Episode 52.7 (1/2)

As he stepped onto floor 10, Lecan's <Life Detection> only showed one blue dot. A very small dot. Situated in a room that wasn't too spacious.

Lecan proceeded ahead.

A rough ground consisting of rocks. Same with the walls and ceiling.

He was on his guard for the possibility of Dark Sprites emerging out of the walls, but nothing happened even after he got far in.

As the enemies have been steadily getting stronger and numerous the more he goes down in this dungeon, he thought this floor would finally prove to be a challenge. But that hope has been dashed as it seems.

Lecan stopped moving 20 steps ahead of this one enemy and checked it out with <3D Perception> and <Mana Detection>.

It's a humanoid magic beast.

Around kid-size.

It's kneeling down with its arms wrapped around its legs and face down so Lecan can't tell its full figure, but there's not even a shred of power from it. It's wearing some sort of worn-out rag-like thing to cover its emaciated body.

It's only got a very small pool of mana. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});

A trifling foe.

”<Graph Make>.”

Lecan cast a spell to investigate this floor's structure.

”What?”

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There is no stairway that leads down.

Meaning this is the lowermost floor.

Or perhaps, defeating this frail-looking foe will open up a stairway down.

(Can't be.)

(This is no Grand Dungeon.)

It's really the end by floor 10.

What an utterly lacking dungeon.

Then he's just gotta defeat this thing in front of him and get out of here.

As Lecan took a step forward, the magic beast lifted its head.

It's a skeleton-like face.

A chill stopped Lecan in his track.

Lecan's battle hardened instinct is telling him not to carelessly get in the range.

As he squinted in this dim room, he found out that this thing was not fully a skeleton, it still got a little bit of meat attached to it. Or more like skeleton with dried meat sticking to its face.

This magic beast stood up.

Dull and slow like an elderly.

Its standing figure looked quite feeble as well, you'd think a slight breeze would push it down and break all its bones.

Turned out, the worn out rag was no rag at all.

It's meat.

Rotting meat is clinging to its bones, swaying as it moves.

Looking again, the bone-clinging meat on its entire body is all rotten and slimy looking, with a disgusting color to it.

Remains of hair dangle on its head.

Rotting water plant-like hair.

A repulsive odor drifts in the air.

Lecan pulled back his right leg that was about to step forward.