Possessed in a Game That Is Full of Mods chapter 77

Abyssal Dungeon – 2

The appearances of the knight commanders became smaller and smaller. The sky grew farther and farther away, and the body began to fall recklessly toward the floor.

The monsters on the bridge who saw me falling down tried to prepare for battle, but before they could do anything, I had already gone down even further. Whether it was a bow or a spear, it meant nothing.

This was the quickest way to clear the Abyss Dungeon I was talking about. Accurately set the angle and position, and jump toward the floor as it is.

At first glance, it seemed easy, but in reality it was not at all.

The producers were all people with thoughts, so they dramatically increased the basic physical strength of the monsters on the bridge and adjusted the height so that tricks through falling attacks were impossible.

Chewing damage with a falling attack is limited to when the target can die. If the monster survived, the player alone would die alone.

They even placed most of the monsters in a blind spot and calculated the distance so that they wouldn’t reach by jumping, thoroughly preventing the player from accidentally falling on top of the monsters.

So, from the moment he fell off the bridge, his fall was inevitable. Everyone thought so.

‘Even though it was discovered because of that guy’s coincidence.’

It all started with someone unlucky. After using roll incorrectly, he fell off the bridge, fell for a while, and died at the bottom of the dungeon.

While that luckless situation turned into a joke, the word ‘can you skip the middle process if you fall to the bottom and land a falling attack?’ came out.

With nothing to do at the time, the dead, who had been doing all kinds of eccentricities, took a bite of the rice cake and began to try it. I was also included.

There were only two conditions, but each one was incredibly tight.

Once you jump down, you should be able to go straight to the bottom of the dungeon without getting caught in the middle, and there should be a monster so that you can do a falling attack at that place.

In particular, the second condition was ridiculously vicious. Demonic spirits are bound to wander around unless they find a player, but even that timing had to be right to succeed.

But who are we? When I told them to play a bonsai game, they beat each other with bonsai, and if there is an element of competition, they are struggling to somehow rise above the opponent.

After a long attempt, we finally succeeded. From the moment you enter this dungeon area, to calculating the distance the monster moves, to where and how to jump, everything.

And this was the result.

Countless bridges and tree trunks brushed right beside me. It was a close enough distance to think that even if the location selection was slightly twisted, I would have died from hitting one of them.

There were also those who occasionally shot arrows, but there was no way to reach me. The sound of arrows hitting the wall could only be heard from up there.

‘Ah, that was f*cking tough.’

As soon as I saw the monster three or four times the size of a human that had just passed by me, I immediately shuddered. That was the mid-boss of this dungeon.

He had to fight on a narrow bridge, so he was already struggling to the point of dying, but it was even more difficult because archers from nearby cliffs even blew arrows at him, like a non-mercy dyamod.

I’m glad I can’t fight him now. If it wasn’t for the terrain and arrows, the guy who would have been at the level of a trash mob was messing around.

Even after passing the mid-boss, I fell further down. There was no sign of hitting the floor yet.

It was natural. It was like releasing this dungeon instead of adding a new area from DLC, so I had to secure enough play time for this dungeon alone.

It is a process of going from end to end of such a place and skipping all the middle parts. It didn’t even take a few minutes.

As time passed, the appearance of the monster on the bridge gradually changed.

If the monsters at the entrance were holding crude weapons and wooden shields or wooden bows, monsters with more rugged appearance appeared the further down they went.

Shields turned into hard carapaces, spears into sharp claws and teeth, and bows into a black liquid that spewed out of its mouth. The size was also much larger than the average person.

Of course, it didn’t matter much, because even those things were overlooked.

‘It’s almost time to arrive.’

At some point, not only the walls of the dungeon, but also the bridges across the center were dyed black. It meant that they were almost at the center of the Slow Rune Dungeon.

Soon after, the bottom of the dungeon was visible from afar. The whole floor, which looked like mud, wriggled as if it were alive.

I looked for a place to fall. A monster was walking around nearby.

‘thank god.’

I let out a sigh of relief inside. I jumped in confidently, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t nervous at all. In the back of my mind, I was wondering if

It was fortunate that the ominous foreboding had gone awry.

He raised his bloody sword. The attack power buff was meaningless. The key to falling attack damage is not the damage of the weapon itself, but the additional damage that increases in proportion to the distance it fell.

If it fell from such a high place, even the boss would be finished in one hit.

The distance between the monster and me quickly decreased. I slightly pulled my right shoulder back and landed on top of the monster’s head.

ㅡQuajijik!

“Quaaagh!”

The monster who received the shock of the fall, which I should have received, screamed in pain instead. He grabbed his neck and twisted his body around.

The monster’s upper body bent sideways and fell to the ground. A terrifying thump could be heard as if the back part had burst.

We rolled around the floor several times, tangled up in each other. When he got on the bottom and I got on top, the rolling stopped. As it was, he stabbed the bloody sword through the man’s head.

The monster trembled as if it had been struck by lightning, then fell silent. After confirming that he was not moving, I slowly drew my sword and stood up.

Unlike the monsters who fell to the ground with a miserable face, I was fine with no scratches anywhere.

It was a success.

I glanced up. It must have stretched in a straight line to the entrance, but far from being able to see the sky, everything was pitch black. Tree trunks and bridges were densely packed between them.

Even the number of legs that came into my field of vision was enough to make me want to go over the bag lightly. I felt the depth of this dungeon once again.

I lowered my head. There are still things to be done. They look exactly like the monsters we just used as a stepping stone for our falling attack. They also had to be dealt with.

Without hesitation, he thrust the bloody sword into his abdomen. This place was definitely a dungeon corresponding to the latter part of the story. It would take me a year to catch them without an attack power buff.

Pulling out the sword from the belly, I walked to the nearest monster’s perception distance. Its head creaked and turned, and its red eyes glared at me.

Kung, he stepped out.

The last monster fell to the ground. Black sludge splattered in all directions with a thud.

“Ugh, dirty.”

I wiped the black liquid from my face with the back of my hand. I didn’t know that it would bounce up to my face. It’s probably harmless to the human body, but it made me feel bad.

The bloody black had already returned to its original color. Although it took a little longer because the buff went off while I was catching the last one, I managed to fit in with the time I had planned.

I moved my feet hard across the sticky black mud. Everywhere his feet touched, he was deeply buried up to his calves.

This is why I didn’t like it here. Because it forces the player to walk and even restricts them from rolling.

Places classified as swamps also had a similar effect, but this one was even worse. In the swamp, you can do even the heaviest roll, but in the black mud, the roll itself is sealed, so you can only walk.

In many ways, when I came out grumbling that it was the perfect section to make people’s blood pressure rise, I saw a narrow alleyway stretching between the walls and something resembling a statue installed next to it.

It’s a statue that allows players to quickly save and move quickly, but it wasn’t particularly useful to me right now.

It was impossible to use it because the opening conditions of the statue had not yet been met, and even if it was opened, it did not seem to be of much help.

‘What am I going to do by leaving the knight commanders alone and using myself?’

How many situations will I be able to move alone in the future, and will I use that? Besides, even if I turned it on, I would never come back here again.

If it were a game, I would have activated that statue, replenished the potion, or taken a break and challenged the boss, but not here. I ignored the statue and continued walking along the road.

And not long after, we arrived at the huge door.

Behind this door was the boss of Abyss Dungeon. He put his bloody sword in for a moment, put his hand on the door, and slowly pushed it forward with force.

The door began to slowly open sideways with a groaning sound. I could see the scenery inside little by little. First of all, there was no difference between the boss room and my memory.

“Black… … hehehe… … Whoa… … .”

It seemed to me that I could hear a woman’s cry from inside.

It was a sob that was very sad, but also gave chills to those who heard it. I fully opened the door and entered the boss room. The door closed automatically with a creak.

In the center of the room was a woman on her knees, hands folded in front of her mouth, weeping and praying. What she wore was the clothes worn by the combat nuns of Raphaella’s kingdom.

Almost everywhere was worn out and rotted, and was practically naked. My guess is that the area of the remaining fabric was less than 10% of the original clothing.

Less than 10% of the nun’s uniform was left over, so it was as if she wasn’t wearing any clothes at all.

“Huh… … black… … .”

Even as I stepped inside, the nun didn’t stop crying. A black liquid trickled down from between her closed eyelids.

ㅡChulbeok.

pop.

And as soon as I stepped on the mud, the crying stopped.