[I’ve been… waiting…]

I heard a voice that sounded like it belonged to a middle-aged man, but it also resembled an old man’s and a young boy’s tone as well. I shouted in surprise, “You can talk…!?”

It snorted. [I’ve been watching you…since the 81st floor…]

It pretended to not hear me and continued its speech. I looked around in case anyone else was here but there wasn’t. In the Floor Master battle room, there were only flowing droplets of blood, which came together in mass to form a wave.

It continued slowly, [That person… seemed to have high expectations of you…]

“That person? Are you talking about the Dungeon Lord?” I asked.

It ignored me. [In any case… It's great… If I kill you here… It’ll be a small revenge…]

I retorted, “Sorry, but I don’t plan on dying here.”

[That’s… an interesting thought.] It sounded amused. [Dungeon… In this place you call the dungeon… Do you know why you don’t die even when you “die”?]

Like a predator eyeing its prey, waves of blood silently began to surround me.

It continued, [Before you actually die… that person removes you to a safer pla...