Reject Humanity, Return to Monke

"Well shit… Of course, they would win…" Catalina muttered out with a shrug of her shoulders. Beside her, I saw Typhial, the last person I would say that would agree with the catwoman, nodding her head in agreement.

"And they are?" I asked with a tilt of my head. Oshurova, who was looking at me with a smile, decided to grace upon me the information I so desperately sought.

"Dungeon Masters from the Demon King faction." I looked at her with surprised eyes when she said they were from the Demon King\'s faction. What bothered me the most was not them being apart, but another thing entirely.

"There\'s a Demon King faction here?" She nodded back, and I stared at the ceiling once more, this time, although this time, it was farther. "Why are cliches still a thing in this world…?"

My mutterings went unheard, other than Catalina, who was beside me and had a very strong sense of hearing. To my surprise, she laughed slightly and playfully punched my arm.

"You\'re not the only one who asked that before." She laughed even more while I mentally saluted my fellow kin who realized there was a very cliché group just sitting in one corner of the world here. "Although the Demon King faction isn\'t what you would expect from your initial world, if what I\'m assuming is right."

"And that is?" I stopped staring at the ceiling and instead, focused my gaze at the catwoman who was giving me another grin, her cat tail swishing to and fro, while her cat ears were visibly twitching cutely.

"That the Demon King\'s faction is in fact, not hellbent on conquering the entire world." I deadpanned at her with the flattest face I could muster, before she laughed once more, this time because she was right on the money. "Oh my god… Your face…!"

I ignored her heaving up in laughter to prioritize examining the Dungeon Masters who won this event. One of them was a scaly dragonewt. His scales were an azure blue, refracting the light shining upon his majestic vessel. He wore something between a mix of tribal wear and knight wear. Basically, think of a knight with a tribal style of armor.

Yeah, didn\'t think it would come to mind easily, but he pulls it off well.

The next was another dragonewt, but instead of azure scaled, this guy had crimson-pink scales. What\'s more, she\'s a female, who turns out to be very flat…

And by flat, I mean trap-like flat. I couldn\'t decide whether the dragonewt was a male or female, but judging from her wear, which exposed a bunch of her skin, as well as a missing bulge in a certain part of her area, it was easier to judge her as a female.

It would be a very terrifying thought if that female dragonewt turned out to be a trap with a dong so tiny, it wouldn\'t even make a bulge in their pants… Yeah, feels bad man…

She also sported the same tribal/knight mix of armor, but as said earlier, exposed most of her skin. So, to summarize, it\'s basically bikini armor.

Next was a bear-sized furry giant, with tribal markings, giant antlers, and silvery-white fur. His forearms were armored with silver-plated gauntlets that only reached up to his wrists. His hands were set free, the deadly claws visible to any who would dare look upon the terrifying, but awe-inspiring creature.

Other than that, there were no other notable objects he was wearing on his person, so he was technically nude, if not for the fur. His face was stuck in an ever-present scowl, his breath cool as an icy, winter morning as foggy breath escaped his maw.

As an added bonus, an aura of bone-chilling frost radiated around his body, causing the temperature around him to lower, even reaching into the negatives.

A Dungeon Master I wouldn\'t want to fuck with.

The next one was another female, but instead of creatures you would expect from a Demon King\'s army, she was a fully-fledged human. Visually speaking, that is.

Truth be told, if someone told me she was just some kind of normal villager living in some backwater area, I would believe them 100%. I mean, just look at her.

A plain leather tunic, leather pants, and leather boots. Her apparel was visually normal in every sense of the matter. Hell, even her face looked average, unlike the various Dungeon Masters that were currently attending this ceremony.

Just look at Oshurkova, Typhial, and even Catalina! Their looks are clearly better than the average human-looking girl.

Though, I would have to admit, since she was up on that stage, looking bored as all hell, not even registering the crowd of Dungeon Masters right below her, I would not want to fuck with her.

The last one was a… very strange, but dreadful Dungeon Master, and they weren\'t like anything I have seen before. They were so horrifying to the eyes, my brain completely rejects comprehending the physical manifestation of Cthulhu itself brought to a mortal vessel.

\'Yep, no way in hell or heaven am I trying to fight that complete monstrosity.\' I thought blankly as I pried my eyes away to prevent the ever-growing headache and nausea the act of looking upon the creature brought to me.

"Now, as these five are the champions for these Decennial Dungeon Games, I would like to award them with the greatest award I could bestow upon them." Chythos then turned to the five, who then all bowed before the God of Monsters, Chythos looking at the five like mere children, even the fake manifestation of Cthulhu. "It is with great pleasure, that I award these five a wish of any kind, with limits, that is. God or not, there are some things you wouldn\'t want to mess with in both the Mortal Realm, and the Divine Realm."

\'A wish that\'s limited, but a wish nonetheless… Wow, that is one great reward…\' I mused in my head, my mind scrambling for every wish I could possibly think of if I ever got one.

"You may present your wishes once you are all back in your Dungeons. I value your privacy, so speaking about it in this public area would leave a bad place in my mouth. Now, stand." Chythos said it with a demanding tone, which the five Dungeon Masters heeded. Once the five were standing up, Chythos clapped his hands and a golden aura surrounded their very being, before they vanished from sight. "May your enemies sing praises with their blood as tribute to your victories."

Cythos then looked at us, the remaining Dungeon Masters within the hall, with a gaze that was undecipherable. His gaze lingered on me for a brief few seconds, the pressure of his gaze nearly bringing me to a knee, before he averted it and raised his arms up.

"Thus ends this decade\'s Dungeon Games. The next decade\'s Dungeon Games will start on the same day, with invitations being handed out beforehand. Now, if that\'s everything, I bid you farewell. May your enemies sing praises with their blood as tribute to your victories."

Once his speech was over, I felt my body once again break, deconstructing and reconstructing. The pain of my mortal body being transferred from the Divine Realm to the Mortal Realm assaulted my nerves. It happened for a few seconds, before I was once again deposited into my Dungeon Core room, where Domino was waiting for me while sleeping in her hammock.

"Welcome back… Papa…" Domino dropped down from the hammock and trotted towards me, before glomping my trunk of an arm with gusto. I looked down, and smiled, brighter than before, might I add, which caused Domino to look at me with a confused gaze, before she accepted it with an eager hug. "Papa… Changed…?"

"Heh.. You could say that." I brought her up in my arms, before enveloping her in a bone-crushing hug. "I\'m home."

And this time, I really felt that this Dungeon, was the home I was looking for.

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~ Third Person POV ~

"So, this is the place…? Gotta admit, expected more than just a dingy cave." A robed figure said to nobody in particular as he scanned the area around the mouth of the cave. It was barren, with some marks indicating there was a camp here not too long ago, as well as some signs of struggle, if a tiny patch of dried blood on the ground was any indication. "Bah, idiotic fanatics. They drafted fanatical peasants, then sent them into a Dungeon whose rating was still unknown, hoping for victory… Where\'s the logic in this place?"

The man sighed to himself as he moved to the clearing just in front of the mouth of the cave. Looking in deeper, he could see some signs of activity, so he knew this was the place.

"Alright, they say that the Dungeon Master is intelligent. Let\'s see if he truly is intelligent as they say." He approached the entrance, and then knocked on the wall, before waiting for any kind of reaction. \'Heh, the Dungeon Master is probably confused if he\'s watching me right now.\'

The robed figure couldn\'t help but snicker to himself as he waited for any sort of movement. He didn\'t wait that long until he saw something flicker in his vision coming from inside the cave. Once he saw what it was that was approaching him, he saw one thing he was sure never existed in this world.

"A gorilla…?"