The Unvanquished: Child of Nihility-Chapter 47: That’s Stupidity

A strange pattern was forming across the vast dungeon.

All part were leading to one place...

The Dungeon’s Heart.

And what waited there?

No one knew.

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Morca was coming from the area where he had previously battled three 2-star monsters, heading straight toward the dungeon center.

He hadn’t found any more of the monsters he was looking for, so he decided to go deeper into the forest, hoping to run into another one. If he could just slay one more, his chances of securing a spot in the academy’s Unique Class would be sealed.

As he ventured deeper, a faint movement caught his attention.

’Huh... an assassin? Looks like one of the trial candidates is playing a dangerous game.’

How could Morca not sense a shadow’s presence when he could be called one himself?

He kept running, not letting the assassin know that he had already been detected. He lowered his presence, his footfalls quiet, his breathing perfectly timed with the rustling wind.

Then it came.

Leo made his move, believing he had caught his target off guard. He threw his flying dagger with precision... swift, deadly. The blade pierced Morca’s neck, and he collapsed forward.

Thud.

Leo approached cautiously. As a trained assassin, even at his young age, he knew better than to lower his guard prematurely.

Assassin Rule No. 1: Never trust a kill until confirmed. He crept forward, eyes scanning, posture ready for any sudden movements.

But then... what he feared most occurred.

Morca’s figure faded into shadow. The presence vanished. The body wasn’t real.

Leo froze, tension snapping through every fiber of his being. He stood still, ready for a counterattack.

Silence.

Then a whisper.

A cold, sharp blade pressed against his throat.

"Don’t think of anything stupid," Morca’s voice murmured into his ear. "You’ll waste your pathetic life for nothing."

Leo didn’t move. He didn’t speak.

"Good. How about I give you a chance? I’m not too fond of blood," Morca continued, his tone casual, almost teasing, like he wasn’t the one holding a blade to another’s life.

"Don’t mock me just because you have the upper hand," Leo replied, calm and deep. "I either kill you or get killed. That’s the mission."

Morca chuckled slightly, "And who’s going to kill you now?"

Leo said nothing.

Morca leaned in slightly. "How about this? Since your life is in my hands, why don’t I decide whether you live or die?"

"You don’t actually expect me to fall for that, do you?" Leo retorted, still keeping his composure.

"Assassins are always so... honorable," Morca said mockingly. "You really think dying here makes you a proper assassin? You haven’t even earned the title yet, and you’re already clinging to their precious code. That’s not discipline... that’s stupidity."

Those words struck a chord. Leo’s once-burning golden eyes dimmed ever so slightly as thoughts filled his mind.

’He’s right. This isn’t the final test. If I die here, I fail. If I live, I could still become someone... something more.’

Morca noticed the hesitation.

"Do you know about Crimson-Black? The Dark Avenger’s Club Champion?" he asked suddenly.

Leo blinked. "How is that relevant?"

"So you do know him." Morca smiled. "How would you like to become that Crimson-Black? The one everyone knows?"

Hahaha!

Leo’s laughter came suddenly, loud and unhinged. "You really don’t know who’s after your life, do you, Morca Sherman?"

Morca stayed silent.

"You’re my gateway into the Assassin’s Organization. If I kill you, I get in. If I fail... only death awaits."

Morca smirked. "Then it’s settled. From now on, you’re no longer who you once were. You’re my right-hand man, Crimson-Black. Morca Sherman Nihility’s shadow."

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And just like that, the berserk night began.

Different scenes played out across the dungeon–fighting, hunting, surviving. Everyone was converging toward the heart of the dungeon. The real trial was just beginning.

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The sun rose above the dungeon trial ground, its rays barely piercing through the thick leaves of the ancient forest. But despite the lack of light, all the candidates knew what this meant.

Today was the last day of the survival trial.

Those near the dungeon’s center quickened their pace, driven by the eerie sounds coming from the far distance. The sound of falling trees. Crashing limbs. Distant screeches. They all knew what was happening.

The dungeon was shrinking.

They had read the warning: ’The closer the time gets to zero, the smaller the dungeon becomes, and the stronger the monsters you’ll face.’

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At the heart of the dungeon lay an open expanse. No grass, no mountain range... just dry brown sand that mix with pieces of stone and a yawning black cave clinging to a high cliff. Dead trees jutted from the ground like broken swords, and from the cave’s abyssal depths came monstrous echoes.

Trial candidates gathered on the open plain, some forming groups of four to seven, others standing in quiet solitude.

Of the seven ancient families prodigy, only five had arrived: Voidspace, Tarma, Wisewind, Stormer, and Erickson. The other two were still missing.

Soon, a bloodied figure stepped out of the forest–Tyler Sherman.

Her once-beautiful clothes were torn and bloodstained, but her posture remained steady. Her cold, captivating eyes scanned the clearing for someone–hope flickered briefly before fading. She turned away, concealing her disappointment.

After a night of rest, Tyler had recovered slightly from her brutal battle with the purple poison spider monster. Her breathing had steadied, but her thoughts remained stormy.

Not long after, two more figures arrived. Lightning crackled faintly around them—Brain Magnus and Max Magnus of the Magnus family.

Despite Brain’s earlier taunting, Max had wisely ignored him. The two faced challenges on their journey, which had delayed their arrival.

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At the edge of the expanse, resting against a tree that bordered the forest and the dungeon’s heart, stood a cloaked girl entirely in black–Neo Laura.

"He still isn’t here... What is he up t..."

She didn’t finish.

Out of the dense forest emerged Morca, followed closely by a hooded male...

They walked silently, Morca at the front, the masked male youth at his back, a silent shadow.

This time, Morca didn’t look for a grand entrance. He just found a random spot and sat down, with masked male youth standing silently behind him.