Number One Dungeon Supplier



"I would not deny that but I rather die a warrior's death than live a miserable life seeing adventurers die and die and die again." 

"Not this one." Old Flammet said as he pointed at Jin. 

"No, not this one yet," Gerrad said as he took out a sword and pointed at Old Flammet. "If you are attacking him, you have to go through me." 

"You are one mysterious person. Jin. All those powers that I had seen you use, its extremely abnormal to the point that the Dungeon King wished to skip the next fight and talk to you instead." 

"Aren't I talking to him, right now?" Jin asked and it was as if Gerrad had been hit a nerve.

"What?" Old Flammet raised his battle hammer instinctively as if to protect himself.

"The boss is right here all this while, watching me fight. I doubt that he is Gerrad or whoever your friend was." 

"How did you conclude that? What makes you think that I am the one?" 

"My Guts is telling me that. So, we can have a normal chat right here, tell my friend what really happened to his best pal, and talk this out like how I did it with Necromechanoid, or let us move forward and we fight your last mini boss before meeting you officially. I will take this as a sneak peek on what to expect for the later part of the day." 

"Jin, you are hilarious. I never expect the almighty to send a person this funny to me at this point in time." 

"I take that as a compliment? Usually, people say that my jokes are lame." Jin shrugged and 'Gerrad' laughed once more before changing his face and body to fit the Three Winged Angel motif. But unlike the statute of a human with three wings at his back, all the Winged Angel had was merely a head with the masked face once more and three wings rotating around it like a never ending fidget spinner.

"Flammet. Your friend is still alive in the next and final stage. He had slept enough that if I can give him back to you, Gerrad would seriously have to call you Old Flammet as well." The Three Winged Angel said.

"Are you suggesting that we fight her?" Old Flammet asked and the boss of the dungeon nodded his head. "Defeat her and talk to me. Do not worry, I won't request a fight unless I demand for it. This world had already seen enough bloodshed and I had taken enough from this world." And without another word, he had disappeared, teleporting Old Flammet and Jin into the last arena which it was nothing but a dead sandy wasteland. 

There lies a house a beautifully maintained house with a lady at the front of it, sipping tea and listening to some old music which the both of them could not recognise. "Shit, the vibes from her seem pure evil. Like I thought Necromechanoid would have an evil vibe judging from his appearance but no, I can feel the kindness and sadness from him. This person, she is the manifest of darkness." Jin commented.

"What are you going to do about that then?" The lady said as she put her teacup down.

"To be honest, nothing. All I can do is defend myself until I see your pattern. Because there is no way you are staying in that human form and lying defeated once we beat the shit out of you." Jin said as he borrowed Genbu's powers once more and activated the System Rider. There were no possession as of now and Jin's Astral Panda Form manifested on the System Rider. 

"I am fine with that but would the person behind you be okay? I mean do I have his friend as hostage." The lady said as she rang a bell and a butler came out asking what other services does her lady needed.

"It seems like I am being disturbed by two guests and they think that they can kill me." 

"I WILL HANDLE YOU. GERRAD." Old Flammet shouted so loud, it felt like thunder.

"Gramps my ears!" Jin said as he covered them even though he had forgotten he had a helmet on. 

"My Lady, it seems like that old fellow requested a personal duel with me. I will try to deal with him as soon as possible but the other suit up gentlemen would not be kind enough to wait." 

"It's fine. I handle that boy in metal. Then perhaps, you can reward me with a plate of human chop?"

"Good materials are hard to come by, I will take note of that request," Gerrad said as he bowed and walked away.

"Gramps, you sure you will be fine?" Jin asked and Old Flammet smirked.

"You have that suit of yours, and you think I did not bring mine?" Old Flammet said as a portal emerged from behind him with a series of Mechanoid Porters appearing and dropping four containers behind Old Flammet.

"Seriously?" Jin spoke to himself as the Mechanoid Porter opened the first container and the item popped out, equipping Old Flammet. It was like an enhanced Mechanoid Armour but this time around, Old Flammet was able to use it. 

"Old man, size does not matter. No matter how big you get, you will not be able to defeat me."  Gerrad said. 

"I know old friend. But all I have to do is to buy enough time for that kiddo there to finish her." 

"That would not happen," Gerrad said as he picked unsheathed his sword.

"Then how about we make a pact? You are not able to interrupt their fight unless you finish me." 

"Don't you dare make a death wish, Gramps. You still owe me lots." Jin said as he already started to exude Maqi into the big ass mechanical armour that Old Flammet was being equipped with. It's either the boss lady did not see it or did not care. 

To her, everything they do is futile.