A brief overview

With a blink of an eye, the warrior that stood before you is just gone. Not a single trace of his existence is visible. His armor, sword, disappeared along with him. It's quite disorienting being in such a dangerous situation only to uttery defeat the enemy in the next.

Your celebration was short lived however as arrows flew through the sky, a couple actually hitting you. You can't quite tell how deep it is, but this is the first time you've actually been greatly injured. The wound first felt cold then suddenly it heated up. The undead troops had gone berserk after the **** of their master, going indiscriminately after anything living.

They sauntered forward, step by step. Status Effects don't usually work on undead, but perhaps you could take control of them? If things go wrong you could use Purification. It should be easy, you reassured yourself. You closed off your vision, focusing on drawing out your Necromantic powers.

It was no meager task, but eventually you found the severed connection of these undead. As if on instinct, you took the connections and directed it towards yourself. You opened your eyes and the undead stopped their advance. Ah, it must've worked fabulously. They are now in a stand-by, awaiting orders.

This is a good chance for a breather, so you held the arrow in your body and forcefully uprooted it. It was quite painful, but I'll manage. I applied 'Minor Healing' to close off the wound. Next, I observed the undead. They'd definitely be useful in sticky situations, but how can I be sure they won't just turn against me? They'd probably be good for some quick EXP. My infinite mana is still in effect so I spammed Purification on these knuckleheads until only their armor remains.

The girl, ah the girl, I almost forgot. You removed her from the confines of your stomach and checked for any injuries. Thankfully, she'd not been injured but her parts of her clothes somewhat dissolved. Was it from your stomach acid? Probably.

It's already early in the morning, however, you don't feel the need to sleep. You carried the girl with your tentacles as you left, finding a refuge better than this one will definitely help. You cannot see any human-made buildings in the horizon, looks like your camping in the woods tonight.

That night you recollected your thoughts as you stood beside the doorway.

You set up camp beside that house where you first saw the girl getting taken away from. You don't really have a goal at the moment, but there may be something to discover around here.

Just like the current Demon Lord, you'll have to use actual brains for this operation. Citrinas would be a good addition to the team, but Orfus' existence kind of ruins this possibility. He doesn't seem to be loyal to the Light either, instead loyal to his master. Maybe in the future you could convince the both of them.

URI-670, or The Ancient Dungeon Core is another thing. She's pretty much fused to your Core now in some macabre experiment of Citrinas. She is currently recovering her strength in her realm or something. She's strong, but it's still unclear to you how to use that power. You got some skills from her, maybe you should test it out. She's already in the side of the Dark too, so it should be easy negotiating with her.

The whereabouts of the Elven Ranger and the Human Priesstess is unclear to you. Orfus might've taken them to the nearest kingdom or something. Maybe you wish them to be safe since they are carrying your children already, nevertheless its the thought that counts.

There's you, one psychotic and sick motherfucker. Still mindlessly roaming, has a lot to learn, and most of the times too rash when making decisions. You can shift between sizes, the more intimidating you look as you increase in size. Your whole skin is black, smooth and sturdy. Tentacles can be retracted, making you look like a slime. Your sense of morality is questionable, what is not is your affiliation to the Dark. You're in a middle of a war with not two, but three sides. Right now, the Dark is at its weakest, the Light and the **** is on a stalemate. It's puzzling how the **** side could've been born. Is it a diverted **** from the Dark or something else?

Amd what the hell is everybody's reaction when you mention Citrinas? No one thinks she even exists, which is already weird in itself. Do they believe that Carmachias is the sole deity of the Dark? As much as you want to get some tin foil hat and scream out conspiracies, it's not like you'd have any information to support said idea. No one knows who she is, other than you it seems. Since you are probably her first priest or something. Guess you gotta spread the word?

The **** Lord and his minions gave you quite a bit of EXP, URI-670 gave you information regarding about level capping at 100. Your level stands somewhere around 25, not bad, but it could be better. Should've gotten the 'Pro Gamer Hud' instead. Damn it.

Then we have this girl at your stomach, never really bothered to know her name. But maybe she knows a lot more about this world than I do, so it might be good to keep her as a guide. Her small and frail looking body isn't your type either. Her affiliation with the Dark and Light? Pretty neutral, considering that her village was burned to the ground by those undead. You can probably use that to negotiate.

You opened the door and carried the girl inside. It's too cold outside, and probably inside too since there isn't any actual fires in here. It's only a ond story house, but it's spacious and even has a fireplace. You brought some logs you harvested earlier and fed it to the fire. It took you some difficulty, but you eventually succeeded in making a fire. You left the girl in the chair next to the campfire. Everything is normal except for one thing. The basement door is covered in blood, unmistakably.

This is those nasty bandits' hideout. Probably where they take the dead ones. You opened the door with enough courage to be a horror game protag, it was dark going down but your bionic eyes quickly got used to it.

A three and a two and a one. You opened the door at the stairs under the bloody basement, honestly as what you expected, you stupid horror game protag.