eyes gleaming with savage joy. "Good. You've lasted longer than any human before. But now… TIME IS UP!"
Both warriors charged again—their swords clashing in the center of the chamber, sending one final shockwave that cracked the dungeon floor like glass.
[Lifespan: 20 years]
Arin's face was pale, his vision blurring, his body screaming at him to stop but his crimson sword still burned, refusing to fall.
[Warning low lifespan]
[Creator deactivated your passive]
At that moment the ogre king got his chance and punched Arin into his chest. Arin flew away and struck against the wall.
[Passive is on cooldown]
[Creator wants some fun]
Until Arin fell on the ground ogre king was already there punching Arin continuously.
"It's impossible no one can survive direct punch of the ogre king." Sam murmured.
"Finally roach met his destiny." Ogre king was distracted while punching Arin continuously.
It removed the shield of the room and opened the door Sam Vitern, Eryndor, Valeria ran away from there. Lara was trying to save Arin but she was held by Professor because professor knew if they involved in this fight they would face only their death. So she decided to leave she used her teleportation power and took Lara from the dungeon.
Those three were already there standing proudly. Seraphina was also there because someone notified the student council that something happened in the dungeon.
"That was hard but finally we escaped." Eryndor said.
But Valeria and Sam didn't say anything they just left. Seraphina saw Lara crying on the floor. So she approached her.
"What happened Lara, why are you crying and where is Arin." Seraphina asked.
"Br.. brother is fighting with the ogre king in dungeon."
"What Ogre king, but professor if you want to go deeper than 10th floor you should ask council permission." Seraphina became angry with the Professor.
"We didn't go deeper. We met him on the 10th floor." Professor said but her face was still down, regretting her decision.
"Enough with the talk." Seraphina stood up and tried to enter a dungeon but she was unable to pass the gate.
Her anger gone on peak she put out her sword and stabbed in the dungeon gate. Everyone was shocked at what she wanted to do. Suddenly cracks appeared on the gate. She was pouring her power into the gate frame to overload it and break down. But it was taking its time but today no one could stop her.
Arin was still holding his unconsciousness. He was holding ogre king's wrath till now because of his dragon blood that was running in his veins.
[Creator becomes bored. Ogre king is using only one technique]
[Creator is happy that you hold till now]
[Passive available: Dragon wrath]
[This power doesn't consume lifespan]
Daam!
Arin's fist tore into the Ogre King's chest, sending him flying back into the wall with an earth-shaking crash. Dust rained down, cracks spreading like spiderwebs through the stone.
The Ogre King staggered out of the rubble, fury blazing in his eyes only to freeze.
Arin stood in the center of the chamber, his body wreathed in crimson light. His eyes burned like molten rubies, his black hair flowing into streaks of white, horns faintly glowing. His hands had shifted into blackened claws tipped with crimson energy.
He was levitating a few inches above the ground, blood aura swirling beneath his feet like a storm.
"Impossible…" the Ogre King growled. "You should be dead! You spent your life force!"
Arin tilted his head, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. His voice echoed deeper, laced with draconic resonance.
"Don't misunderstand, that was me holding back. Now let's play."
With a flicker, Arin vanished. The Ogre King swung his sword wildly but Arin was already behind him. A claw raked across the ogre's back, carving deep gashes that oozed dark blood. The ogre roared, stumbling forward.
Arin appeared again in front, driving his knee into the ogre's jaw with enough force to lift the giant off his feet.
Boom!
The body slammed into the ceiling, stone chunks falling like rain, before crashing back down.
The Ogre King snarled and swung his blade in desperation. But this time, Arin caught it mid-swing with one clawed hand. The sheer size of the weapon meant nothing—the crimson aura around Arin's claws cracked the blade like glass.
The Ogre King's eyes widened. "WHAT—?!"
"Too slow." Arin's grin widened.
He pummeled the ogre with a flurry of strikes, each claw tearing flesh and armor alike. To the spectators who might've seen it, it looked less like a battle and more like a predator toying with its prey.
The Ogre King stumbled backward, his massive frame shaking under the onslaught. "You… you're not human… what are you?!"
Arin floated higher, claws dripping with steaming black blood. His crimson aura surged, filling the room with suffocating pressure.
"Didn't I tell you?" Arin's voice was calm, almost mocking. "I'm the one who decides how long you crawl on this earth."
The Ogre King raised his head just in time to see Arin blur forward again. This time, Arin's clawed hand gripped his face, digging into flesh as blood spilled over his fingers.
The Ogre King howled, thrashing wildly—but Arin pinned him down, forcing his massive head into the cracked stone floor.
Arin's wings of blood unfurled faintly behind him, his aura a storm of crimson wrath. Levitation carried him a few inches above the shattered ground, looking down upon the writhing beast.
His claws sank deeper into the ogre's face.
"Your time… is up."
With a sickening crack, blood erupted in a spray.
The Ogre King's roars converted into silence as Arin's crimson eyes glowed brighter, his claws embedded deep into the monster's skull.
Seraphina saw it. She saw a monster who is more terrifying than a beast himself.
To be continued…