However, even after five minutes, the result was still the same—there was no sign of him being sent out automatically.
The crimson-haired man was no greenhorn. By this time he had already realized something was wrong, and he immediately became alert, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
Maybe the boss wasn't actually dead yet...
Such a thought appeared in his head. Although he had killed what looked like a boss with his own hands, the possibility that this was just a clone still existed.
The crimson-haired youth's thoughts were moving at light speed, analyzing all sorts of possibilities and looking for clues.
Just then his expression suddenly stiffened.
"When did an entrance appear here!"
At the central wall of the floor, where there was nothing when he first entered, stood one entrance, emitting eerie blood light. Looking closely, this blood-red light was emitted by countless runes moving in and out of reality as they devoured the surrounding space, causing the small entrance to gradually widen.
Just one look and the crimson-haired young man felt his blood freeze. The aura beyond the gate seemed to make his heart palpitate.
"What is this?" The crimson-haired young man took a deep breath to calm himself down. He considered himself relatively experienced, but even then he had never heard about new entrances appearing out of nowhere.
Yeah, although it emitted a terrifying aura, its appearance was similar to floor entrances.
Just as he was thinking, the red light flickered and a hand slowly emerged from the entrance, followed by the appearance of a giant monster more than twenty feet tall—twice as tall as the boss that he had just killed. Upon closer inspection it looked just like the boss except even stronger.
However, there was one thing that was different: its eyes.
Where its eyeballs should have been were eerily empty, revealing blood-stained sockets dripping blood. The crimson-haired man could even see the nerves and capillaries that were usually attached to the back of eyes, transmitting signals back to the brain.
Suddenly thinking of something, the crimson-haired man sucked in a breath of cold air. His grip on the sword in his hand tightened.
The monster's eyes seemed to have been forcibly gouged out.
It was then the monster slowly turned its head in the crimson-haired man's direction, the blood dripping from its eyes slowly sliding down its cheeks and falling on the ground, creating a terrifying sight.
Although the monster didn't have eyes, it seemed to have felt the presence of the crimson-haired young man.
Then the monster's mouth slowly opened and a voice that sounded like pieces of cold glass sliding against each other echoed:
"I promise... I didn't see anything. I promise..."
Zarek looked at the goblins surrounding him with narrowed eyes—a group of more than ten goblins surrounded him.
That wasn't what surprised him; it was the weapons in the goblins' hands which caught him by surprise. However, the next moment his expression returned to normal.
Indeed, fighting armed goblins was going to be more difficult than unarmed goblins.
Instead of being afraid, Zarek felt slightly happy in his heart. His summons just seemed to lack the weapons to fight.
Except Misery Prime, the rest of the Miseries fought in a barbaric fashion, using their fists to blast enemies to pieces.
Zarek didn't like that. He didn't want his army to be composed of savages, but noble warriors who knew how to wield weapons.
Thinking up to this point, his lips couldn't help but curl upward.
The goblins who were surrounding Zarek felt a chilling feeling rising in their hearts. Just a moment ago when the strange human looked at them, a strange chill seemed to have run down everyone's spine.
In the next moment, hell was unleashed upon the poor goblins. Although they were properly armed, the difference in strength between the Miseries was like heaven and earth, and in no time Zarek's group once again regained their original speed, blasting through the fifth floor in such a whirlwind-like fashion.
Sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and finally the tenth floor—there was no stopping Zarek and his army of little but bloodthirsty goblins.
Puchi!
With another punch from Misery, the last remaining goblin of the tenth floor fell on the floor. Misery ruthlessly killing goblins had become such a common sight that Zarek didn't even bother paying attention.
He ignored it and started making his way toward the eleventh floor.
Thinking of the eleventh floor, his heartbeat started to accelerate a little.
If he wasn't wrong, he should be already halfway to the final floor.
Just ten floors and he should be able to get out of this place.
Although Zarek had even started to enjoy his time inside the dungeon, his original intention didn't change. If he wanted to regain the ability to speak, he had to get out of here.
"Kyaaa!"
It was then he heard a loud surprised scream followed by giggling sounds.
Surprised, Zarek immediately turned his head to see what it was.
And what he saw caused his eyes to widen in surprise. A Misery was holding a red fleshy crystal in his hand, and the rest of the Miseries were also looking at the crystal intently, especially Misery Prime.
Just one look and a single word automatically appeared in his head:
Life Essence!
He was also thrilled. After all, Life Essence was a miraculous substance. Not only could it help lower-grade monsters evolve to higher grades, Life Essence also had other uses. As such, it was highly valued in the outside world.
A red light the size of a fist could be sold for a decent amount of money.
Although he was currently trapped in a dungeon, Zarek also had to think about his future.
The first thing that he needed to do after getting out was figure out how to make money.
Not just Zarek—even the Miseries had thoughts of their own.
At some point, Misery Prime had appeared beside him and was looking at the red-colored Life Essence in Misery's hands with an almost obsessive look.
After all, from the start he was searching for it but was unable to find it.