"Lord Johan," the guard whispered, trembling. "Forgive my disrespect, I didn't know you were here."
The mountain of muscle barely glanced at the guard, completely ignoring Jugo's existence. His voice boomed through the long corridor.
"Stupid goat. I have an important mission from our Lord; I don't have time for nonsense now. Move."
Johan's hooves shook the ground with every step, nearly cracking the stone. The guard felt his soul return to his body, unlike Jugo. His soul had vanished from this world as quickly as it had arrived.
Jugo stood up instinctively. His mind went blank from the shock of such power. Without a doubt, if he had raised any suspicion, Jugo would be dead by now.
"Maybe being this weak isn't so bad," he thought as he carefully navigated the castle.
His heartbeat synchronized with his steps, creating a melody worthy of a xylophone echoing through the hall.
"I'd swear I heard a skeleton around here," an electric current surged through the air. "You must be hallucinating."
An electric eel the size of an elephant drifted above Jugo, who could barely hide among the banners.
"Let's get out of here. Remember, Lord Johan called a meeting. It seems we are finally invading the humans!"
With every step, he encountered beings more bizarre and terrible than the three-headed beast. However, a stench invaded his surprisingly functional nostrils. A miasma came from the place where a throne stood, covered in a thick layer of black smoke—a place only for those deemed worthy.
Jugo perceived a body identical to his in every aspect, except for the size. The person on the throne had an imposing, large frame. His dark cloak contrasted with his white bones, adorned with furs, holding a tiara in his hands. Jugo knew just by feeling his presence: he was the ruler. The Lord of this Dungeon.
He placed the silver tray on the nearest table and took the coffee in his hands.
"My—My Lord!" he shivered.
Just meters away from completing his goal, a figure dashed across the room. It was a woman with long, silky fire for hair. Her body was adorned like the white-haired dragon from before: dark red scales covering her skin.
"My Lord Azatoth. I have come to warn you that an intruder has invaded this floor."
Fear gripped Jugo's mind. Another silhouette appeared in the room, the white-haired dragon.
"That's right, my Lord. I fear the Hero has managed to break through our defenses."
However, the specter's response was total silence. There wasn't even a movement from his body or mouth.
"My—My Lord... I've brought your coffee," Jugo interrupted.
His small, trembling body, which barely reached the Lord's lap, had spilled the drink. It was his doom.
"You!" shouted the demonized Red Dragon. "What have you just done to our Great Lord?"
Jugo rushed forward to wipe the liquid.
"Ah, forgive me! I'll fix it!"
As the wet cloth rubbed the body, a ping echoed in his head.
[Congratulations! – Achievement Unlocked: Lord of the Dungeon!] You have defeated the Dungeon Master before the Hero... that is... unexpected.
[Murder Weapon: Third-Category Coffee (Expired)] Killing an eternal being with something not even a human would drink earns extra points.
[New Title Obtained: King of the Absurd] Your mere presence causes the laws of logic to twist. Effect: +500% probability of ???
[Unique Skill Obtained: Lord of Caffeine] [Unique Skill Upgraded to: End of the World Coffee] The user's ability to create coffee can generate different attributes and status effects.
The black smoke surrounding the throne vanished. The imposing figure of the Lich who ruled this land turned to ash before the panel.
[New Position Obtained: Dungeon Master! — Calculating ranks and stats...] [Error]