Just as the main body Eugene went offline after his flame-breathing session, the Bull-Bull Eugene on Bell's side had also completed his mission according to plan.
Now, let's recall what happened there...
"Waaahhh!!"
Facing the Minotaur, which was well over two meters tall, the only thing Bell could do was run. His footsteps were frantic, his breathing ragged. The confidence that had carried him this far was completely gone.
Terrifying!
So terrifying!
Are there really monsters this scary in the Dungeon?!
Compared to the Goblins, Kobolds, and Evil Bats he had fought before, the creature relentlessly pursuing him was an absolute nightmare!
Thump, thump, thump!
Heavy footsteps pounded the ground, yet the speed was astonishing. A casual swipe could crush solid rock! This was the Mid-Level monster—the Minotauros!
Run, run!
Even though his stamina was hitting rock bottom, Bell ran forward desperately. He didn't know where he was or how to shake off the demon behind him. The sole thought of survival had consumed his entire mind.
Rumble!
Accompanied by the loud blast of earth and stone behind him, the hair on the back of Bell's neck stood up like needles! A foul wind rushed towards him from behind! In this moment of crisis, the boy's body did not freeze but instead burst with a surge of strength, causing him to tumble forward.
Whoosh! The Minotaur's hand was only inches away from grabbing the little rabbit, but the rabbit managed to escape again in a desperate scramble.
Along the way, the two figures, one chasing and one fleeing, had repeated this scenario several times. In crucial moments, the scrawny boy always managed to sense the danger early and turn it into safety.
However, even the strongest Luck has a limit to its consumption. Each escape chipped away at his fortune, and his panicked flight only deepened the crisis.
Finally, in front of Bell, there was no more path.
No, please, no!!
The boy slapped the thick rock wall, his expression one of utter despair.
Behind him, the panting Minotaur's fury had reached its peak!
ROOAARRR—!!
A battle cry that could make most low-level adventurers weak in the knees echoed in the narrow passage. The chaotic, violent sound waves repeatedly slammed into the cornered Bell. His legs instantly lost control, and his body slumped powerlessly like a pile of mud.
It's over.
His adventuring career ends here! He had only just met his Goddess, just received his Falna, and only been in the Dungeon for a few days. Why did this happen to me? Why am I so unlucky!
Thoughts tumbled wildly in his head, but they offered no relief from the immediate crisis.
The Minotaur's mouth dripped with saliva, its eyes bloodshot. It raised its enormous fists high and brought them down heavily towards the screaming, huddled Bell!
"Awoooh—!!"
Just then, a loud, arrogant wolf howl echoed from behind the two!
As a fellow beast, the Minotaur was immediately drawn to the sudden sound. Its instinct screamed a warning: The attacker is extremely strong!
"Hmph, you damned monster, you ran so far..."
The Werewolf Bete, silver-haired and silver-armored, appeared from behind, his face etched with anger. His canine teeth ground together, letting out a resentful curse: "You made me waste so much time, you're gonna pay for this!"
Bell's red eyes widened. An adventurer? He looks very strong!
Faced with the intimidating, savage-beast-like aura of Bete, the Minotaur, though losing his nerve, had no choice but to face the enemy. It hunched its back, ready to unleash the Minotaur's strongest skill, Brutal Charge!
But before its powerful hind legs could even push off the ground to start moving, BANG!!
A flying kick, delivered from below and rising like an ascending storm, carried an unstoppable force that instantly shredded everything above the Minotaur's neck!
Tsk!
Bete lowered his single raised leg, his expression dismissive. The monster, struck by the immense force, fell backward. The blood spraying from its neck completely drenched the bewildered Bell, turning him into a blood-soaked mess.
"Eh?"
"E-E-Ehhhh!!??"
Staring at the sticky blood on his body, Bell let out a scream of terror.
It was only then that Bete noticed there was another person behind the Minotaur.
"Hey, shut up!" Bete glared, scaring Bell into immediate silence.
Bete scrutinized Bell from head to toe and found no injuries. Hmph, just another small fry. Unwilling to pay him any more mind, Bete turned to leave.
But Bell called out to him: "Um, thank you very much for your help!"
"Please tell me your name!" The admiration for the strong made the boy's eyes shine.
"Huh?"
Bete turned back, looking impatiently at the gruesome-looking boy. In those clear eyes, he saw admiration and a dream.
...That's disgusting!
He's so weak, yet he's still full of expectations for this place? Why is he even more excited after experiencing something like that? Why does he still maintain his passion after witnessing life and death?
Small fries should just stay on the ground and live out their mediocre lives. He has no self-awareness!
In this kid, Bete saw the very thing he hated the most—innocence and weakness! His eyes were cold, and a scornful smile spread across his lips:
"A piece of trash like you thinks he's worthy of asking for my name?"
"You're so pathetically weak, and you still dare to wander the Dungeon?"
Bell's expression froze. The joy of survival and the hope of meeting a hero, which had just risen, were instantly doused with cold water.
"I, I just wanted to..."
"Stop making excuses!" Bete's expression turned vicious. He let loose and laughed scornfully. "In the Dungeon, weakness is a sin! You deserve to die, you deserve to be killed!"
"You clueless kid, do you really think you can make a name for yourself here?"
"Go back home and dream your sweet dreams!"
"Let me tell you, there's absolutely no place for trash like you here!"
"If you want to live, abandon those boring dreams now and go back to the countryside to farm and haul manure for the rest of your life!"
His voice was sharp, his tone grew heavier and heavier, eventually escalating into a personal insult.
"Did you hear me, you idiotic Tomato Head!!"
"HAHAHAHA—!"
The piercing laughter stabbed into Bell's chest. His not-so-strong heart was completely shattered! Why? I only wanted to become a hero. Why should a dream like that be mocked? The unwillingness, coupled with the necessity of admitting his own weakness, made the disparity even harder to bear. Strange emotions began to sprout in his chest. It was defiance, self-respect, the youthful fire of a young man. Under this stimulation, his resolve to prove himself would soar.
Destiny was changed, but not easily. It continuously tried to self-correct. In the places Eugene didn't interfere, it would reset everything back to its proper course.
Singular admiration and yearning for a goal.
Singular determination to prove oneself.
This was the resolve to rise up and slap the mocker's face! As the saying goes, thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, never mock a poor youth! He can still slap their faces without the heroine.
However, that man never leaves any loose ends.
BOOM!!
The tremor of a fight exploded in the distant darkness.
Bete's expression changed. He looked back. Is that Ais? Did she run into trouble?
But just as the Werewolf was about to leave.
From the darkness behind him, a tall, imposing figure, with twin horns and enveloped in a purple demonic flame, appeared.
"...Hey, hey! You gotta be kidding me!"
Even after venturing to Floor 50 of the Dungeon, Bete had never encountered a fellow like this! Bull-Bull Eugene was encased in thick armor, radiating an extremely dangerous aura from head to toe.
His colossal bull eyes swept over the two figures in front of him. Immediately after, a lively smile appeared on the beast's face. It was a wild smile, an utterly chilling smile!
Damn it!
"What in the hell are you!" Bete instinctively cursed.
The Bull-Bull snorted a wisp of hot air from his nostrils, his attitude condescending. He raised his thick arm, his hand making a loose fist. And his other hand was already beginning to glow with a brilliant white light!
Infinity Prepped!
Bete sensed the immense magic power, his expression drastically changing. Since when could a monster use such powerful magic? If that amount of magic were released, the consequences would be unimaginable!
The Werewolf's body tensed up, the muscles in his legs conveying a powerful urge to attack. He held a one-hundred-and-twenty percent hostility toward Eugene, not just the wariness of a dangerous, unfamiliar species, but also a surge of anger stemming from a deep-seated sense of frustration! Does this Minotaur have a grudge against me? Why do I dislike him so much?
Achoo! Lydina, who was currently sprawled out on a bed, aching all over, couldn't help but sneeze.
Bete sharply shook his head, clearing his mind of distractions. Eugene's presence, the pressure he gave off, and the magic accumulating in his arm demanded his full attention.
In turn, this young powerhouse decided to use his full strength on the first strike!
"I..." Eugene's voice was hoarse and heavy.
He uttered the first word, causing Bete to freeze! He... he spoke? A monster spoke!!?
The Werewolf's ears perked up, his eyes wide open. The power he was just building up instantly slackened.
"Am..." Eugene continued to speak slowly and deliberately, creating an atmosphere that was both tense and compelling to listen to.
"Your father," he spat the last two words with perfect clarity and connection.
??????????
Bete's head spun.
But at that moment, a beautiful short sword materialized in the hand Eugene had extended. The next second, a direct current of electricity struck Bete!
FUCK!!
Without any warning, the lightning bolt accurately hit the Werewolf's body. The unimaginable strength of the magic made even the Level 5 powerhouse tremble on the spot, utterly unable to move!
"Idiot."
Eugene took a step forward, laughing uncontrollably. In his hand, a massive ball of light tore through the air, carrying unparalleled force and surging magic, tracing a blinding light streak. Then, under Bete's shocked and powerless gaze, it struck his chest!
Sacrifice all Ultra Enhancement attributes!
Bull-Bull Tremor Fist!
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