Strongest Among the Heavens
Chapter 315: Second Floor of the Mansion

Chapter 315: Second Floor of the Mansion

[ Weapon Name: Gáe Bulg Replica

Rank: A

Attack: 400

A replica of Gaé Bulg. The barbed tips of the spear hold an Anti-Armour effect. As well, the spear disrupts healing spells and healing factors. ]

’Disrupt, not negate.’ The spear was red with Kareen’s blood, dripping. The length of red metal was well-balanced, its barbed tips glinting ominously.

Dasha placed a hand over his gaping eye socket. ’I’m able to counteract the bleeding with Internal Qi Healing. But...’

[ Warning! Mana in critical zone! ]

"Open inventory." He took out three mana-focused potions; two for giving a hundred points of mana and a Complex Vitality Brew to temporarily increase MP regeneration. His innards rumbled from the excess interference.

He decided to consume a Forming Pill too. An all-encompassing pill that tethered to every element, its usage was primarily for a breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment and tapping into the Dao. It was equally common to be seen among those wanting to sharpen the quality of their Qi in the Foundation Establishment.

He gulped the Forming Pill down and expelled the waste of impurities quickly. ’I’m close. I’ve almost achieved the Tu Na Breathing.’

Wisps of black escaped his nostrils and mouth. He walked while mediating and kneading the Qi in his Dantian. His eye was going to take days to heal.

Before his next battle, there were many corpses to defile. Weapons to steal, accessories and armours to yank out, and organs to foster. Dasha inspected everything and everyone. Nearby, an archer had a string wrapped around his wrist. Dasha untied it carefully.

’Fairy string to keep a prior wrist injury from affecting him.’ Dasha inspected the man himself. ’Intense arthritis or an effect similar to it. Could be a curse.’

He saved the best for last: Asa. He turned her body over to see her face. Green remnants lay on her throat and far off to the left was an empty bottle.

"Open inventory." Kneeling down, he produced a small vial and a cotton swab. He dabbed the remaining bits of the green liquid on her throat. The substance was fascinating given its speed and efficiency. There was already a scar even though he had ripped her throat open with the replica cursed spear of Gáe Bulg.

He heard a gargle.

Suddenly, the corpse’s eyes flew open. "You little masked shit," Asa hissed. Before Dasha could react, her hands shot up and grasped his throat. She squeezed and squeezed, trying to choke the life out of him.

Whether she was still alive didn’t matter. Faster than the eye could see, he plunged her neck with the end of her own spear and sliced it from her her head. This time, there was nothing to save Asa. Her hands fell away from his throat, and she collapsed back onto the ground, dead.

The leaking blood touched the Seven-league Boots.

"Her organs were already crushed. Too bad."

The Grand Hall, however, was not the end. Satisfied, he turned and did have a hefty jump to the second floor. There was no staircase or pathway to reach the second floor, only an open balcony. Monster Hunters were required to jump thirteen feet to reach the next floor of the mansion.

If his analysis was correct, the second floor was a rectangle. Left or right, the two choices were an illusion on some level because he would end up at the same place. Only the contents of the rooms would be different. He decided to go left. Doors were spaced out every five feet. Dasha opened the doors and saw sleeping hunters.

’They didn’t hear anything. The walls and doors must be sound and magic proof.’

Stab, slash.

Stab, slash. Stab, slash. Stab, slash.

’Their livelihood relies on killing monsters. Rest is natural.’

Almost lazily, he stabbed the throats of the hunters, slashed up their brains, and moved to the next room. Killed the hunters there, then the hunters in the next room and the next and the next. His total kill count had racked up to a hundred and thirteen at this point.

’Not all the hunters are here. That’s fine. As long as no one can pinpoint the murders back to me and the Whispers, Daughter won’t care.’

Through the halls, he sensed three hunters. The invisibility mechanism of Tarnkappe, his white cloak, was not active yet. He had to rely on his stealth capabilities.

Not an issue.

Stealth was an art of making silence. Through his twenty-years on Earth, he trained in every art possible. His footsteps were quick and efficient. Standing atop the statue of a blue Pegasus statue, he waited. He consciously cushioned his heart and lungs.

And once the footsteps arrived, he ceased to exist.

The hunter in question was short and stout, and was limping and blinking through sleepiness. He must have woken up after hours of rest from a floor at Valhalla’s Colosseum. He was ignorant, put simply, and he was off-guard.

’Equip.’

Slash.

Leaping from the Pegasus statue, he slashed the throat of the hunter with the replica Gaé Bulg. Then, before the hunter’s blood-gushing cry could alert anyone in the corridors, he casually threw several Black Cards and punctured the hunter’s vital organs. He fell down and Dasha continued his hunt.

Before making the final turn down the corridor, he stopped. If he kept going, he would have encountered the Guild Master’s office. The final boss.

So he went back.

’Not yet,’ he told himself.

At the right side hall, the doors had key holes. ’This is the home of Monster Hunters. It wouldn’t be strange for them to capture monsters too. That explains the need for sound proof and magic proof walls.’

Ironic that their specially built facility became the noose around their necks.

The keys weren’t on the ordinary members of the hunters. In all likelihood, it was with the Guild Master Raoul or his second-in-command.

’If the right side is not accessible, then I should go back.’

So back he went.

Dasha walked through the halls alone, the Replica Gáe Bulg scratching along the floor. No longer a shadow, no longer hiding, he ached for a fight. He ached for battle.

A battle he would receive.

"Who in the world are you?"

Making the turn to the final hall, Dasha came face-to-face with a martial artist. Only this hunter stood between Dasha and the last door. The door of the Guild Master.

The hall was wide as should be expected for a mansion. Alas, for battle, it was constricted.

"I am the right-hand of our Guild Master. My name is Arrow Zhou. And you?"

A visitor? An enemy?

"The end."