The Triple Catastrophe
The Gate Opens
The air went still.
Too still.
No wind. No sound. No breath.
Then—
CREAAAAK
The massive gate of Level 100 slowly opened, its ancient hinges groaning like something waking after centuries.
Darkness spilled out first.
Not normal darkness—
Heavy darkness.
The kind that presses against your chest.
Then—
Three silhouettes emerged.
Each step echoing across the battlefield.
Each presence heavier than the last.
Rio whispered, voice shaking,
"…Why are there three…?"
No one answered.
Because everyone already knew—
This wasn't normal.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
The Three Bosses
The first stepped forward—
A skeletal figure in tattered robes, floating slightly above the ground.
A crown of bone.
Eyes burning with cold blue flame.
The Lich.
The second—
A massive Goblin, taller than any they had seen before. Armor forged from bones and metal, eyes glowing red with savage intelligence.
The Goblin Lord.
The third—
A towering brute, muscles like stone, skin cracked like hardened earth, wielding a massive war hammer that dragged sparks across the ground.
The Ogre Warlord.
Silence.
Then—
ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAR!
The Goblin Lord and Ogre Warlord unleashed a deafening taunt.
The ground trembled.
Mana surged.
And then—
Like a flood—
They came.
Hundreds.
No—
Thousands.
Goblins.
Ogres.
Pouring out of the gate like an endless tide.
The Curse Spell
The Lich slowly raised its hand.
Chanting.
Ancient.
Twisted.
Unnatural.
"Mors… Vex… Dolor…"
Its staff glowed.
A dark pulse spread across the battlefield—
And hit.
Everyone froze.
Then—
Pain.
Sudden.
Sharp.
Overwhelming.
"—AHHH!" Denise screamed, collapsing.
Bruno dropped to one knee.
Fenris growled, clutching his chest.
"…What is this…?!"
Lerith tried to heal—
But the spell fed on injuries.
The more wounded you were—
The worse it became.
Azlea staggered.
"…My mana… it's unstable…"
Anugus clenched his fists, breathing heavily.
"…Damn it…"
Rio panicked.
"WHY DOES EVERYTHING HURT?!"
Only two stood unaffected.
Dazai.
Kaizer.
They looked around.
At their people.
Their friends.
Their family.
In pain.
Struggling.
Breaking.
Silence.
Then—
They looked at each other.
No words.
No hesitation.
The Stand
Dazai stepped forward.
"…We'll handle this."
Kaizer smirked, rolling his shoulders.
"Yeah. Just chill back there."
Arthur snapped,
"Don't be stupid! This isn't something you can—"
Dazai didn't turn back.
"…Trust me."
Kaizer added,
"Or don't. We're still going."
Azlea clenched her fists.
"…Idiots…"
But she didn't stop them.
Because she knew—
They wouldn't stop anyway.
Into the Storm
Dazai drew his twin kopesh swords.
Steel shimmered with hues of blue and violet.
The enchantments faintly glowing.
Kaizer flipped his daggers in his hands, electricity crackling along the blades.
"…Let's go."
The wave crashed toward them.
And they charged into it.
Slaughter Begins
Dazai moved first.
Fast.
Precise.
His blades danced—
Slash—cut—twist—strike
Goblins fell like leaves in a storm.
Every movement clean.
Every strike efficient.
Kaizer followed—
Wild.
Unpredictable.
Electric sparks bursting from his body.
"HAHA! COME ON!"
He vanished—
Flash Step
Reappeared behind a goblin—
CRACK
Electrified punch.
Then another.
And another.
Bodies dropped.
Smoke rising.
Behind them—
The group watched in stunned silence.
"…They're… holding them back…" Rio whispered.
The Ogre Warlord Strikes
Then—
A shadow loomed.
The Ogre Warlord.
Massive.
Silent.
Deadly.
It swung.
Kaizer barely saw it—
BOOM
The punch connected mid-air.
He flew.
Crashing into the wall with a sickening impact.
"—KAIZER!"
Dazai's eyes sharpened.
In an instant—
He moved.
Leaping—
Spinning—
Driving both kopesh blades deep into the warlord's neck.
"Binding Strike!"
The enchantment triggered.
The warlord froze—
Just for a second.
But that second mattered.
"ROOOAAAGH!"
It roared, grabbing Dazai and trying to rip him off.
Dazai twisted—
Avoided—
Slashed again—
Blood spraying across the stone.
Kaizer Returns
From the rubble—
Kaizer groaned.
"…That… hurt…"
He stood.
Cracked his neck.
Electricity surged stronger this time.
"…Okay. My turn."
His eyes locked onto the Goblin Lord.
"…You look fun."
Duel of Speed and Power
Kaizer dashed forward—
Fog began spreading across the battlefield.
Low.
Dense.
Unpredictable.
"Catch me if you can."
The Goblin Lord snarled—
Swinging wildly.
Kaizer vanished.
Reappeared—
Strike—shock—disappear
Again.
Again.
Again.
The Goblin Lord roared in frustration.
The Lich's Army
Meanwhile—
The Lich raised its staff again.
"…Rise."
The ground trembled.
Bones.
Corpses.
Shadows.
They began to move again.
More enemies.
Endless.
Denise shouted weakly,
"…We can't keep up…!"
Anugus gritted his teeth.
"…We don't have a choice."
He forced himself forward—
Despite the pain.
Electricity flared.
Azlea followed.
Water swirling around her arms.
"…We support them."
Rio clutched the eggs tighter.
"…Don't die… please don't die…"
One Hour of War
Time blurred.
Minutes felt like hours.
Hours felt like seconds.
Dazai fought like a storm—
Never stopping.
Never slowing.
His body bruised.
Cut.
Bleeding.
But his eyes—
Steady.
Focused.
Kaizer laughed through exhaustion—
Still moving.
Still striking.
"…Is that all you got?!"
But the truth was clear—
They were tiring.
Everyone was.
And the enemy—
Was not.
The Breaking Point
Arthur leaned on his sword.
"…We're losing…"
Anugus wiped blood from his mouth.
"…Not yet."
Azlea whispered,
"…Dazai…"
Her voice barely reached him.
But he heard it.
And for a moment—
He stopped.
Looked back.
At all of them.
Struggling.
Fighting.
Surviving.
Then—
Something inside him shifted.
Deep.
Dark.
Hungry.
The curse.
It stirred.
Kaizer noticed.
"…Dazai…?"
Dazai's grip tightened.
"…Not yet."
The curse calmed.
Barely.
The Endless War
The battlefield roared again.
The Ogre Warlord charged.
The Goblin Lord screamed.
The Lich laughed.
The army surged.
And in the center of it all—
Two boys stood.
Against everything.
Against impossible odds.
Against exhaustion.
Against fear.
Dazai raised his blades.
Kaizer cracked his knuckles.
"…Round two?" Kaizer grinned weakly.
Dazai smirked.
"…Round doesn't matter."
"…We're not stopping."
They stepped forward.
Together.
Into the storm.
The battle continues.
The curse waits.
And the line between survival and collapse—
Is about to break.