How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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A tingling, trembling sensation ran through his body, a feeling second only to being suspended upside down, and his Sirocco level increased from Lv12 to Lv13.

He felt no joy at all.

The ghosts also flashed like a camera shutter, updating and copying Sirocco's level.

Before Sirocco could move again, new ghosts immediately appeared from all sides, regrouping and attacking Sirocco once more.

And it's faster.

"Goooo!"

Sirocco dodged to the side, and a red blade came flying from above his cheek. He narrowly avoided it, but a scratch was still left on his face.

It's so tiring!

He realized that the ghosts' replication was being perfected.

They lack intelligence, but they are gradually learning Sirocco's fighting instincts.

The crimson ghost legion watched Sirocco with predatory eyes.

7 minutes!

I can only stall for 7 minutes at most, Cass, you have to come out quickly! It's written in the information!

Sirocco desperately wanted to run away, but he couldn't.

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"Is this it...?"

A cavern inside a secret passage, its spacious interior decorated in warm colors.

There were some empty treasure chests that had been opened and some broken tables and chairs. A desiccated human-like corpse was placed in the center of the room.

The reason it is said to resemble the mummy is because the mummy has shriveled triangular ears on its head and a tailbone connecting to the spine on its buttocks.

Orcs.

Cass recalled the contents of his textbook.

This corpse was very different from the monsters encountered on the road; it did not turn to dust but quietly became part of the furnishings in the dilapidated cave.

Without much thought, Cass, pressed for time, followed the instructions and took the totem made of monster teeth from inside the mummy's clothes.

Buzz—A notification came from the ring, and when Cass looked at it, he saw that it was a new dungeon quest.

"This totem is the item needed to start the quest..."

With that in mind, Cass scanned the totem and placed it in the storage of the ring table.

"—!!"

Cass retreated instantly, and two silver flashes appeared in front of him as two axes cleaved the spot where they had just been.

He almost got hit on the head.

The two monsters wielding axes in front of me are "Barnana Cult Little Monsters" that jumped down from the ceiling. They have bronze skin, empty eyes, and horns on their heads.

Cass didn't want to fight, so he turned and ran.

This is the umpteenth time such a trap has been set.

The underground space is much larger than the above-ground church space.

The area is surrounded by crossroads on all sides, and it's easy to get lost if you're not careful.

Moreover, there's more...

Ooh ooh ooh ooh—

With a cry that seemed to surge from the bottom of an abyss, two gaunt, emaciated monsters emerged from the wall, wearing white hooded jackets and wielding curved swords.

Cass remembered their names in the documents—

"Barnana Cult Deadpool"

They moved with a speed that no minotaur or Maple Knight could match, closing in step by step before launching an attack with their weapons.

Kas activated his talent [Friction], gliding between the blades of the two monsters, determined his route in his mind, and charged forward without looking back.

When Cass slid past, he actually took the hit, but fortunately his talent reduced the impact, otherwise Cass would have been cut into three pieces.

Don't get entangled in combat; run away as soon as you see a monster.

Cass understood what Sirocco was saying.

Judging from the force and tricky angle of the opponent's sword swing, it is definitely a monster that exceeds Lv15.

If my talent weren't for friction, I probably wouldn't even be able to finish the initial 50 meters...

Could it be that Sirocco was faking being asleep? Did he deliberately send me here alone?

Kas swept past countless traps and monsters that seemed to appear out of nowhere, and just by taking the designated treasure chests and items, the Ring Surface warehouse was almost full.

Finally, we left the intricate passages inside the cave and arrived at an open area.

What immediately came into view was an area resembling an ancient sacrificial site.

Countless people in white robes knelt in the square, their devout worship directed at a magnificent temple building at the far end.

Normally, Cass would definitely take a picture to commemorate the occasion, but time was limited, and there were monsters chasing after them.

Cass continued running, his goal the temple at the end of the road.

With aching legs, Cass ran to the temple altar.

"Huff... Huff..."

Cass glanced at the clock and realized it had only taken him a minute and a half to get here, but he had been on edge and giving it his all the time.

"Wait... do we have to run back like this..."

Oh, and those monsters.

Cass looked back—

The white-robed people kneeling on the ground did not react. The "Barnana Cult Dead Servants" that were chasing them shook their heads a few times and returned to the wall of the passage.

However, as soon as the sword is taken away, these worshippers all jump up and enter a berserk mode...

Thinking about all this, Cass felt a little tired.

Now all Cass wants is to quickly collect his "exclusive weapon," end the long day, and go home for a hot shower.

Cass took a bottle of blue liquid from his pouch, uncorked it, and poured it into his mouth.

After drinking the vanilla ice cream-flavored liquid, my MP level was fully restored, and then I took a potion to relieve fatigue and muscle soreness.

Cass, who was preparing to flee, looked toward the altar.

An ancient, weathered disc, carved with various mysterious totems and symbols, with a sword suspended at the top.

The longsword, wreathed in golden light, has an exquisitely shaped guard and a hilt wrapped in black leather, with three gems gleaming at the pommel.

There was also a rectangular object, about 50 square centimeters in size, used for offering sacrifices.

If I offer the corresponding sacrifice, will I obtain this sword...?

The information stated that this was a trap.

This sword, which exudes the same aura as the Holy Sword, is actually just an ordinary sword. It has been enchanted to make people mistake it for the real thing.

You don't even need to offer sacrifices; you can just take it directly. However, this will trigger the altar's mechanism, causing a bottomless pit to appear on the spot. It's not impossible to fall to the other side of the earth.

Cass hesitated for a moment, but still took out the bunch of fresh green bananas that Sirocco had given him from the ring.

"This is the offering... Is it really okay?"

It's not that Cass doesn't trust Sirocco.

But at this ancient and solemn altar, a place where believers gather in devout devotion, the proper offering is green bananas—green bananas with a supermarket half-price discount sticker on them…

He seemed somewhat out of place.

To appear more devout, Cass peeled off the discount stickers from the bananas and placed them on the rectangular platform.

The longsword vanished without a sound.

A new...sword? slowly rises from the bottom of the altar, replacing the original longsword.

It's less of a sword and more of a collection of chunks of flesh shaped like a sword.

The entire body is composed of pink flesh and keratin, with countless capillaries running through the blade. The bright red, glossy flesh is rhythmically pulsating, and the circle in the center of the hilt, upon closer inspection, resembles a closed eyelid.

Compared to the fake longsword from before, this weapon, named "Demon Blade," exudes an indescribable eeriness and evil aura.

"This really is a sword? This is the weapon Sirocco spoke of, my personal weapon?"

Going on a dangerous spree from the first floor to the second, just for this lump of meat?

Disgusting.

And isn't he too creepy to look at?

After examining and comparing the data, it was discovered that the image of the "Demon Blade" generated by Sirocco using AI was nine-tenths or even ten-tenths similar to the weapon in front of him.

Even if it were the villain of her favorite Pretty Cure, the Dark Witch Mace would never use such a physically uncomfortable weapon.