Reject Humanity, Return to Monke

Chapter 110 - Monke And Battle Royales (21)

As the Dungeon Masters were busy being distracted by the sudden fall of a harpy Dungeon Master from out of nowhere, I made my way through the treetops and angled myself so that with just a single jump, I could reach the supply drop.

While I was doing so, the Dungeon Masters guarding the supply drop tensed and brought their guard up against the unknown harpy. One of them, the goblin, I noted, branched off from the rest of the group as she warily approached the downed harpy with her weapon, a steel dagger, in hand, in case a situation occurred.

Yes, the goblin's a girl, in case you're wondering. She has breasts covered with a piece of cloth that could go for underwear by human standards.

She approached Typhial with slow and steady steps, her dagger ready in front of her if the need arose. While she was moving, I did not stop with my search for a good position.

It was then that I found a good angle to jump from, that the goblin arrived next to the downed harpy. She approached closer, getting a good look at the downed harpy to see if she was dead. It was that action that caused her to prematurely forfeit the event, as she was struck in the head by a hardened wing.

The goblin was sent soaring into the air, before she vanished into motes of light. During that, the Dungeon Masters were gob smacked at the sudden attack of a Dungeon Master who could instantly knock out one of their own.

Using that as the opening I needed, I quickly imbued my legs with the [Gorilla Go Smash!] skill to boost my speed, as well as using [Rolling Thunder] as well, if they were able to react to my sudden lunge.

Electricity crackled around my body as my fur began to stand up on end due to the friction. A moment later, I lunged, the branch I used as a stepping stone breaking off from the tree and flying to who knows where.

The loud noise alerted the Dungeon Masters, but only the dragonewt was able to react to my surprise attack.

With skill, a swordsman who had fought and survived wars, the dragonewt placed himself in my path, his sword glowing a luminescent blue.

With a yell, the dragonewt unleashed the power stored within the sword to try and stop my advance, and if strong enough, either knock me and or kill me with that single sword… skill? Magic? The point is, he tried to stop me.

Too bad, with [Rolling Thunder] active, any sort of stopping power it had was rendered null, but I did receive some damage, but with my high Endurance and Vitality, it might as well have been a love tap.

Powering through the glowing slash that was heading my direction, I grit my teeth as I felt the pain of being sliced on my arms, which I used to block the attack. Blood flew into the air and into the ground, but that didn't stop me from approaching the supply drop with insane speed.

My eyes locked onto his, his face rapidly changing from confident to panic in the span of a split-second. He wasn't fast enough to dodge my incoming body, so he was used as a cushion to soften my landing, rendering him unconscious and out of the event as he turned into particles of light.

I also had the fortune of landing right next to the supply drop, with the troll and ogre standing next to it, their shocked faces quickly transforming into a scowl of rage and hostility. Not wasting anytime, I touched the supply drop, and quickly threw it into my inventory, surprising everyone, except for Typhial, still present in the area.

Using their surprise once again, I grabbed the Monke Staff from my inventory and bashed the troll in the head with the lengthening feature. A cringing crack was heard as the troll stumbled back, his hand on his broken and bleeding nose as he tried to bear the pain.

The ogre, however, reacted to this with a roar, snapping the other Dungeon Masters out of their reverie and into combat-ready stances.

'Dang… Surrounded on all sides… Oh well, I should probably use it here, otherwise, I might risk getting disqualified in this event.' I thought to myself, my subconscious telling me otherwise that I would be revealing more of my hidden tricks to the group I was associated with, as well as the group I was about to disqualify. 'Meh, my participation is more important than a single trick from a few I had hidden away, which I'm sure will grow the more I get my levels and DP.'

Smirking towards the ogre, who was rushing towards me with a giant axe in his hand, I called upon the Mana within me to flow through my body and into the air.

The temperature rose in the area, causing some of the grass beneath my feet to get burnt and turn to ash as the fire flickered around my body, my fur remaining unharmed by the flame. The ogre, however, ignored this and still continued with his assault towards me.

He swung his club, fully intent on cracking my skull open. With my giant build, it would be impossible for me to dodge it, so I tanked it with a shield I had stored inside my inventory. It wasn't any special kind of shield, it was just one of the mass-produced shields I had the gorillas in my Dungeon use.

The club banged against the metal shield with a resounding echo bouncing off the trees and around the area. The ogre was stunned once again at the sudden appearance of an item he was sure wasn't on my person earlier.

My smirk grew even wider as I pushed the offending club away from me, the ogre flinching from the sudden force that threw his body for a loop. Capitulating on that opening, I engulfed my Monke Staff in flames and promptly hit him in the gut with the end of my staff, causing him to double over.

That wasn't the end though. After that initial hit, I tilted the staff upwards with great force, enough to lift the ogre into the air after getting his chin smacked by my staff, his gut a bit burnt from the flames engulfing my staff.

Since he wasn't turning into particles of light yet, I assumed that he was still conscious, so I made a decision to continue with my attack, this time leaping into the air and using the staff once again to smash against his gust, causing spit and blood to spew from his mouth, and into my fur.

'He's still conscious…' I noticed it the first time I saw his eyes glaring at me with all the hatred he could muster. I sighed internally, deciding to increase the strength I hit him with on my next attack. 'Sorry, but I need to knock you out now.'

The ogre landed on the ground with a thud, some spiderweb cracks forming under his huge body as he coughed up blood once more.

I targeted his gut once more with [Gorilla Go Smash!], this time enlarging my Monke Staff in both width and height to gain the extra weight. The ogre saw this and paled at the huge staff that was about to hit him.

He tried to crawl away, but was too weak to even attempt it. A moment later, the staff landed on his gut and he felt the most excruciating pain he had ever experienced in his unnaturally long life.

And as fast as the pain arrived, it quickly vanished, along with his life.

Looking down, I saw the ogre lying still as a corpse. Realizing that the ogre wasn't unconscious, but was, in fact, dead, made me have an internal crisis.

225 EXP gained!

Dungeon Master Killed!

Rewards:

16 Rooms

1 Floor

35 Wild Boars

63 Rabbits

23 Deer

24 Wolves

33 Kobolds

21 Orcs

12 Trolls

5 Ogres

4 Humans

1 Elf

2 Beastmen

12,334 DP

The Dungeon Master's entire treasury       

'Holy shiiitt!!! I went too far!!' I looked around the area with my stoic face. The other Dungeon Masters now scared of me as they slowly backed away from my form standing over the dead ogre.

"No! Orlg!" The troll, however, saw red the moment he saw his fellow colleague on the ground unmoving and with a very fatal wound on his stomach. "Fuck! You'll pay for that!"

The troll ignored his bleeding nose in favor of beating me to a pulp, and probably killing me. Reacting on instinct, I dodged the sloppy attack and whacked him on the head with my staff and hoped that he would be knocked unconscious instead of kicking the bucket.

It worked, as moments later, the troll turned into particles of light and vanished from view. I sighed, relieved that I didn't kill a Dungeon Master this time. Looking at the remaining Dungeon Masters, however, I noticed that they were all knocked out by Typhial, who stealthily K.O'd them the moment they had their attention on me.

"… This is not good." Typhial said as she stared at the corpse of the ogre.

"I know." I replied back, my mind running scenarios about the future that could or not come.

"We need to report this back to Lady Oshurkova." Typhial flapped her wings, ready to take flight. "Bring the body, we might need it in case a representative from their group approaches ours."

I nodded and stuffed the corpse into my inventory. With that done, the both of us headed back to camp, my mind still reprimanding my actions as a show of excessive force.

'I went too far… I need to learn how to control my strength, otherwise, this might happen to other enemies who I want alive…'