[Location: Dungeon—Vampire King's Castle]
But no matter what, the tide seemed endless, like a bottomless pit vomiting horrors without pause.
According to Astra, the estimate is over twenty thousand.
And rising.
But the thing that bothers me the most is—
'They are not even offering EXP or Souls!'
I hissed under my breath.
Of course they weren't. Because why would this cursed dungeon give me anything for once? No, instead it had to throw twenty thousand EXP-less, soulless, drooling undead liabilities at me like I was being punished for something.
"Tch—annoying."
"Bob!"
But I, being the thick-skinned dumbass that I apparently was becoming under constant stress, pointed at the [Shadow Infantryman], the vibrator incarnate.
So yeah, I chose to name him Bob on the spot.
"Yes. You little gremlin. Bob."
Bob froze.
Absolutely froze.
