My Ex-Girlfriend is the Strongest Guild Master and I'm the Weakest! Chapter 92: Dylak’s Revenge (Part 9)

**Defeating Cook Monier was not my proudest feat. I caught him off guard while he was cooking sothing on the stove. I shot him twice in the back with poisoned bullets, and he seed to brush off the pain as he got bigger and sturdier.**

**I missed a third shot, for he had jumped aside, finally turning into sothing resembling a beast. The first thought crossing my mind was that he was too big to work in the kitchen now.**

**The now black, wolf-looking bear, tossed the table getting in his way and snarled at . A fourth shot penetrated his chest, but I didn't get out of the way in ti. A single swipe of his claw took 80% of my HP, and a System Warning told that I would bleed out if I didn't patch the wound in ti.**

**Yeah, right. Patch the wound. With what? Scrap tal? I sat on the ground as the useless, inexperienced adventurer I am, and waited for the inevitable, while the monster coughed blood, and stood on four legs, growling quietly.**

"So the poison worked..."

"Alan, how can I help you?" his Anima asked, materializing above his head.

"Scan the kitchen..."

"On it."

The boss in front of Alan lost its transformation until returning to being a man. A virtual man. He also sat, leaning against a cabinet. After panting, his agonizing face showed a faint smirk.

"Spiegel's poison? Clever..." he said. The color of his face gradually turned purple. "Wait. Sohow, I can rember other Users doing the sa tactic. But they didn't wield weapons like yours. What is that?"

"A gun."

"I don't know what that is. I only know bows and arrows, knives and swords. Users throwing fireballs, ice lances, and lightning bolts." He exhaled, looking at the ceiling. "So other Users bathed their arrowheads with poison and killed that way... But why can I rember that? It's so fuzzy. Even though I can rember every single ti Users have defeated , an inner voice told I shouldn't learn from them. That I shouldn't co up with tactics to defend myself..."

"Alan, there is a Red Potion here!" Aaron said, pointing at one of the shelves. "It will help you replenish the lost blood, but unfortunately, I cannot bring it to you. I cannot touch it."

"That shelf also contains an antidote," Cook Monier said quietly, catching Alan's attention. "Whoever reaches the shelf would win..."

Alan waited for him to make a move, but the man seed too tired to even move a finger.

"Tell , User..." Monier said. "Why can I rember everything before The Update?"

**Update?**

"The things you're rembering... Are those bad mories?"

"Not at all. I felt... alive... and not conscious at the sa--" Monier did not finish the sentence, and his body turned into vanishing pixels.

Count Dylak's retainer, Cook Monier defeated!

"Hurry, Alan! You don't have much ti!"

"I k-know," he said, grunting. The simple task of getting up was excruciating, even though the system told him the 'Pain Endurance' Passive Skill was being activated. "I can do it... I can..."

YOU DIED

You bleeded out.

Death Penalty: 50% of your GOLD has been substracted from your account.

Gold balance: 2243

**Dammit. This whole dungeon is telling I could never beco a Lone Wolf.**

"There's a shorter path to the kitchen in front of us, Alan, beneath the double staircase," Aaron inford telepathically, as Alan respawned at the lobby.

"Yes, but..."

He crossed eyes with the huge, stubborn Housekeeper.

"Alan Warden. You must train to beco stronger," the NPC said in a drowsy tone of voice, ready to attack.

**My gun currently has two poisoned bullets loaded.**

Alan shot as soon as he got control of his body and ran forward, leaving the boss behind.

Even though Bilmur recoiled and blood sprouted from his chest, his HP bar barely decreased. **He only recoiled due to the surprise attack. I hope that the poison gradually works on him.**

"Is that the kitchen?"

"Yes, Alan."

He kicked the doors open and quickly closed them before Bilmur could be heard shouting.

Alan was in the kitchen again. He glanced at his left, from where another door could be seen opened. In front of it, a pool of blood.

"It's weird to see that." He patted his chest. "Tell I'm complete."

"That blood will disappear in a matter of minutes."

"Okay. Back to work. Scan every single piece of tal in this place. We will need all the ammo we can muster."

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"I'm so sick of this place. It's a fucking farce!" Emily had said a long ti ago, grabbing a pebble and throwing it as far as she could.

Clara did not have the strength to object, for she thought the exact thing.

That region, modeled after their real holand, was nothing but a happy 'rendition' of the real deal.

**And it feels so wrong...**

"The Developers should have never built this place. They should have stuck to reality and designed it as a freaking wasteland, or... a giant, damm crater! I don't fucking care!"

"If the Developers did that, I don't think there would be a Novus to explore," Clara said, as she filled her lungs with the sea breeze.

"Let's get out of this continent," Emily blurted out, throwing a bigger rock. In front of them, a sea bathed in orange by the sunset, and beyond that, a world of possibilities.

"And where could we go?"

"Anywhere will be a thousand tis better than here. Let's go to port and buy a ticket for the first boat we see. What do you say?"

**Emily reached out a hand to , knowing I could not leave her alone. Knowing that I wouldn't say no. Knowing that I would follow her lead no matter what.**

"Yes! Let's leave this shithole."

"A race to the port, then?"

"W-what? We're leaving right now?!"

"Before we regret it!" Emily shouted, riding her mount as soon as it materialized.

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"Clara! Are you paying attention?"

She crossed eyes with Alia's fiery expression.

"O-of course, Bestie! I'll search the mansion west from here. Easy-peasy."

Alia wrinkled her nose for a mont before glancing at the rest of the group. "Be careful, everyone. Sothing tells that the clones are coming from the mansions."

"Is it official? Are we going to call them 'clones', then? They are more like a case of 'copy and paste'..."

"Clara... Please. Not now."

"Duplicates," Ashley suggested, making Alia sigh.

"Fine, whatever. As I was saying, the Duplicates may be spawning from each of these mansions, so don't overextend yourselves. Got it? Exit the mansion, and communicate if you need help."

"It's a good thing that the spider guy hasn't been pestering us, right? He was the really troubleso one due to his poison."

Clara's grin gradually faded at the sight of Alia's thoughtful expression.

"My Fire Clone has been eliminated," the redhead said, standing up and looking at the surroundings.

"Projectiles!" Ashley cried, and the rest got on their guard, searching the sky.

Alia was the first to see the incoming danger, and with a quick fireball, made it explode in midair. "Soone is throwing boulders at us!"

Clara watched one breaking a tree in half. "Let's retreat then! Go to your designated mansions!"

"I'll stay and get rid of the pest!" Alia said, sprouting fire wings and soaring into the sky in a matter of seconds, destroying more incoming boulders.

anwhile, Clara did her best to keep herself alive, losing the rest of the group in an instant. "Co on, Clara! Keep running, keep runni—whoah!" One rock almost hit her head, and another blocked her path. "Oh, co on! This would be a la way to die!"

"Miss!" a male voice called from afar. "This way!"

**Soone is calling from... yes, The Mansion! Is that a User?**

"Hurry! This Manor has a protective shield, so you'll be safe here!"

"FINE!" she cried, covering her head while sprinting towards the entrance. Once she stepped into the front yard, she could hear a boulder getting smashed into pieces. She glanced at her back, corroborating the existence of a force shield surrounding the building. "Thanks, man, you save--"

Oh, crap!

A na could be read above the middle-aged man's head. **Butler Marick!**

She stood on a defensive, unrefined battle pose, but the gentleman cleared his throat before speaking: "It's dangerous to be outside for the mont. In the anti, would you like to enter and have a cup of tea? The Hostess would love your company."

**What's with this attitude? He doesn't seem hostile at all, despite all the trouble his friends have caused us this whole night!**

"Please, join us," the Boss insisted. "Miss...?"

"Clara."

"Lovely na. This way, please."

**I was going to enter the mansion anyway, so...**

"If you insist."

Once the doors closed, Clara tried contacting Ashley, but to no avail. **So this is truly considered a Dungeon, huh?** She inspected the lobby, and for so reason, the orange lights gave it a cozy feeling.

"This way, Miss Clara," Marick said, leading the way to the right aisle of the mansion. On her way there, Clara made sure to be ready and summon her Imps at the first sign of danger. **But sothing doesn't feel right. He's being courteous in the sa manner Dylak acted when he visited us at the house.**

When they entered a spacious living room, Marick cleared his throat again. "As your request, milady. I have invited one of the Users to our ho."

"Oh, yes. Thank you, Butler Marick. Since Cook Monier is gone now, could you prepare the tea?"

"As you wish," the man said, giving a brief bow and leaving the room.

Clara was then face to face with a little girl sitting on a couch, a large book in his hands.

The first thought that crossed her mind was that she reminded her of Kathleen Maher, one of her favorite Guilders in all The Novus for the way she dressed. Wearing a Victorian long dress.

**But it would be easier to point out their differences. This girl looks even younger. Has white hair, and the inexpressive face of a cute doll. It's like seeing that Serenity bitch when she was a child.**

"Welco to Count Dylak's Manor, Clara," the girl said, faintly smiling. "Sit down. I would like to talk with you, if you don't mind."

But sothing unnerving prevented Clara from getting near her seat. **She doesn't have a System Na like the other Boss NPCs... And if she was a User, even though I don't know her na, her level could be visible, or at least show a question mark. But...**

Clara squinted, making her best to see the info above the girl's head. **But nothing... There is no info about her.**