I felt strange how things happened so suddenly—pushing the woman back, my feet pushed off the ground, causing a crack to sound as I stepped forward to make room between us, and my body shot forward towards the strange creatures with warped teeth and sharp ws soaked in dark, slimy blood.


    In but an instant, my shoulder hit one in the gut, making it cough out some of its ck bile and then stumble backwards, though not knocked to the ground just yet.


    There was an odd sensation as my eyes left the other two for a moment instead of looking towards my right side, as a ck sh appeared from the seemingly dazed monster''s arm trying to w my face.


    My fist mmed into its side while I lowered myself, hearing a dull crack on its arm as it passed by, causing something hot to cut across my cheek lightly—a line of blood oozing from the small touch, burning like acid slightly. It stumbled back even further now that I had turned most of my weight towards mming the monster into the dirt.


    The others'' reactions were barely visible, with my eyes barely catching the ws swinging at the woman. She jumped backwards, letting one creature swing past her before violently grasping its head with her sharp-wed hands, digging deep and quickly lifting it upwards while cutting clean through the bottom half of its jaw.


    One arm still stuck under me, pressing it against the ground with all my might, the creature beneath let out an ear-piercing scream—a wave of power emanating from it, making me shudder momentarily. Instead of attacking, though, its eyes wildly swung around, catching a glimpse of what happened behind me just as the woman ripped the throat out of her opponent before turning towards it in anger.


    She sprinted forward with incredible speed, its wide eyes trembling in fear as she lifted its friend from below me, taking full advantage of its limp arm to toss it to the side almost like an unruly toy, raising a hand covered in slickened blood, ready to strike down onto its chest.


    The pitch-ck fur covering the monsters shuddered briefly at the terrifying image—only a breath away from being torn apart as she struck downwards!


    But there was a sudden shift, causing me to react hastily—its limp arm not quite as helpless as we thought it to be, a hand having hidden below my foot and grasping at something unseen previously!


    Zveta''s arm was nearly torn off as the limp ws suddenly shed towards her throat, and her arm, barely managing to catch hold of it, stopped whatever this ck shimmer was able to pierce, only managing to graze her neck, drawing a line of blood as it let out a piercingugh in glee, "Die you filthy mon—"


    "Gwe he he he." The monster below me uttered a strange, eerieughter.


    Itsughter turned to a muffled squelch, a sense of satisfaction welling up inside me for silencing it finally. Blood sttered everywhere after hitting its face directly—some mixing into the small cuts on my knuckle, sizzling loudly with a burnt flesh smell, searing as if scalded by boiling water while leaving the tinge of iron in my nose.


    Its body quickly grew limp—dead, most likely.


    At the same time, its friend raised both arms towards me defensively as my body spun around and kicked out with a brutal spinning kick straight towards its head, the sickening crunch feeling oddly pleasing despitecking the visual of another enemy falling dead, hearing the soft thump as it limply fell to the ground unconscious.


    Panting roughly—my lungs aching heavily—I stood tall as my eyes quickly searched towards Zveta, who managed to y her final foe even with a bleeding wound but seemed fine aside from that at first nce...


    -> Gorefiend Killed A, B and C


    "Haa....haa... Thank you..." Zveta''s voice seemed to have calmed down from the initial high of being saved as she looked at me with a restrained and shy look, covering herselfpletely.


    I don''t know what those voices were, but they were all my voice in various difference tones and pitches, causing me to feel they were different; looking at Zveta, my mind was a little dull, wondering how she and her group died to these monsters, rather why did I feel that she MUST be saved.


    There was no reason for me to rush to save her. Was it the lingering fear or the memories of seeing Dad die? Do I still have a deep trauma rted to death... Not the dead, but seeing someone die—I don''t believe it''s my fault that he happened to pass while I hugged him.


    My gaze moved to her confused face, as she remained a pretty woman, but now with wolf ears and a tail... I didn''t know how to face this stranger because an annoying, forced feeling connected us.


    As if someone above said, "Well, you''re bound, so it can''t be helped, right?" And that annoyed me.


    "You don''t have to follow me; just continue your life as you did." My words seemed cold, but I didn''t want to take on more burdens, not when I was barely keeping my little sailboat of sanity and bnce afloat in my life''s dark, stormy sea.


    "Really? I am thankful you saved my life and was worried you might make me stay beside you, haha."


    Things seemed like they might work out for the better—this woman could now survive and fight better alone. Maybe it would save her life, and I felt saved in that alone.


    The whole pack thing and those voices didn''t make me feel confident—rather, it didn''t feel like entirely my own choice because if I was going to make a pack... Aki and Anastasia would be first, not some random woman.


    "No problem, I am saved knowing I saved someone, rather than just causing death..." I muttered, feeling that I needed to deal with the image of death while epting my dad''s death helped. My mind and heart knew that seeing a humanoid die affected me too much.


    Like when I learned people could die in the dungeon, I became berserk to save Lumia and Flora from danger. Or when I learned I could die too, my defensive status became a priority to an almost obsessive degree.


    I looked at the woman, who seemed reluctant to part as she fished through the corpses for any loot.


    "Do you have a ce to return?"


    "I do... well, I did—we were all orphans and made a guild together. But now the Guild has just closed due to ack of members, haha... In the moment my heart stopped, the dungeon dered me dead. Now I even have a different User number." Herstugh was so bitter it caused even my heart to feel a slight twang of pain; this was something I didn''t know.


    Does that mean if Lumia and Flora died, that Guild would vanish?


    Now, what would happen to her though? Would there be some dungeonws or rules to kick her out for staying after death? I didn''t know, but somehow, an offer left my lips.


    "Want to join our Guild? We are called the Lexion Knights, located on the 32nd Ind Pamil 8th District (Noble-Area) Medium Size. It sounds a little insensitive after you lost your friends and family... But I think having a ce to go outside the dungeon and your home to rx might help..."


    The word just came out, not thinking much about what I''d say initially as I nned to leave her, not be responsible for her. It wasn''t right or wrong—instead, it was something I found myself doing without understanding, and the invite was sent before I thought.


    The face she showed just reminded me of the night I stared into the mirror, the night after I fought my first underground boxing match. Thinking Dad wanted me to seed—all alone at fifteen, staring into the mirror, reflecting on my battered body, scarred face, swollen eyes, and bloodied wounds... Somehow, I saw myself in her.


    Her once pale whiteplexion started to fade, with colour slowly returning as her tanned cheeks glowed faintly. With a quick nod, her hands brushed against her face, pushing her now long bangs behind her ear and looking at me with strange golden eyes.


    "I will take the offer. Let''s meet in the future. Give me some time to deal with my loss... Then I will thank you for saving my life properly—please forgive the strange way of speaking when I return... Suddenly, so much emotion, strange images, and thoughts entered my mind that I mistook you for my lover or something, haha."


    Once again, herugh, the hollow and empty sound from her lips, made me realise how annoying my false acts might have seemed to others in the past.


    A mirror that showed your insecurities and faults was unpleasant—as she took out the escape item for a dungeon after gathering her friend''s bodies, she smiled at me and began to fade from sight.


    "By the way, your scene is nice... It''s scary to be around you right now. Like a sweet, tempting devil standing over mountains of corpses masking their vile stench, haha..." Were her final words as she disappeared with the corpses, and I couldn''t help but wonder if I did have the strange scent she imed—the smell of death surrounded me...


    Shuddering slightly at the image my mind conjured—a frightening figure among corpses—my eyes swept across the surroundings quickly...


    "Let''s finish this floor and return to those girls who help ease my mind, to soothe my suffering."


    However... is this rted to me turning those women into different things when we have sex?


    Is that to say if they ingested my blood, they would have be werewolves instead?


    My mind was creating two questions for every answer, leading me to stupid or unnecessary thoughts—shaking my head and wiping the excess thoughts from my mind. I rushed towards therge encampment of orcs.


    There were eight more floors to clear, and it seemed each one was one of the floatingnds above my head.


    "Let''s hope Lumia and Flora aren''t mad about me adding another woman to the guild."