Crazy

In the dim corridor, the cramped surroundings, the faint smell of blood, and the monsters' roars echoed incessantly in his ears.

At that moment, Lu Qiming was hiding cautiously around a corner. Three monsters with wolf heads, humanoid bodies, sharp fangs, and claws were wandering ahead.

According to the information about the upper floors that Eina had given him, these were monsters called werewolves. They were only about as strong as ordinary people, but they were bloodthirsty and savage, and had no fear of death.

Though each one was of average strength, they always moved in groups. Combined with their fearlessness, that made them troublesome and disgusting. They were mainly found on the first through fourth floors of the Dungeon.

After confirming what the monsters were, Lu Qiming narrowed his eyes. His body instinctively blended into the surroundings, his presence growing faint as he silently crept toward the three werewolves.

This was Side Step, one of the techniques he had inherited—a move used by Assassins to conceal themselves while lying in wait. But since this was his first time using it, even though the system had given him the muscle memory, he still let off a faint trace of his presence.

Still, it was more than enough to deal with monsters on the upper floors.

"Waaah!"

The werewolf's red eyes flashed. Its gray-white wolf head let out a cry as it warily scanned its surroundings. As it moved, strings of thick drool flew from the corners of its mouth.

"Gross!"

Watching the drool splatter everywhere and catching that strange, disgusting smell from behind the werewolf, Lu Qiming was glad he hadn't planned on fighting them head-on. If that stuff got on him, he'd be too disgusted to eat anything tonight!

But how was he supposed to kill the thing?

Lu Qiming found himself in a dilemma. He had no weapon. If he used his fists, well, he'd only been in a fight once or twice before, and every time he'd just flailed around wildly.

As Lu Qiming wondered how to take out the three of them, he suddenly spotted the stainless steel basin above his head!

"Heh heh!"

With a sinister grin, Lu Qiming took the stainless steel basin down and held it up, sizing it against the werewolves' heads.

"Wuuuh!"

The three werewolves noticed something was wrong. They sensed some kind of danger approaching. They couldn't see anything, but their animal instincts told them they were in danger.

If an adventurer had been nearby, they would have seen a strange sight: three werewolves turning warily to check their surroundings, while in the blind spot behind them, a boy of sixteen or seventeen held a stainless steel basin up to their heads. His body instinctively moved along with them, always staying out of their sight.

Clang!

The next moment, a sharp impact rang through the entire corridor. One werewolf's head shot away like a ball and slammed into the wall beside it.

"One down!"

Lu Qiming emerged from his concealed position, a deep dent in the stainless steel basin in his hands.

"Roar! Roar!"

The two remaining werewolves spotted Lu Qiming and charged at him with a roar.

"Ha!"

Lu Qiming watched the two werewolves rush toward him and shouted to work up his courage. Then he charged straight at them, basin in hand. There was no time to hide again. And judging by that last blow, he was sure he was strong now—far stronger than the werewolves.

Clang! Clang!

Two sharp impacts rang out. Just like the first, both werewolves' heads flew off. Blood gushed from their necks, and the moment their bodies fell, they turned into black dust, leaving behind two purple Magic Stones about the size of thumbs.

"Huff, huff..."

Lu Qiming stood where he was, hands braced on his knees, panting heavily. It wasn't that killing the three werewolves had been difficult or tiring. It was just the strange feeling that came from killing beings with human bodies for the first time.

Fear, terror, oppression, confusion—and a little excitement.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Lu Qiming laughed, though he didn't understand why. He slowly looked down at his hands. He was gripping a damaged stainless steel basin, its surface smeared with dark red, foul-smelling blood and a little white filth.

It reminded him of what he had just done.

Across from the laughing Lu Qiming, several holes appeared in the wall. Inside them were flesh-like tissues, and one by one, dark Goblins began hatching from them.

"Come on!"

A crazed look appeared in Lu Qiming's eyes. He raised the stainless steel basin high and brought it down hard on the Goblins in the wall, one after another.

Thud, thud!

After a flurry of blows, the wall was covered in lumps of bloody pulp. The next moment, they turned to black ash, dropping Magic Stones one after another.

"Hahahahaha! I'll kill you all!"

In the first-floor corridor of the Dungeon, Lu Qiming was covered in Blood Night splattered on him as he beat Goblins and werewolves to death. He slowly lifted his head, a strange smile on his face and a bloodthirsty desire in his eyes. He looked like a madman.

His strange laughter continued to echo through the corridor.

"Wuuuh!"

Just then, dozens of werewolves came charging from farther down the corridor, howling. Their red eyes fixed on the strange boy standing there, thick drool dripping from their mouths as their claws flexed.

"Heh... Hahaha... Heh heh!"

Lu Qiming turned around. His black pupils were bloodshot. The sudden slaughter had shattered his reason. On top of that, he had been helpless and alone after suddenly arriving in this world. Awakening his class had eased that feeling a little, but the dark Dungeon and the sudden killing had finally broken him.

Thud!

Lu Qiming tossed the stainless steel basin aside, raised his fist, and vanished in a flash. He reappeared in front of the werewolves, his fist whistling through the air as it slammed into the head of the one in front.

Smack!

Like a firework bursting, the charging werewolf's head disappeared. Its body kept sliding forward from the force of its momentum even after it fell.

"Die! Die! Die!"

"Hahaha!"

In the middle of the pack, a black-haired boy laughed recklessly, vanishing and reappearing as he swung his fists.

One werewolf after another exploded under Lu Qiming's terrifying strength, flesh splattering across the walls.

Five minutes later.

Lu Qiming stood dazed in the middle of the corridor. The walls around him looked like the inside of a slaughterhouse, covered in tiny scraps of flesh and blood. The stench of blood filled the air.

"Huff... huff..."

Smack!

Lu Qiming slapped himself hard across the face. He had regained some of his senses. It was mainly because he had slaughtered all the monsters nearby. The others, alerted by the commotion, hadn't arrived yet.