Chapter 132 – The Seventh Floor (2/2)

What a miracle! The item I need just came right to me. With this Dark Sacrificer soul spark, I won’t have to worry about losing a life.

In truth, the Dark Sacrificer wasn’t as weak as it seemed from that fight. The true strength of a Gold Tier boss could be seen from how many lives were lost when a guild tried to kill such a boss. The Dark Sacrificer’s easy death could only be blamed on the misfortune of its fate. It was already formidable enough for not dying on the spot after being crushed by Fatty and then bombed in succession.

With the death of the Dark Sacrificer, the entrance to the seventh floor appeared in the form of a white light. Fatty organized his items, making sure that there was nothing left to pick up. Then, he activated Stealth and slowly headed for the entrance.

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“Boo hoo!”

Just as Fatty entered from the seventh-floor entrance, a series of sobbing reached his ears. He scanned the area and saw a dense distribution of some blue, floating, wisp-like objects.

Hooo… As a chilling wind blew his way, Fatty shivered and felt all of his hair standing on end.

The space on the seventh floor was smaller than expected. It was about the same size as the first floor, at the size of a football field. Fatty carefully made his way in Stealth and discovered that the seventh floor contained a mixture of monsters from the first to the sixth floor but at higher levels.

Flickering spots of wisps illuminated the entire floor, cloaking it in an oppressive and ghastly atmosphere. At the center of the floor was a huge coffin. It was surrounded by countless monsters who seemed to be standing guard.

“So it’s here.” Fatty scratched his head. He was about to go and wake it when…

“Zeze, how many years has it been since I finally smell the taste of flesh and blood again? Oh, such a wonderful taste it is, it makes me drool with lust.”

Creepy laughter suddenly burst out by Fatty’s ears. Fatty was inwardly shocked. Could this be another AI boss?

A black fog rose up from nowhere, looking even creepier in the frightening environment of the seventh floor. Indeed, the eerie laughter echoed out from that black fog. Fatty tightly gripped his dagger and stayed on alert.

Whoosh. The black fog spread out slowly then abruptly shrank down to form a human-shaped monster.

On the coffin in the middle of the hall, the monster was sitting properly. Black air was rolling around its face, making its appearance unidentifiable. Its two hands cradled a soccerball-sized glass orb that was radiating waves of light. As a light wave swept through Fatty, he was forced out of Stealth and was revealed.

Appraise. Fatty quickly retreated while casting Appraisal.

Soul Devour Sorcerer

Gold Boss

Level: 50

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Notes: A powerful sorcerer. He followed the Marshal into the battlefield during his lifetime and later died in the chaos of the Demon Realm. The demonic air corroded his soul and transformed him into the Soul Devour Sorcerer, who guards the Marshal’s coffin in death.

“Just a gold boss. You scared Lord Fatty,” Fatty patted his chest and used Stealth again. He was already too hard-pressed to fight the Dark Sacrificer, let alone the gold tier boss Soul Devour Sorcerer.

While Fatty took cover in the corner of the seventh floor, thinking of a way to kill the Soul Devour Sorcerer, a white light flashed in the hall of the sixth floor.

The white light didn’t immediately disappear. Instead, it expanded to two sides and gradually formed a two-meter wide, egg-shaped halo.

The halo didn’t look too stable. It continually oscillated after being fully assembled, as if wanting to disperse. Right at this moment, a leg stepped out from the light. Then, a player appeared outside the halo.

Boom. As soon as this player stepped out, the halo exploded into a rain of light and burst out in all directions.

“Well, finally in,” this person examined the area, before nodding with satisfaction when he determined that it wasn’t the fifth floor of Mass Graves.

“This hidden class indeed lives up to its reputation. It can pinpoint a location for teleportation. I have to thank the Phantom Messenger. Otherwise, I’d stand no chance with so many guilds here. The Guild Establishment Token is mine, no one else can even dream of it,” the player mumbled to himself as he looked around the room haphazardly.

“Huh? Something’s wrong.”

Taking a few steps around the sixth floor, the player came across the deep hole. His expression changed in an instant.

“The sixth-floor boss is missing. Is there truly someone capable of going down to the seventh floor?”

The player walked around with renewed urgency until he found a flashing white entrance in the corner of the hall.

“This is bad; someone was quicker than me.”

When this player stepped into the seventh floor with haste, he instantly caught sight of the coffin amidst the pure blue ocean of flickering wisps, as well as the terrifying monster sitting elegantly on top of it.

“Undead Marshal? Great, no one has taken it yet. They must have been killed already. Humph, the Guild Establishment Token is mine, and no one can take it away. Yin Yang Manual!”

While making his speech, this player stretched out his hand. A thick book covered in white light floated in front of him.

“Yang Sword.” As the player stretched his arm a little, the book quickly flipped to a specific page. A white little sword shot out in response to the player’s command.

The Yin Yang Manual was a Yin Yang Inquisitor’s unique weapon. Purple Bell had one in her possession as well. It was out of anyone’s expectations that this player had also acquired a hidden class enhancement.

Whoosh.

The white little sword violently impaled itself on the Soul Devour Sorcerer. The latter let out a wretched scream, and a thin, dark aura emitted from his body. The white sword seemed to be the bane of the Soul Devour Sorcerer’s existence, as the wound caused by it continued expanding.

“You damnable-! You dare to injure me?” Fuming with rage, the Soul Devourer Sorcerer opened his mouth and spat out a dark puff of air at the player. This player froze stiff then began to spasm nonstop. Dark smoke started rising from his seven orifices, which the boss inhaled into its mouth.

“Yin Yang Manual? Ying Yang Inquisitor?” Fatty muttered in shock. There is another Yin Yang Inquisitor aside from Purple Bell. But his Yin Yang Book seems to be different from Purple Bell’s. Her Yin Yang Manual is black, while this one is white. Is there a difference between these two?