Trigger warning: Depiction of mentally ill person and harming innocent small animals. Please don't read this if you're actually young.
I walked inside a waterfall and passed inside to the cave.
"You have entered the Boss room of floor 45, Mirror Dance."
A dancing mannequin greeted me, its footsteps making a rhythm on the wet cave floor. The mannequin halted and began spasming. It fell on the floor.
When a headache gets worse, thinking and perceiving gets hard. Walking, traversing, and doing anything gets tasking. And when it gets even worse, you begin spasming and twitching on the ground.
"You have killed the 45th floor boss, Mirror Dance."
The boss slowly rose from the ground and truly became something nonliving. As a white door leading to the next floor appeared the other 3 bosses from the previous floors came and the 4 stood together in line. The undead outside the waterfall started a fire.
I closed my eyes. Humans take seeing granted for too much. Processing the light, recognising every object and all those things take a lot of brain power. It should be one of the world's seven wonders.
But it was gratifying to have Jiji gone. Everything was great. I took care of my headache with counter blessings. Although not perfect and I remained with a constant migraine I felt calm.
I glanced at the white door.
And hesitated which meant the boss had a mental ability.
However, I had to go in either way. Or the floor won't initiate. The good thing about it being a mental ability user was that, the corpses could take care of it without a problem unlike the mannequin.
I walked to the white door and stood still. Then blinked and reappeared in my spot in the waterfall cave again. The bosses walked inside and disappeared. I laid down, turned into a flower and stopped thinking.
"You...defeated the 46th boss."
Several corpses from the firing squad came inside the waterfall and carried me. It was a pitch white nothingness and the next floor was safe to leave them to the corpses as well. I fell back asleep and dreamed.
Inside a pitch black dream the snow white rabbit was contorted and blood trickled from its eyes and ears. Some kind of insivibe force contorted its body further and made it walk forward like a human. Suddenly I woke up.
We were inside a library. I glanced at the endlessly stretching shelves.
My head was hurting again. I did a quick blessing.
What was the ability of the previous boss? I forgot to use necromancy on the corpse.
There was a ringing noise from somewhere.
....as long as I have its corpse, it'll still be able to show me what its got.
I looked up at the endless books.
It looked like hell.
I'll sleep.
And when I wake up I'll be at the 99th floor already. I'll have my memories back. Then I'll get rid of my memory from these days. Everything will become okay.
It's easy, smooth. I don't like it. But I'm getting stronger, I'm getting overpowered. When I get out I could probably destroy countries at will. Nobody would cross me. I can heal everyone suffering from the same pain as me, get rid of world hunger.
Why the fuck am I sitting still? Why am I fantasizing when I could be moving instead of dreaming?
Could being a plant have an effect like this?
I grew back to human form and took a book, "Aerodynamics."
It burnt. The pages were eaten away and turned to dust. Another book burnt then another. Falling on the crisp clean marble floor were ashes. The hotness of the flames danced excitedly.
I was just bored a bit after all that boringness. It appears burning helps. Maybe that's why I've had a fondness for using fire. However, liking is a constriction and blinds people.
A chirping noise came. I looked up at a shelf above as another book turned into ashes. A small owl was sitting between two books.
It innocently looked at me and chirped.
I ignored it and walked up to the white door and checked absent mindedly.
"Safe?"
"Yes."
My mumbling spread and disappeared into the endless library.
I looked at the corpse of a human with an owl head on the ground. It must be the boss. It raised to stand slowly. It's body contorting as it walked up to me like it was a human.
The smell of smoke spread. The burning squad had caught up. I glanced back at where the small bird had been. What for? Maybe to see it burn.
It chirped and looked at the us curiously. It flew and sat on the owl boss's head.
Moments passed. I looked at it on the owl's head.
My voice asked why I was still here. Seconds were passing. If you didn't always bother yourself with something that doesn't matter, you would've already been at the next floor.
The bird woke up and chirped.
Somehow I kept hesitating. Someday, I'll have to kill it. But it felt sad that I had to kill it even if I didn't want to.
But that was such a hypocrisy. How would you feel if your killer cried and wanted you to pity them for taking your life when in fact they had the choice to not do so? I'm going to kill it.
Maybe the Yun with all her memories would've thought differently. I should've loved it. Held it and cried since I was actually killing these things. But I did feel sad. Just for 5 seconds. But I knew I was never going to stop myself from finishing the dungeon for a bird's sake. My family was more important.
Dead or not.
And I wanted to get out of here.
The bird burst. Its feathers fluttered around like scattered paper.
It felt exhilarating for a moment. But that was a good thing. Finally I was learning to not feel useless emotions and be serious for the things I need to do.
"You have entered the 51st floor boss room Dispersion of Awareness first form."