"I just need to get rid of the tonsils..." I whispered to myself as I positioned my blade at that direction. "Though it seems it will be a fairly difficult task."
I needed to rip them out. Without them, he couldn't change his appearance or move to the next phase. So it would give me an opening where I could hope on and stab it at its hard to end it.
Since different species and mythical beast have different organ placements. There is an importance for knowning anatomy in this world.
Now you all may be like, "so Aefia... Why the tonsils?"
Because that is where a Trojan Mutilant is injected.
Sigh... Why am I the only one who has to fight this thing?
I could feel my soul leave my body, just in time for me to catch it and pull it back in. And then forced my attention back to the beast.
Lucky for me, the strings snapped just the right time. Of course it did cause me some pain. But I am happy that it fought off the restraints.
He immediately pounced at me, turning the battle into something more dangerous then just a deadly, cliff-side choreography.
I was already bleeding. I couldn't bleed even a slight more. Or I was wasting necessary blood.
"Ugh... Freak, this hurts." I groaned under my breath as it continued attacking me from every direction. I was starting to get worried I was going to grow tired from just dogding them.
My bones felt like breaking with just that much. This mutant wasn't even that strong. Comparing this to the first dungeon... It is just twenty percent.
Did I honestly lack the steroids?
I didn't even know it, until my left heel couldn't feel ground.
"Oh... Fuck it then." I gritted my teeth and threw my sword onto the air. Its eyes followed the blade. At the same time, I slid through the gap between its tenticle and arm.
I slipped to the otherside, finally finding enough space to even breath actually. With my fingers, I caught the blade of the sword with my bare palms.
With a small squeeze, blood dripped down my palms. And with a flick of my fingers, strings wrapped around my hand, and the ends of it wound around the beasts throat.
These strings were strong enough cut through flesh and bone at the same time. But I had to restrain.
With a pull of my hand, I dragged it to the ground and pulled it to my feet. I lifted my right leg and held its head down.
If I wasn't wrong, and if it didn't have a different anatomy... The tonsils will actually be at either sides of its cheeks. But those snake-like tongues...
...if I chopped them, it could regenerate.
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Strangely enough, things took a different turn somewhere around.
You see... I was so locked in...
...I didn't realize I suddenly ended up standing by a weird looking building in the middle of the village.
I did recall falling a second time. But I am not bleeding this time. My hair was still caked from the earlier fall.
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First draft: 06.11.2025
Rewritten: 20.09.2026
