· Madness

In the dim passage, the claustrophobic environment, carrying faint traces of blood and the roars of monsters, echoed in his ears.

At this moment, Lu Qiming was cautiously hiding at a corner of the passage. Ahead of him, three monsters with wolf heads, human bodies, and sharp fangs and claws were wandering.

According to the upper-level intelligence provided by Miss Eina to Lu Qiming, these were monsters called Werewolves. Their strength was only comparable to that of ordinary people, but they were bloodthirsty and brutal, completely fearless of death.

Although their individual strength was average, they always acted in groups, and coupled with their fearless nature, they were quite troublesome and disgusting. They were mainly distributed on the first to fourth levels of the Dungeon.

After confirming the identity of the monsters, Lu Qiming's eyes narrowed. His body instinctively blended into the surrounding environment, his aura becoming faint and almost imperceptible as he silently crept towards the three Werewolves.

This was the Side Step from Lu Qiming's inherited skills, a skill for assassins to conceal themselves and lurk. However, as this was the first time he was using it, although he had muscle memory instilled by the system, a slight aura was still emitted.

But it was more than enough to deal with the monsters on the upper levels.

"Wuwu ah ah ah ah!"

With blood-red eyes, the gray-white wolf head suddenly let out a cry, looking around vigilantly. As it moved, viscous saliva dripped from its mouth.

"Disgusting!"

Lu Qiming watched the saliva splattering everywhere from behind the Werewolf, along with its strange and nauseating smell. Fortunately, he hadn't planned to confront it head-on, otherwise, if he got this stuff on him, he definitely wouldn't be able to eat tonight!

But how should he kill this guy?

Lu Qiming found himself in a dilemma. He had no weapon in his hand. If he used his fists, he had only fought once or twice before, and each time he just flailed around blindly.

Just as Lu Qiming was contemplating how to kill the three of them, he suddenly saw the stainless steel basin above his head!

"Heh heh!"

Lu Qiming grinned sinisterly, took down the stainless steel basin from above his head, and held it in his hand, measuring it against the Werewolf's head a few times.

"Wuwu ah ah ah ah!"

At this moment, the three Werewolves also sensed that something was wrong, as if danger was approaching. Although they couldn't see it, their beastly instincts told them they were in danger.

If there were any adventurers nearby at this moment, they would witness a strange scene: three Werewolves turning around vigilantly to scan their surroundings, while in their blind spot, a boy of sixteen or seventeen was holding a stainless steel basin and gesturing towards their heads, his body instinctively following the Werewolves' movements, always staying in their blind spot.

"Bang!"

The next second, a crisp impact sound echoed through the entire passage. The head of one Werewolf flew off like a ball, embedding itself fiercely into the wall beside them.

"One down!"

Lu Qiming's body emerged from his stealth state. The stainless steel basin in his hand had a very obvious dent.

"Roar roar roar!"

The remaining two Werewolves, seeing Lu Qiming appear, roared and lunged at him.

"Ha!"

Lu Qiming looked at the two charging Werewolves, let out a loud roar to bolster his courage, and charged forward with the stainless steel basin. It was too late to stealth now, and from the previous strike, Lu Qiming was very sure that he was very strong now, much stronger than the Werewolves.

"Bang! Bang!"

With two crisp impact sounds, the heads of both Werewolves flew off just like the first one. Blood spurted from their necks, and as they fell, they instantly turned into black powder, leaving behind only two thumb-sized purple magic stones.

"Hoo hoo hoo~"

Lu Qiming stood on the spot, hands on his knees, panting heavily. It wasn't that killing these three Werewolves was difficult or tiring, but it was the first time he had killed a being with a human-like body, and he felt a strange sensation.

Fear, dread, oppression, confusion, and a hint of excitement.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Lu Qiming let out a laugh that he himself didn't understand, slowly looking at his hands. There, a broken stainless steel basin was tightly gripped in his hand, stained with dark red, foul-smelling blood and a bit of white filth.

It served as a reminder of what he had just done.

At this moment, on the wall opposite Lu Qiming, who was emitting strange laughter, several holes appeared, revealing flesh-like tissues within. Dark-colored Goblins hatched from them one by one.

"Come on!"

Madness appeared in Lu Qiming's eyes. He raised the stainless steel basin high in his hand and slammed it forcefully against the Goblins on the wall, one by one.

"Bang, bang"

After a series of impacts, the wall was covered with bloody messes. The next second, they turned into black ash again, dropping magic stones.

"Hahahahaha, die!"

In the passage on the first level of the Dungeon, Lu Qiming was covered in the blood splattered from killing Goblins and Werewolves. He slowly raised his head, a strange smile on his face, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty desire, like a madman.

Strange laughter continued to echo in the passage.

"Wuwu wah ah ah ah ah!"

At this moment, dozens of Werewolves from not far away in the passage charged towards him with monstrous cries. Their blood-red eyes were fixed on the strange youth in the passage, viscous saliva dripping from their mouths, their claws twitching slightly.

"Heh. Hahaha. Heh heh!"

Lu Qiming turned his head, his black pupils filled with bloodshot veins. The sudden slaughter had shattered his sanity. Coupled with the helplessness and loneliness of suddenly arriving in this world, although it had been slightly alleviated when he awakened his profession, it collapsed in the dim environment of the Dungeon and the sudden slaughter.

"Bang!"

Lu Qiming threw the stainless steel basin away and instantly disappeared from his spot with a flash, appearing in front of the pack of Werewolves. His fist, carrying a terrifying whistling sound, smashed fiercely into the head of the foremost Werewolf.

"Crack!"

Like a firework detonating, the head of the charging Werewolf simply vanished, its body sliding a distance across the floor due to momentum before finally coming to a halt.

"Die, die, die!"

"Hahaha!"

Amidst the pack of Werewolves, a black-haired youth appeared and vanished repeatedly with a wild grin, his fists raining down.

One after another, the Werewolves exploded under the terrifying strength of Lu Qiming, their flesh and blood splattering against the walls.

Five minutes later.

Lu Qiming stood blankly in the middle of the corridor. The surrounding walls looked like a slaughterhouse, hung with various tiny bits of flesh and gore, while a foul, bloody stench drifted incessantly through the air.

"Huff. Huff."

"Smack!"

Lu Qiming dealt himself a vicious slap. His sanity returned slightly, mostly because he had finished slaughtering the nearby monsters, and the rest of them had yet to arrive after hearing the commotion.