In just a span of few hours, Alexander had experienced absolute terror two times in a row. If that wasn't enough, even though the white-haired woman stood right in front of him, the voice he heard seemed to come from far away as if the girl in front of him was nothing more than an illusion.
"She is definitely going to kill me."
Alexander's thoughts were all over the place. For some reason he knew there was no escaping the situation today, so he immediately started begging to save his life.
"Please don't kill me, I will do whatever you want!"
White Death's eyes showed no ripple as if she didn't hear his words at all.
Seeing this scene, the feeling of despair in Alexander's heart turned even stronger.
Just then White Death flicked her hand, and the light around him twisted to form an image of a young boy with black hair.
Alexander didn't have the time to feel shocked or admire how that image was formed.
His eyes were focused on the image.
This reaction of his didn't escape White Death's notice. Her eyes immediately narrowed.
In the next moment, Alexander felt a slender hand wrapping around his neck, lifting him off his feet.
The force of the hand almost seemed to have crushed his windpipe, the force was that great.
Before he could even process the changes, Alexander heard the cold voice again.
This time the voice felt a little invasive, as if it was directly imprinted into his mind:
"How long ago did you see him?"
White Death directly asked the most important question.
If Alexander's reaction was to be believed, he had definitely seen the man in the image.
As such there was no need to confirm it. What mattered now was to know just how long ago it was.
For a moment, Alexander forgot the pain. His eyes focused on the image of the young man with a slight smirk on his face.
After all, the young man in the image was the very same man who had saved his life. It was none other than Zarek himself.
Alexander forgot the pain, and a single question appeared in his head:
"Why is she looking for him?"
Just before he could continue thinking, White Death spoke again.
This time her voice a little colder than usual.
Immediately the fatty Alexander felt a chill run down his spine.
And in the next moment, what sounded like a pig being slaughtered, a high-pitched scream resounded in the air.
In just minutes, unable to bear the pain, he told everything that he knew about Zarek, except about the man's inside attack power.
As to why he didn't immediately sell out Zarek, there were two reasons actually.
First of all, no matter what, the guy had saved his life, and the second reason... thinking up to this point, a sharp light appeared in his eyes.
Meanwhile White Death was lost in her own thoughts, not paying any attention to the fatty at all.
Cold wind blowing through the cavern caused her silver hair to flutter slightly.
Then in a voice that no one could hear except herself, she muttered:
"According to the information, the youngest son of the head of Silversword family was an unawakened. Despite being one of the most prestigious families, Zarek Silversword had never held a sword in his life."
"Hmm, according to that fatty it had only been some time since he left, then he should still be on the second floor."
Then for a brief moment the coldness in her eyes, for a very brief moment, seemed to have melted away.
"Just a while longer, little sister..."
Maybe it was the excitement of finally finding clues about her sister, or something else, but the famous White Death didn't seem to notice the strange situation of the dungeon.
White Death, ignoring the fatty Alexander who was doing his very best to keep up with her, made her way toward the second floor.
...
Twentieth floor of the Sacrificial Dungeon of Divine Battle.
Unlike the previous floors of the dungeon, the final floor of the dungeon looked like a world of its own, with blue colored sky, and green trees with dense canopy.
However at this time, the giant trees which looked older than the world itself seemed to be burning.
At the very center of the floor stood a crimson-haired young man with a blood-soaked sword in his hands.
Drip, drip!
Drop by drop the blood splattered on the surface below.
Below the crimson-haired young man's legs was a giant monster, more than ten feet tall in height, with a giant gashing wound on the monster's chest, pouring crimson blood on the surroundings.
It was clear from the faint twitch of its muscles that the monster was not dead yet.
The crimson-haired young man also noticed this and chuckled lightly:
"As expected of the final boss of the sacrificial dungeon."
However mid-way his voice turned a little sharp: "Now quickly go away so that I can collect the treasure. According to information, the boss of the Divine Battle dungeon usually drops quite a good sword. I am sure little brother would definitely like it."
By the end of the sentence his voice turned a little warm.
Tomorrow was the birthday of his little brother. His brother liked swords, so the crimson-haired young man wanted to kill the boss and get the sword.
The monster also heard the crimson-haired young man's words and spat a mouthful of blood, finally dying.
Soon his body turned into fine particles of mana before flying away, leaving behind a bunch of items on the ground.
Seeing this scene, the crimson-haired young man smiled and let out a triumphant laugh.
"Finally!"
He slowly grabbed the sword and started to examine its stats while waiting for the dungeon to send him out.
Time continued to pass and soon a frown appeared on the young man's face.
He had already killed the final boss, then why wasn't he being sent out?
As anyone would guess, this was not the first time the crimson-haired man was diving the dungeon alone. Usually after killing the boss he would be sent out.
Thinking of something, the crimson-haired young man calmed down.
"Maybe because this is a sacrificial dungeon, this is why it is taking so long."