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Chapter 406

Day 95 – Daytime 　

Beating up monsters since morning, while pouring all the pent-up Highschool Boy frustration that has nowhere to go. It all has to be the monsters’ fault that the night was too short, that those thighs were so thick, that the snakes slithered so sinuously! Beating! Beating is justice, Beating is the truth! I shall beat them all!

Gentlemen, I love beating. Gentlemen, I… love beating. Gentlemen. I… LOVE beating. I love extermination beatings. I love lightning warfare beatings. I love onslaught beatings. I love defensive beatings. I love besiegement beatings. I love breakthrough beatings. I love withdrawal beatings. I love cleanups, I love retreats. On the plains, In the streets, In the trenches, On the prairies, On the tundra, In the desert, On the sea, In the sky, In the mud, In the swamp, I cherish each and every way beatings can be performed in this world, kind of!

So I tried beating them up. Yup, I felt my frustration ease just a little tiny tiniest bit, but there aren’t enough monsters. Yup, I wish a beating worthy of hell itself, letting my frustration ride the edge of my blade and unleashing a rain of iron and fire!

Because if I let my guard down, that scene from last night, where snakes slithered and squeezed the smooth skin peeking out from the disheveled nun outfits, starts playing in my brain again on endless repeat, complete with full surround sound of moans and gasps restored via revival audio playback, and before I know it, a giant iron ball is being swung down on me from behind with the full wrath of a great sermon. To put it plainly, it will get me scolded!

Rather than an innocent little me getting smashed, it’s more beneficial for society, and for me, if an ugly level 89 monster gets smashed instead. It’s the peaceful solution. So let’s beat them. Surely, at the end of relentless beating lies the night. The night begins there! There’s no such thing as an endless day, night will rise again! Well, apparently this world has two suns, so technically it’s always day, but still, it’s night! Is it here yet~.

Changing the pace of my footwork, shifting the rhythm, inserting polyrhythmic motion, rapidly varying the tempo, I create rhythm as I continue beating. Or to be put frankly, I’m beating them to a pulp.

Adding vertical movement to a dance moving in horizontal plane, incorporating circular rotation into this side-to-side choreography, and rotating the axis of spin itself from a horizontal spin into a diagonal and then a vertical one, I utilize the gyroscopic effect, which keeps a body stable while spinning, by twisting my hips and pivoting my torso, combining it with circular shoulder motion, modifying the composite rotational vectors with my elbows, then controlling the blade’s arc with my wrists. A chaotic fusion of multiple circular movements generated by various parts of my body creates omnidirectional, multi-axis rotation. Tied together, it becomes an endless motion of movement and slashes, like a sword dance of the Arashi-ryu, an infinite spiral movement. This frenzied sword dance is too complex to learn through comprehension, so I engrave it into my body, accumulating data into 『Wisdom』 until it can be controlled instinctively.

It’s a conglomerate of ultra-advanced techniques, requiring massively complex processing. I had hesitated to learn this uncontrollable sword style that spirals into infinite variations, but I’m out of options. It’s the only technique that lets me fight large groups for extended periods of time without burning MP. So I dance a self-destructive sword dance that goes on forever, joints cracking, muscle fibers tearing, blood vessels bursting one after another. I dance and swing my sword until both body and『Wisdom』memorize it. I just have to be careful not to have anything tear off. Yeah, like, if my arm flies off and I have to pick it up and stick it back on, that just feels wrong, you know? As a human being? It also hurts?

Having gained an enormous amount of abilities from equipment, having with the skills to control them, I even have the power to combine and amplify them. If not for the fact that my body can’t keep up and I can’t use them properly, I’d potentially have access to an infinite number of combinations. This isn’t the time to whine about pain or limbs getting torn off. As long as I don’t die, I’ll be fine. Even if I do die a little, I can manage somehow.

「So rough.
So clumsy, full of waste…
But, you were still did, doing it. Are you alright?」

「Reckless. Your mind, will give out, before the body. It, will break. Sword techniques, must follow the body, you can’t… break it! Does it hurt?」

I managed annihilate『Skeleton Paladins Lv89』 using only sword techniques, but collapsed after that. I didn’t take a single hit, but the self-inflicted damage from self-destruction hurt like hell, but well, that’s selfresponsibility. Currently in the middle of being scolded, while gushing blood?

Well, I’m being scolded, but my mind is so hazy that I can’t really hear them. Not that I usually listen to lectures even when I am conscious, so it’s probably fine. I mean, most of the time it’s not my fault anyway, so all of it is just false accusations. I don’t want to make them worry, but this is necessary training. Besides, this much won’t take me long to recover from. It just hurts and exhausting, but compared to the true battle I fight every night, endlessly regenerating and recovering in an infinite loop, this is nothing more than a child’s play. A real battle is far more intense, serious, and feels way better!

「Aah, well, it’s alright now? Kinda tried spinning a little more and swinging harder than usual? Yeah, I’m fine now. In the world I came from, there was this ultimate spell known as 『Pain, pain, fly away (Transition Pain)!』 or something like that. It allows one to transfer pain to someone else. Scary world, huh? Even with the common cold and illness, they said if you give it to someone else, you’ll get better? I survived that horrifying world so yeah, totally fine? I guess?」

I patted the heads of the two who looked like they were about to cry. I’ll give them some snacks later, and they’ll be fine. Playing pranks would probably be an issue, huh? Yeah, Halloween’s not likely to catch on here, the whole trick part is probably the problem? I think? Although, I kinda do want to play a trick on them?

(Jiggle-Jiggle)

I gave Slime-san some pats too and handed over a treat, it looked worried as well. I mean, I’ll heal, it’ll regrow, and I can stick it back on, so it’s totally fine, you know? I think most injuries in life are fine as long as they can heal, regrow, or reattach. Kind of like a full resolution, in a way?

I managed to grasp the feel of the movements and the sword flow. I’ve engraved it into both my body and 『Wisdom』. I’ve got no choice but to keep building up, and the only way I can reach that height is to keep stacking.

While the three of them still looked concerned, I fed them a version-up Prototype Mk.II 『If you have no cinnamon why not add bitterness with grilled apple peels?』Apple Pie, and now we’re taking a break.

Normally, I’d want to reassure them with a cool line like, 『It’s okay. In our world, we flew to the sky without wings or magic and even reached the moon. So there’s nothing we can’t do.』 But personally, I’ve never been to the moon, and this world doesn’t even have one? There are suns, but I’ve never been to that either? I mean, I probably couldn’t come back if I went? Sounds way too hot to be safe!

With break time over, I get a quick training on my sword form. Having an experienced person observe from an objective perspective and provide theoretical guidance is an incredible benefit. When you rely only on your own thinking, you start developing biases and tend to unconsciously put yourself in a box. Plus looking at sexy female armor while we are at it is very fun! Yeah, benefits all around.

And so, break time ended, we began descending the stairs. Floor 90 is the final stop. The deepest floor.

Not a floor boss, but a Dungeon Master. They say there’s a huge difference between a floor boss and a Dungeon Master, that master of a dungeon is an overwhelming existence set apart from the rest!

Well, I don’t really get the difference. I mean, the first one I fought was a Dungeon Emperor? Yeah, there was an overwhelmingly overpowering sense of overwhelming, untouchable, solitary aura. After seeing that, being told there’s a difference between a Dungeon Master and a floor boss feels like a rounding error. Honestly, if they swapped places secretly, no one would notice.

『King Skeleton, Lv90』 is a giant skeleton, but apparently unrelated to that Sk***r person. He didn’t go clattering around or anything, he was a silent, sword-wielding type of skeleton who swung a massive blade. Despite his huge body, his sword techniques were surprisingly fast and precise. Easy to read, easy to dodge, easy to evade, so I tried dancing a little?

Since it’s a skeleton opponent, I dodged with the Thriller dance. And as expected of the legendary dance that captivated the entire world, cheers erupted from Armored Pres-san and Slime-san behind me. Even Dancing Girl, always super strict about dancing and with something to say about it, was clapping along enthusiastically. Yeah… truly amazing things transcend worlds. But King Skeleton-san seems a little mad about it? He’s swinging his sword even more wildly now, unleashing ferocious strikes.

Which means, he’s not hitting. His movements are being read, guided, baited, and led off-course. He loses his stance, and all those wild swings become sloppy flailing. That was me.