The moment the doll girl pulled her hands back, the Hunter, who had his longsword raised, dropped it to the ground.
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John's expression twisted in pain and agony, but he didn't dare scream, having been warned not to. Instead, his terror grew.
"Heal," Kelvin said, casting one of his skills. The injuries on their bodies healed, and the pain they had been feeling eased. Though it made it appear the threads had merged with their bodies.
"Thank you," John breathed, his voice weak but grateful.
Kelvin nodded. This was the second time he had used his healing skill on two people at once, leaving him exhausted and too weary to speak.
He stared at the eerie scene as the Caretaker communicated silently with the doll girls.
"You girls should step back and let me handle this." Even though Abel's voice still sounded like a grunt, the doll girls understood him clearly.
"No! I refuse. We hardly ever get playmates because you're always playing with them. Besides, you don't even visit us. Why don't we join you this time?" the first doll girl, the one who had opened the door, said.
"Yes, I also want to play," the second doll girl, holding a large kitchen knife, added.
"No," Abel shook his head firmly.
He was certain because the doll girls would never refuse his commands unless under exceptional conditions.
From his memories of the dungeon's final boss, he understood it was best not to indulge the doll girls, to prevent the situation from escalating.
His emotions were swinging violently from taking a life, and he didn't want to witness the inhumane tortures that these doll girls could inflict.
"Heyeeeee…" the doll girls began to weep profusely.
They ran to each other and hugged tightly. Cracks ran across their skins, smoke rising, ash and blood slowly seeping from the fissures.
Abel appeared beside the two hunters and cut off the strings holding them, sending the hunters crashing to the ground.
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Just as John was about to grab his weapon and launch an attack, the air whistled as the clanking of chains rang out.
SWISSSHH!! PTUII!!
The Shadow Reaper's cutlass sliced through John's stomach and emerged from the other side.
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"The Dungeon's Final Boss.. We need to warn the outside world that something is wrong with this dungeon," John muttered, slumping to the ground, lifeless.
The cutlass swiftly pulled back, as though alive, before Abel threw it forward once more.
SWISSSHH!! PTUII!!
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Kelvin nodded, smiling wryly, as he looked at the hole in his chest.
"Heal," he cast his skill on himself. However, a low-level Healer like him couldn't mend such grievous injuries, especially with his depleted mana reserves.
His wounds glowed briefly with white light before dimming. He slumped forward and died.
"HAAAA!! You killed them!!" The doll girls screamed in unison.
They stared at Abel with bloodshot, grievous eyes, the mixtures of ash and blood seeping from their cracks intensifying.
Abel ignored them and dragged the bodies out of the room, and quickly shut the door behind him. From within, he could still hear their weeping.
'That was close,' Abel thought.
'I hope I'm not too late,' he added as he swiftly arrived at the door where the other group had entered and knocked.
This time, the door swung open on its own.
Abel stepped in.
The room was a bedroom with a small bed and several toys in the corner, resembling a child's room.
Abel swiftly spotted his victims seated at a table in the corner with a boy resembling a doll, similar to the doll girls he had just met. They appeared to be having a tea party together, but Abel knew it was nothing of the sort.
They turned to look at Abel the moment he stepped into the room.
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Jonathan and Cynthia froze. Their eyes widened in terror, as though they were about to pop out, as they stared at the Shadow Reaper, who had calmly walked into the light.
"Caretaker, you've decided to join us for tea?" the doll boy asked, turning to the humanoid figure covered in bandages and draped in a coat, excitement shining in his eyes.
Abel glanced at the contents of the teacup. It was filled with a red liquid, maggots, and several other disgusting things that made his stomach churn and caused him to turn his head away the moment he looked at it.
"I'm not here to join you for tea. I'm here to remove the intruders," Abel responded.
The doll boy's widened, then narrowed in frustration.
"Why?! Why don't you allow them to stay a few minutes longer? This isn't fair! You know how lonely it is waiting in this room all day long. Why can't I keep just one toy this time, someone who would accompany me and the others during our tea parties?" the doll boy said, his tone and expression filled with grievance.
He pointed toward the toys lying on the other side of the room near the bed. Suddenly, the toys began to twitch unnaturally as though rising to their feet.
Abel glanced at the toys, noting the puddles of blood beneath their feet before pulling his gaze away. He inhaled deeply, but remained silent. He calmly shook his head at the doll boy and walked toward the table.
The doll boy stepped down from his chair and blocked Abel's path.
"Don't come any closer! Don't take away my toys!" the doll boy shouted at him, his eyes turning bloodshot.
The toys on the other side of the room were also looking eerily at Abel.
Although Jonathan and Cynthia could only hear the Dungeon's Final Boss's guttural voice, they were able to understand the ongoing conversation through the doll boy's words.
"Please, I don't want to complete this dungeon anymore. Please take my life!" Cynthia screamed first, her voice filled with pain and agony as streams of tears poured down her face.