However Esdras was really curious about the staircase in the center that went downwards, opposite of where the boss room was according to his title and ability.

What if there was another treasure chest? It was hard to turn it down, especially after he got the infernal contracts.

Esdras carefully descended down the obsidian stairs, the staircase went on for a while mostly because Esdras didn’t rush, he was afraid a trap may spring up like last time, so he was on full alert.

In the end there were no traps, he stood before a gigantic gate of unknown material. The gate was fit for giants as it stood at ten meters high.

On one side of the gate, there was a mural similar to the one he saw outside on the statues depicted, the god and the civilization underneath him in prosperity.

On the other side, however there was a different picture.

On this side, it showed the gigantic figure of the God unleashing chains that penetrate the heads of the worshipers below however, the worshipers continued to venerate the God, without noticing the chains in their minds.

Esdras marveled at the great class craftsmanship, and felt a chill at the implications, but he didn’t do well on it too much.

He decided to try and open the gate, after all, it may be heavy, but with his enhanced strength, he might be able to open it after all.

However, contrary to his expectations, the gate not heavy at all it opened with disturbing ease. In fact if not for his balance he might’ve comical fallen in on his face.

Esdras saw the only thing in this giant’s hall.

It was a giant sarcophagus that was even bigger than the gate, it was made of the same obsidian material and held in the air vertically by hundreds of chains.

​ The obsidian sarcophagus was inscribed with hundreds of mysterious runes and symbols, other than that it depicted a typical pharaoh mask that held two strange objects in a cross.

The chains weren’t actually imbedded in the ceiling of the hall but passed through numerous holes in the ceiling that went up to an unknown place.

A strange ghostly light was channeled through the chains to the sarcophagus. It was unknown where it was syphoned from and for what purpose.

Esdras was overwhelmed not just by the sight but also by a dark, evil miasma that seeped into the very air he breathed, it was a dark purple aura that simply spread from this being unintentionally.

He found it hard to breath or focus, his vision was blurred for some unknown reason.

Esdras subconsciously used his third eye on the sarcophagus.

[Name: ???]

Class: ???

Rank: 4

Shocked to the core he took a step backwards, although he only saw the rank of this creature, it was something beyond his imagination.

Rank 2 was a True mage, according to this knowledge he could deduce that rank 3 was a Great mage, so a rank 4 was a Master mage!

It was the peak level power of this world.

It was not something that Esdras could even dream of going against. Fortunately, he was certain that this was not the boss of the second floor.

Although he honestly didn’t understand what was going on, or how could this thing exist in the second floor of a low level dungeon he honestly didn’t want to know.

With slow deliberate steps backwards he closed the massive gate and retreated slowly, every step he took was as heavy as a mountain, the pressure he felt was not like anything he had ever experienced.

Gulping down he clutched his fist and walked back, hoping to be as quite as possible.

The reasons he was willing to kill others in this life were many, but if he had to pick only one then it would be fear of death. As someone who experienced death once he didn’t want to die again.

Describing death was not possible but he could distinctly remember that feeling of disgust and despair, that mind boggling pain that unending nightmare.

Since he got to live again he didn’t want to experience that feeling again. For that reason he wanted to get as powerful as he possibly could, so he could have an easy and long life.

Back at the intersection he calmed down and took a break for obvious reasons. It’s okay, he didn’t have to fight that thing, the boss wouldn’t be that insane.

Otherwise, he was prepared to give up on this dungeon and just pack up and leave. He could always come back later when he was strong enough…

He climbed up the right set of stairs and found himself face to face with a normal sized gate which was a good sign.

He was greeted with the sight of… a hall? It was a massive room, in fact so massive but only if he looked to the right or left side. As the hall seemed literally endless when he looked to the sides.

But the northern end was not of the same quality, it was only thirty meters from where he was standing. And there was a gate on that side that—no doubt—lead to the third and final floor.

Only the hall was filled with bodies, hundreds, perhaps thousands if one looked to the two sides of the room.

People who were somehow frozen in prayer positions. All of them were kneeling and clasped their hands as if wishing for a dear miracle.

But there skin and flesh had not decayed, he could still see their expressions clearly. It was hard to call them alive but they didn’t look dead either.

*Creek!*

His opponent in this eerie place was a construct of stone and metal, with long plated arms that dragged against the ground and hunched shoulders.

It only had a metallic, featureless and oblong head. Along with green glowing eye sockets, spikes of various lengths, some barbed and some not, jut out from the monster from all sides, including along its limbs.

It walked on almost hooved metallic feet. Bodies of fallen praying men adorn the various spikes on the construct’s body, with the monster adding new bodies to its collection as he was looking.

[Dead scavenger Lv.5]

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