Berserker Senior?

In the middle of the monster horde, Lu Qiming's lips curled into a strange smile. The more monsters he killed, the more excited and eerie his laughter became, each laugh louder than the last.

Even his clear-headed mind knew something about him seemed to be changing, but he didn't feel bad about it at all. If anything, he felt great.

The swirling Blood Night, the brains flying everywhere, the monsters' dying cries—all of it made his blood boil more and more. He felt the Assassin moves in his memories becoming increasingly familiar. Even without a weapon in hand, he could execute all kinds of moves with ease.

His enhanced body was gradually growing more accustomed to the strain. Butchering monsters had become as natural as eating and drinking, slowly turning into instinctive reactions.

After casually blowing apart an Ant-Man's head, he glanced toward the corner of the passage, his eyes glowing red. His grin grew wider, and his white teeth showed slightly.

Just then, three Goblins behind him seized the chance to raise their clubs and smash them down hard on the back of Lu Qiming's head.

The next second, three crisp thuds rang out. Lu Qiming kicked the Goblins' heads apart with his left foot, his leg twisting at a bizarre angle.

"Hehehehahaha."

A cocky, eerie laugh escaped Lu Qiming's lips. He stopped paying attention to the onlookers around the corner and resumed his slaughter.

"Captain!"

The half-elf girl felt as if some terrifying magical beast had fixed its gaze on them the moment Lu Qiming looked their way. It seemed as though he might charge at them the next second, show no mercy as he smashed their heads apart, and tear their bodies to shreds.

"Let's go!"

The captain, who had a greatsword strapped to his back, wiped the cold sweat from his face and hurriedly called to the other members, intending to leave. He already regretted coming here. The adventurer surrounded by monsters inside definitely wasn't some weakling. He was a deranged Berserker who came here out of boredom to massacre monsters!

"Hey! Why are we leaving? Let's watch a little longer, Captain!"

Unlike their teammates, the two little girls, Aili and Ailin, trembled slightly, their eyes glimmering with red light. They felt as though they'd discovered a whole new world. So this was what a Berserker was!

The wanton slaughter, the domineering laughter, the unstoppable fists—every time a monster's head burst apart, Aili and Ailin felt a strange thrill. Their toned legs rubbed together slightly as an excited, peculiar sensation surged through their bodies.

"No!"

The captain looked sternly at Aili and Ailin. Those two were Berserkers too. What if they ended up like him someday? Would they even spare their teammates once they got carried away killing?

At the thought, the captain grabbed the two girls by the arms and headed toward the Dungeon exit. He absolutely couldn't let that man influence the new members of his Kin!

He believed that as long as he taught them well, the two girls wouldn't turn out like him. After all, there were plenty of adventurers with Berserker abilities in Orario, but this was the first time he'd ever seen anyone as insane as the boy currently slaughtering monsters.

"Hey! No, don't!"

Aili and Ailin struggled nonstop, shaking their little heads as fast as they could. But against their captain, who completely outmatched them in both strength and level, they were helpless. Seeing this, the two little girls exchanged a glance, turned around, and shouted at Lu Qiming, who was still slaughtering monsters.

"Berserker Senior! We'll definitely come back!"

"..."

Hearing the two little girls shout, the captain paused in surprise. Then he picked them up with one swift motion and hurried away with the other members.

"Huh? Berserker Senior?"

In the middle of the monster horde, Lu Qiming had just blown a Goblin's head off at the neck when he looked in confusion at the departing group and the two little girls struggling in their arms. He'd sensed them with his extraordinary perception as soon as they arrived.

He'd especially noticed the two adorable little girls gazing at him in admiration, so he'd even paused to give them a friendly smile.

Why had they suddenly left? And why had the two little girls called him a Berserker Senior?

He was obviously an Assassin, and he'd been using nothing but Assassin moves. One strike, one kill—he never needed a second move. How could they fail to recognize such obvious signs of an Assassin? Why were they calling him a Berserker?

I'm so mad!

The angrier Lu Qiming got, the more he lifted his lowered head. Looking at the few monsters that remained, he pressed his fingers together like the head of a snake.

The next second, a clean hole appeared in each of the remaining monsters' foreheads. They collapsed and turned to black ash.

"It must be because I don't have a weapon. That's why they called me a Berserker. Once I buy a weapon, I'll show you what an Assassin really is!"

Muttering to himself, Lu Qiming walked over to Stainless Steel Basin Brother. In this cold, indifferent world, only the good brother who had come to this world with him could give him even the slightest warmth.

Then Lu Qiming crouched down, holding the basin in his left hand as he began picking up the Magic Stones scattered on the ground with his right. At the same time, he opened his Panel.

The mission progress at the very top had reached two hundred, which meant he'd killed 150 monsters so far.

His Panel now read

Mission Countdown: 364 days 10:00

Mission Goal: 200/1000000

Name: Lu Qiming Lv7 (500/600)

Age: 16

Mental Strength: 15.7

Strength: 15.7

Agility: 20.7

Constitution: 15.7

Class: Assassin

Skill Points: 1

Looking at the updated Panel, Lu Qiming nodded with satisfaction. Only fourteen hours had passed since he'd transmigrated, and eight of those hours had been spent unconscious in the sewer and awakening his class.

In the remaining six hours, he'd not only registered as an adventurer but also killed two hundred monsters. Lu Qiming was quite satisfied with his efficiency.

It was just that he'd become a little strange. But that wasn't a big problem. People changed with their circumstances. Lu Qiming didn't reject the changes in himself.

He knew that, having come from a peaceful era—especially from a country where it was perfectly safe to wander outside in the middle of the night—he'd been softhearted and kind, with even a little extra compassion from his childhood upbringing.

It wasn't that those qualities were bad, but they weren't suitable for dealing with most things in this world!

This world had gods, adventurers, and the monsters in the Dungeon. Among the adventurers in particular, many people would turn on companions they'd spent every day with without hesitation, all for their own gain or safety. When danger arose, they wouldn't think twice about redirecting it toward someone else.

For that reason, Lu Qiming needed to change too. So what if he became cold, heartless, and bloodthirsty? They were all strangers to him anyway. At most, he'd make sure to handle any dangers he brought upon himself and not drag anyone else into them.

As for whether he'd form bonds with anyone else in this world someday, that was something to consider later. Lu Qiming couldn't guarantee anything. After all, humans were social animals. Though he was already far stronger than an ordinary person, deep down he was still an ordinary human being who was changing and adapting.