Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 129: [Core Dungeon] [16]

Just as he moved his sword, he noticed it.

The eyes of the creature staring at him.

Panic bubbled under his skin as he quickly tried to float back away from the thing.

"Relax,"

Nayomi said, as she wrapped her hand over his shoulder, stopping him in place.

"It’s not awake."

Akamir drew in a deep breath as he looked at the thing once again.

Even though the thing’s eyes were open, it didn’t move to attack him.

He let out a sigh of relief as he felt Nayomi’s chin softly placed on his shoulder.

"Cut it down before it actually wakes up," she whispered into his ear.

Akamir steadied himself, though his grip on the sword was still tight.

He floated closer again, adjusting the angle of his blade.

The Starburn flower pulsed faintly, like it had a life of its own, its glow reflecting off the smooth black surface of the creature’s skin.

"Now," Nayomi whispered, voice like a breeze.

Akamir didn’t hesitate this time.

He raised the sword high, angled it just right, and brought it down in a sharp, clean arc.

The blade met resistance but not enough to stop the blade.

A faint crack rang through the chamber.

Then silence followed within the chamber.

For a second, Akamir thought it hadn’t worked.

Then the stem snapped.

The flower dropped, and he caught it with the cloth wrapped around his hand.

Its glow flickered but it didn’t change much.

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The creature shuddered.

Not violently but just enough for Akamir to freeze again.

Its eyes, still wide open, began to dim like a light being drained from within.

Then its body slumped further, folding in on itself like a collapsing tent.

"It’s dead," Nayomi said calmly, pulling away from his shoulder. "Well done."

Akamir lowered himself back to the ground, his feet touching stone.

He stared at the flower in his hands.

Up close, it looked even more out of place with a body that was delicate and beautiful.

"That’s it?" he asked.

"That’s it," she confirmed.

’Well, that was a lot easier than I had expected.’

Akamir was sure that he had to fight the thing but he was glad he didn’t.

He turned and started walking back through the corridor.

Still, he half expected the thing to jump up and follow him.

But it didn’t.

He placed the flower into his space ring as his mind wandered on something else.

’I need to get out of this place,’ he thought to himself. ’And if possible avoid confrontation with the Bloodhound Omen.’

As much as he was confident in his abilities, Akamir was sure he couldn’t win against them.

He could take them one by one but he didn’t think he should.

’Nayomi said, Zaina will get a good security from the church after this.’

Though, Akamir doubted they would be that good.

’I mean, what the hell were they doing when Asher raped her in the novel?’

He kept those thoughts away as he walked out of the left path.

Akamir let out a sigh as he walked out of the chamber and reached his team.

They were already on their feet, weapons drawn, as if they’d sensed something was wrong.

"I found the way out," Akamir said, smiling at them.

The others looked skeptical. "Really?" Zaina asked.

"Yeah," he said, turning around. "Let’s go."

Zaina didn’t move right away.

She looked at the others, then back at Akamir. "You sure it’s safe?"

"As safe as anything down here," he replied, shrugging. "No more monsters, at least."

"That’s not very comforting," Luca muttered, lowering his head.

"Don’t worry bro," Viros said, his voice firm. "I will protect you, no matter what."

His words would have touched Luca’s heart had Viros not spoken those words while groping his chest.

"Eww, stay away from me."

"Alright, let’s go," Akamir said, leading the way once again.

They followed behind him without any complaint.

They moved down the corridor he had come from and arrived at the intersection.

Akamir led them on the right side path as that was wider than the previous one.

"By the way," Zaina said, her voice soft. "I need to talk with you when we get out."

Akamir glanced back at her. "Yeah, sure."

"I wonder what is happening on the outside," Viros mumbled, his voice tired. "Even though I don’t like my family, I kinda miss them now."

Akamir and even the others looked at him weirdly.

Viros frowned. "What?"

"Aren’t we orphans?" Luca asked, glaring at him. "What family do we even have, stupid idiot."

"Oh, I... I wasn’t talking about that family," Viros quickly tried to correct himself. "I was talking about my nannies! Right, them!"

Luca rolled his eyes. "Sure you were."

"Shut up," Viros grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "They made good stew with their milk..."

Akamir glared at the boy, making him bite his own words.

Zaina blinked. "What milk?"

Viros grinned like he was waiting for it. "You want to know—?"

"Viros," Luca said, staring dead into his eyes. "One more word and we are leaving you here."

"You can’t—"

"We will," Akamir cut in his words. "So shut up now."

Viros grumbled something uncoherent but didn’t say anything else.

After walking for a few more minutes, they finally reached it.

A platform that had the same glowing pattern that brought them here before.

Akamir let out a sigh. "Finally, a way out."

He rubbed the back of his neck as he looked back at them.

"Let’s go."

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Arthur stood in silence, the air around him thickened with the stench of blood.

His sword dripped crimson, still wet from the lives it had just taken of his own group members.

Their bodies lay scattered around him, twisted in ways that made his stomach churn.

Perched on his shoulder was the creature. Half bat, half owl, its wings folded neatly across its back.

It’s glowing eyes staring ahead with something between pride and hunger.

Its voice echoed in his mind, smooth and sharp.

"You see now, Arthur. You’re strong enough to kill anyone now."

Arthur didn’t respond right away.

He simply stared ahead, breathing slow, heavy.

The ground beneath him trembled slightly as his body pulsed with magic too heavy for a normal man.

His muscles were tighter, skin stretched like it wasn’t meant to hold all this power.

.....Gravity itself bent subtly around him.

The creature spoke again. "You can take her back now. She was always yours. You don’t need to beg and Asher... he’s in the way."

A twisted smile crept across Arthur’s lips.

He nodded, slowly, like a puppet learning how to move. "You’re right."

He turned, his footsteps echoed on the blood-covered floor, echoing through the narrow hall.

Every step he took left a mark, but he didn’t care.

All that mattered now was forward, and he wanted her back.

Arthur’s grip on the sword tightened.

"He doesn’t deserve her," he muttered.

The owl tilted its head. "And she’ll understand... once she sees you now."

He nodded again, more certain this time. "I’ll make her see."

The corridor ahead grew darker, but it didn’t slow him down.

He wasn’t the same Arthur they remembered.

That boy was gone.

What walked now was something else.

Shaped by fury, pain, and something worse... hope twisted into control.

And he was ready to reclaim what he thought he lost.

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