I’m a murderer, I think, as my great hammer splatters an orc in two, her guts whipping through the air like a glitched physics object. I deserve to die. An orc head flies past me. It starts with self defense against a lizardfolk, then becomes homicide against a human. Where will it end, I ask myself, looking back at the room I just massacred.


    [You have leveled up!]


    [XP: 45/10,000]


    [You have 3 attribute points to allocate]


    I lost track of what I was doing a while ago now. The orcs I slew are just a blur. I know I’ve leveled up twice since leaving the woman’s body.


    At least one thing hasn’t changed.


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    [Chosen Creature Type: Human]


    I drink my last Minor Mana Potion, restoring me to 5 MP, and push open the large set of doors in front of me. The room beyond is an ornate banquet room. The seats are empty and the tables are bare. The only sign of life in this room is the large figure in the seat of honour at the far end of the room. An orc is a full set of heavy armour, fashioned from the scales of a dragon, judging from the massive dragonskull adorning the wall behind him.


    This is my penance. I’ll try and fail to slay this boss, just like how Kataclysm said I would. I’ll die and spend the rest of eternity wallowing in darkness, like I deserve.


    I activate [Berserk] for the last time, and launch myself across the room at the boss. The great hammer strikes him square in the chest, but he doesn''t so much as flinch from the impact.


    [You are in the presence of <Gruk’thral, Dragonslayer>]


    The momentum carries me further and I slam headfirst into the wall.


    [HP: 16/20]


    [MP: 3/5]


    I should have just stepped through the portal like a good girl when she told me I''d be no match for this boss. Then both of us would have made it out of this dungeon alive.


    Darkness finally consumes me.


    End.