Sadistic Player In A Fantasy Game World

Tower (2)

'Perhaps it's a magical item rather than a sorcerer, but where could it be?' thought Gray as he continued his search.

Meanwhile, the group of one hundred was reduced to half in less than thirty minutes. The people in the group had been too reliant on their belief that guns could deal with whatever they would have to face, and most of them didn't have abilities that could permanently defeat the zombies.

With every person that died, the difficulty of the tower increased as the dead were added to the ranks of the enemies.

The few that survived all had elemental-magic abilities of some sort, with most of them being flame wielders who burnt the zombies to a crisp, however even they were running out of steam as the toll of using their ability so much was starting to have an effect on them.

"Boss, we can't keep this up."

"Yeah, you're right. I say we hide behind those fire-wielding brats till Russ recovers," said the boss referring to the big man with a war hammer.

"Hey Aran I don't think we can keep this up much longer," said a girl with glasses to a brown-haired boy.

"There should be a necromancer somewhere close by, however, I don't see it anywhere. I thought that if maybe we could take care of it, then we'd be able to clear this floor easily," replied Aran.

"It's been a while and I haven't seen any zombies that looked special to me. Maybe the floor is unwinnable with our specific abilities," replied the girl.

The two seemed to be in a group with two other magic users. The two of them had flame-wielding abilities, while the other two used water abilities.

"No, I don't believe that. There has to be a way to win this," said Aran as the group of convicts ran behind them.

"Hey what are you doing!?" shouted the girl once she saw what they were doing.

"Clara leave them be. We don't want to start any trouble," whispered Aran, before Clara had the chance to tell them off.

"B-but they're using us as cover," replied Clara.

"Worst case, we break them and use them as a distraction for our escape," replied Aran with a smile on his face. (AN: lol how many psychos do we have here?)

Meanwhile Gray and Tesse came across an odd-looking tombstone, that had glowing letters engraved on it.

"This should be it," said Gray as he turned the blood sword in his hand into a hammer.

"Once we destroy this thin-" Gray about to say before something appeared from underneath the tombstone, carrying it 6 meters into the sky.

"I don't think that a hammer will be enough to destroy this," said Gray as he looked up at the gigantic flesh golem, that had been created out of the flesh of zombies.

"I'm guessing this is the floor boss, isn't it?" asked Gray to no one in particular before he started running in the direction of the main group.

The beast roared in anger before chasing after the two, causing the entire floor to rumble.

"What was that!?" asked Aran as he turned to the direction from where the sound was coming from.

By now there were only fifteen people left in the main group, the four magic users from Aran's group, the seven thugs who hid behind his group, and four people dressed in black uniform who seemed to be part of the government.

The only reason they were still alive was because one of the government officials seemed to have some sort of barricade ability, that created walls out of dirt to protect the group.

"I'm nearing my limit, I'm not sure I can hold these walls up any longer," said the government official to the remaining survivors.

"Hey, can't the big guy go out and take care of some of the zombies, haven't you guys free-loaded enough?" asked Aran, referring to Russ.

"What do you mean freeloading?" asked the boss.

"While we've been here keeping the zombies at bay, all you guys have been doing is resting. I say we take a vote, all those who want the big guy to go out and slow down the zombies raise your hand," said Aran, with a smile on his face.

'This asshole, it's eight vs seven so ofcourse they will win, and by doing this he is creating sides. I hate manipulative bastards like him the most,' thought the leader of the thugs.