Reject Humanity, Return to Monke

We both exited the tent and came across a scowling Reia waiting for us outside. She didn't look at me, nor complemented my looks, even if she did so multiple times the whole time we were going to that Meeting Tent.

"Lady Oshurkova… Xel'gon is waiting for you at the entrance of the camp-ta." Reia intoned neutrally, her indifferent mask sometimes slipping into a scowl as she reigned in her features.

"Ugh, of all the times… That man is too stubborn sometimes…" Oshurkova facepalmed and hissed as she glared at the direction of the entrance of the camp. "Follow us. This'll either take a short time to finish, or this will end again with us knocking each other out of the event."

"I take it this happened before?" I asked, a bit curious about their circumstances as to why this happened before.

"Oh, plenty… I'm pretty sure this is the… sixth… maybe seventh time we had a skirmish in this particular event." Oshurkova replied, annoyed at the number of times their skirmish had happened in the once-in-a-decade Dungeon Games.

'Damn… She's old…' I looked the vampire woman up and down, her entire figure radiating youth as she strolled angrily towards the entrance of the camp.

"Lord Jionni, please stop staring at Lady Oshurkova, otherwise, you'll make her blush-ta." Reia teased slightly, her indifferent face giving way for the all-too-cheerful maid who woke me up earlier.

"Reia… Now is not the time." Oshurkova wanted to facepalm, she really did, but otherwise refrained from doing so, even if she felt her brain cells slowly disintegrate at the personality of her self-proclaimed maid.

"My apologies, Lady Oshurkova." Reia bowed, her verbal tic vanishing into thin air and lagged behind us intentionally, giving me and the vampire our space. Looking back, I saw her give me an encouraging grin as she gestured a not-so-christian hand signal to me.

It involved making a ring with your thumb and index finger, and poking your other index finger through the hole.

Briefly ignoring the blatant signal, I focused my gaze back on the front, my peripheral vision catching Oshurkova's somewhat unreadable face.

'I can't tell if she's mad, or annoyed… It could be a combination of both, though…' I mused within my head as I continued on following the vampire lady.

A few minutes of walking later, and we finally arrived at the entrance of the camp, with a black-skinned demon waiting at the front of another group of Dungeon Masters wielding a bunch of weaponry.

It took me all I had to not rush towards the smiling demon and quickly kill him with everything I had.

'No, don't let your emotions control you… Last time that happened, it cost me potential Dungeon Residents…' I took a deep breath in and exhaled through my mouth. Oshurkova noticed my behavior, but ignored it in favor of the black-skinned demon right in front of us.

"Aha! There's my love!" The demon declared, his flamboyant demeanor already irritating me and reminding me of the outgoing demon who had betrayed me...

'Deep breaths… Think of Domino… Think of the primates…' I breathed in deep once more, before exhaling the air through my mouth,

"Yes, your love, not my love, so kindly fuck off and leave me alone." Oshurkova spat, to which the demon laughed merrily and strolled forward a few meters before bowing.

"Ah, ah, ah… Now that would be just rude of me to do so." The flamboyant demon bowed and gave the vampire a grin, causing her to fume with metaphorical steam coming out of her ears. "As the male trying to court you, it is my right to do all I can to woo you and receive your feelings."

"And it is my right to also ignore you and dump you in a garbage bin somewhere in the world where you can't reach me." Oshurkova didn't give a fuck about burning the flamboyant demon, who seemed to not have been affected by the verbal abuse the vampire was dishing out every few seconds or so. "And as I have requested earlier, please fuck off and leave me alone. You've been at this shit for more than five decades. Don't tell me you don't get bored trying to court a woman who clearly has no interest in you?"

"As a matter of fact, I don't get bored trying to court you." The demon twirled in place, waving his arm around like a magician as he beheld the eyes of every single Dungeon Master present to witness him. "For what is a challenge to a man who won't stop at reaching for what he desires?"

"A creep, a pervert, a stalker… I could list down many other labels, but I'd rather you leave here with your dignity intact." Oshurkova deadpanned, causing the Dungeon Masters in our group to howl in laughter. Even the mushroom dude, whose name I was pretty sure was Shrum, chuckled at the deadpanned response of their leader.

"Oh, how you wound me, my fair lady." The demon twirled in place once more, his arms making exaggerated gestures to showcase his 'Frustration' at the fact that the person he likes does not reciprocate his feelings.

'… Okay, when I thought of a threat, I didn't expect this…' My rage slowly simmered down into an icy tundra as I glared at the black-skinned demon.

"And who is this supposed to be? Your new member?" The demon asked, a malicious glint forming in his eyes.

"Yes, his name is Jionni. Xel'gon, Jionni. Jionni, Xel'gon." Oshurkova gave us a brief introduction, before glaring at the demon and opening her mouth once more. "Now please leave us the fuck alone, and be on your merry way to bother someone else."

"I shall not leave, for I haven't received your love yet!" The demon then approached us once more, before being stopped by Arekhus with a giant axe.

"Sawrry, mate, but as amusin' it is ta see this display, you'ah a threat ta us, 'n I'd rathah not av ta spill some blood right now." Arekhus voice was now several decibels lower, giving him a proper, terrifying visage, as a minotaur should.

"Now, don't be like that, Arek. We've been friends for the past decades. The least you could do is help a bro out." Xel'gon pouted, but Arekhus didn't budge, even going so far as to position his axe into a swinging position.

"Last wahrning, mate."

"Alright, alright. As much as I love the fair lady over there, I'd like to have my body still intact for when the day my love will awaken her love towards me comes."

"Never in a fucking eon." Oshurkova gave Xel'gon the middle finger as the demon Dungeon Master began to leave, along with his posse of armed Dungeon Masters. A few minutes later, the demon was nowhere to be seen, and the alarm was finally over.

That was, until an explosion racked the side of our camp.

"What the fuck was that!? Leia! Report!" Oshurkova screamed as she glared at the person who was currently in charge of keeping watch.

"We're being attacked by a different group! It's the Lewko group this time!" Oshurkova howled as she quickly donned her gear.

"Understood." I nodded and followed Arekhus, who was already on his way towards the action, huge battleax in hand.

And with that, the rest of us began to defend the under-siege camp.

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~ Third Person POV ~

Something's wrong… He could feel it… The balance was slowly crumbling, his sights set on the various beings feasting on divine goods.

His feet and hands, bound by ethereal chains as his body floated around the abyss, his eyes shifting every time a new change of scenery appeared in his vision.

Until his eyes went back to a certain Dungeon Master who was rushing towards his current enemies with the help of his newly found allies.

'Soon… I will be free, and all it takes, is a single piece to fall, before it all comes crashing down…'

The being thought, his imagination giving him free reign as to what to do to the other pathetic Gods who neglected the world below them, seeking materials and possessions only for their own entertainment.

The being couldn't be helped but to be enraged at the state of the Divines that currently resided in the Divine Realm. Yanking on its chains, he felt his arm move a little, only for the chains to put it back to where it was restrained.

"Ugh… The least they could do was allow me to scratch my back…" The being cursed, the itch in his back worsening by the minute. 'How the fuck am I even able to feel being itchy, when I don't even have a physical body…?

Yanking on the chain once more, he was finally able to extend the chain a bit longer and quickly scratched the itch on his back, before the chains realigned themselves, causing the being's hand to once again remain repositioned back to where it once belonged.

'… Please come here sooner… I don't think I can take much more of this humilitation…'

The being focused its gaze once more on the Dungeon Master, who was bashing his staff against another Dungeon Master, causing it to slump down on the ground unconscious, as well as kicking him out of the event.