Slaughtering Alone! The Pitiful Floor Boss.

The path to the deepest part of the seventeenth floor was dark and long, and two fully armed parties of adventurers were steadily advancing through the abyss.

Their goal was clear: the seventeenth-floor boss, Goliath.

Because they were led by a level 4 high-ranking adventurer, the overall atmosphere of the group was relaxed. Sounds of clearing monsters echoed from time to time as they chatted and collected loot.

"You guys have no idea! Someone actually had the nerve to say I have no conscience yesterday?"

A rough voice echoed through the tunnel; it was Old Bill, looking thoroughly indignant.

"Those bastards don't bother to ask around—who else is willing to handle the floor bosses for the rookies?"

"Let's be blunt, if they weren't blocking your payday, would you old geezer really organize people to deal with Goliath?"

The adventurers in the party had known Old Bill for a long time and tore into him without mercy.

"Not just that, after all, the drop materials from a floor boss are quite attractive."

Hearing his companions tease him repeatedly, Old Bill widened his bull-like eyes, ready to unleash a masterclass in trash-talking.

"Roar—!"

However, a high-pitched roar came from the depths of the cavern, the sound waves causing dirt to crumble from the walls.

The adventurers, who had been laughing and talking, turned solemn. They gripped their weapons in unison and looked vigilantly toward the high-ranking adventurer at the front of the party.

"Captain, what was that?"

The captain frowned and speculated.

"It sounds like Goliath's voice, but..."

Old Bill, standing nearby, slapped his thigh hard, his face filled with an anxious expression as if his hair were on fire.

"It must be those profiteers from the eighteenth floor who moved first! Those impatient dogs!"

After Old Bill said this, the others in the party also began to grow restless.

The two lead captains sensed that something had changed and hurriedly signaled everyone to pick up their pace, running toward the massive cavern where the floor boss resided.

The floor boss, officially called the Dungeon Lone King by the Guild, was a super-large monster that only spawned every so often.

Not only did it possess a physique far exceeding that of other monsters on the same floor, but it was also specialized in certain aspects, with power so great that even adventurers of the same level would shy away from it.

And the floor boss of the seventeenth floor, Goliath, was a giant-type specialized in durability; its defense alone was comparable to a level 4.

Usually, even a well-coordinated team would need to spend quite a bit of time to defeat it.

Right now, a bunch of greedy profiteers would only disrupt everyone's plans and increase the difficulty of the subjugation.

But when they rushed into the cavern, gasping for air, the multi-party melee they had expected did not occur.

What they saw was a jaw-dropping scene of only one adventurer clashing with the floor boss.

The scene was a mess, the once-flat ground shattered and broken.

Amidst the dust filling the air, the floor boss, standing eight or nine meters tall, was in a wretched state, letting out roars like a trapped beast.

Its two proud, thick arms hung limply, swinging mechanically with its body.

Bathed in blood and covered in deep, bone-reaching wounds, the blood spilling out gradually stained the ground red, yet it still struggled with eyes full of malice.

The giant charged again with a desperate, do-or-die momentum, only to be dodged nimbly by the adventurer, who moved with ghostly, close-quarters footwork.

The movements were as elegant as a bullfighter stirring the emotions of the audience.

With a thunderous boom, Goliath, having overextended its charge, slammed into the rock wall, the shockwaves making the onlookers lose their footing.

At the same time, the sword-wielding adventurer flashed back into view, adding two more wounds to the creature's broad back.

They were deep, but not fatal.

"Roar—!"

The roar resounded through the cavern once more.

However, unlike last time, Old Bill and the others felt that there was a hint of pity in the floor boss's voice.

"So... so strong. That person is completely ravaging the floor boss!"

"Crippling Goliath's attack methods without killing it? Which high-ranking adventurer is messing around like this?"

"It's strange, I don't recognize them. An adventurer capable of soloing a floor boss must be at least a veteran level 4, right?"

Hearing the speculations of Old Bill and the others, the two captains looked at each other and wore bitter smiles.

Level 4?

They were both level 4 adventurers who had been promoted for some years, but if they had to solo Goliath, it would be no different from seeking death.

Not to mention that the other party wasn't just holding the upper hand; they were completely toying with Goliath as if it were a common bull.

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At the center of the battlefield, Goliath's offensive was growing weaker.

The ferocity fueled by pain was destined not to last; with its blood nearly drained, even its roars seemed powerless.

As heavy footsteps approached, the giant leaped up with its final strength, intending to use its size advantage to turn the tide.

The shadow expanded directly above Kashu, yet it only made him shake his head and grumble once more.

"How could an attack like that possibly land? Do the monsters in the Dungeon not have brains?"

Magic surged, and Kashu stepped on a gust of wind to accelerate, his body instantly vanishing into a blur, leaving only the Goliath to crash heavily into a pile of rubble.

Dust billowed, a gust of wind whistled past, and Kashu returned as quickly as he had left.

He stopped at the back of the Goliath's head, and sensing that the monster was utterly exhausted and unable to fight any longer, he nonchalantly drove his sword into its skull.

The towering giant-type monster dissolved into ash, leaving only a magic stone taller than a person to drop to the ground with a crisp clatter.

Kashu dismissed his longsword with a wave of his hand and sized up the ridiculously large magic stone before him, his peripheral vision catching Old Bill and the others watching from a distance.

Due to Guild regulations, adventurers were not allowed to steal kills, but if no one found out, that was a different story.

"Which Familia are you from?"

Kashu's voice remained calm, breaking the eerie silence of the cavern.

Upon hearing Kashu's question, Old Bill and his group hurriedly greeted him with faces full of smiles.

"In answer to your question, sir, we are members of the Vanir Familia."

Kashu nodded in understanding, then took two Minotaur magic stones from his pocket and pointed behind Old Bill and his companions.

"I'd like to buy a length of rope from you. Is this enough?"

Old Bill's eyes darted around, and he quickly waved his hands with a cheerful grin.

"It's just some miscellaneous gear, how could we possibly take money from you, sir?"

Without waiting for Kashu to refuse, he turned around and nimbly pulled out a length of rope, tossing it over from a distance.

Kashu caught the rope and, appearing completely unguarded, turned to pack up the Goliath's magic stone.

Old Bill exchanged subtle glances with his two captains, and the group kept a respectful distance as they bypassed the center of the area, continuing on their way toward the eighteenth floor.

Twilight Manor.

Kashu pushed open the living room door once again.

For once, it was rare to see Loki not drinking.

That was because she was sprawled out across the conference table, snoring like thunder.

"Heh... hehe... Ais-tan, let me see if you're developing healthily."

"Fu-woo~"

"Ugh~"

Both man and beast wore expressions of disdain, easily imagining what she was dreaming about.

Kashu stepped forward, grabbed the dead-drunk Loki, and shook her back and forth like a ragdoll.

"Hey, it's not even dark yet, wake up. Now is not the time for daydreaming."

"Who! Which bastard dares to disrespect a god!"

Dazed and confused, Loki flailed her arms and legs, but after barely managing to open her sleepy eyes and seeing who was in front of her, she let out a massive yawn.

"You're back much earlier than yesterday. Didn't you say you were going to check out the eighteenth floor, kid?"

Kashu shook his head with a smile and explained.

"I took out a large group of Minotaurs and a floor boss. I had too many magic stones, so I came back early to exchange them for cash."

With that, he unhooked two bulging pouches from his waist, showing off the golden Valis inside.

"You're bored just staying at headquarters anyway. My treat for lunch, let's go get some steak."

Loki's head snapped up, her previously hazy expression instantly clearing as her eyes lit up.

If you're talking about that, then I'm wide awake.

"Fine! You're a sensible kid! Lead the way!"

"Wait!"

Loki's leg, which had just stepped forward, froze, her voice trembling with disbelief.

"What did you just say you took out all by yourself!?"