Chapter 96

Cayna slowly brandished the weapon and approached Opus with a fiendish expression. Her eyes empty, Cayna aimed the Ancient God’s Blade, whose tip was still sticking up out of the room, at Opus’s brow and gave a powerful swing downward. The target’s face twitched as he fell off his bed. The Ancient God’s Blade sliced the ceiling, walls, bed, and floor with ease. The thirtieth floor was the sturdiest part of the dungeon, yet it cut the walls like a knife through tofu. “Hey, wait, what do you think you’re doing?!” “Shut up! After all the trouble and anguish and suffering and hardships you put people through, I came all this way, but YOUUUU…” Following up on the momentum of the first attack, Cayna swung her giant sword sideways to take a slice out of Opus. The demon fell to his stomach, and the attack grazed past his horns as the room was cut diagonally in half. He moved to stop her rampage but heard something fire off directly next to him and jumped back. The sound came from a log-sized crimson arrow that dropped in beside him and lodged into the floor. Realizing what this meant, Opus retraced the arrow’s path. He saw a fairy and magic circle hovering in midair. “Geh?!” “Kuu will help, too.” Apparently Cayna wasn’t the only hostile party here. It wasn’t clear if Kuu’s “help” involved murder or something else entirely, but regardless, Opus now had to deal with deadly arrows on top of Cayna’s attempts to turn him into mincemeat. “Wait! Hold on! Let me explain!” “Let you explaaaaain?” Two flaming red eyes glowed from within Cayna’s shadowy figure. She was the spitting image of a predator who made no distinction between right and wrong. “I helped you both out in the open and in secret to make your life easier!” Opus yelled. With his back against the wall, he was really in no position to be making excuses. Plus, his all-black getup made him look like a giant cockroach. “You should’ve just stayed out in the open. I didn’t have to suffer alone!” “Ngh…” Her words left him speechless. Indeed, he could have been there for her without sticking to the shadows. “That’s why I sent you the fairy—to help you out…” “I thought you just forgot about her. How was I supposed to know she’d need a name?!” “…Nghh.” Each of Opus’s excuses magnified Cayna’s rage. In this maniacal state, she wouldn’t be able to think or listen until she calmed down. He was only adding fuel to the fire. “And about that noble who stalked you…” “Opus.” “Y-yeah…?” “You can explain later. First, I’m gonna punch you in the face.” “Punch!” Neither the fairy’s arrows nor Cayna’s sword were conducive to punching. Given the crazed look on her face, Opus realized conversation would get him nowhere. There was no more point in arguing. The giant blade came ruthlessly crashing down. The attack, liable to split the room and Opus himself in half, hacked through the walls and ceiling and tore the arena to pieces. Opus ran for his life, and the three-meter-long sword and log-sized arrows chased after him every which way. It never crossed Cayna’s or Kuu’s minds that their onslaught might inflict more damage or bury everyone alive. In less than five minutes, the twenty-ninth and thirtieth floors were rendered a pile of rubble.