The two remaining heads let out a soul-rattling howl that shook the air itself.
Chains that had once restricted its movements shattered like brittle glass.
[Tower Alert: “Floor Guardian Cerberus has entered Berserk State”]
Kyle’s eyes widened.
“…Are you serious?”
Low-level gods collectively gasped.
“Wait, did we allow Berserk Mode on Floor 1?”
“That was… not in the patch notes.”
A minor Tower Admin spilled his drink.
“WE’RE GETTING SUED! That’s an actual Classless down there!”
Another God: “Who cares about the mortal? Look at the data. Cerberus’s suppression chains weren’t supposed to break at this level. Who messed with the configuration?!”
Silence.
Then one admin whispered, “This is Hell difficulty. Nothing here follows the rules.”
Flames burst from Cerberus’s mouths, engulfing the entire chamber in smoke and heat. The beast was no longer bound. It was pure, untamed rage.
Kyle’s breathing became ragged. He couldn’t feel his left arm properly, and his ribs felt cracked. His previous confidence was gone, replaced by cold, animal survival instinct.
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He gripped the A-rank sword tightly.
“…No more Safe Zone. No more resets.”
He grit his teeth and lunged forward.
Every move now had to be perfect. One misstep, one moment of hesitation—and it was over.
Kyle rolled beneath a flaming bite, only to be grazed by a paw swipe that sent him flying across the arena.
He coughed blood, slamming into the stone wall.
Pain surged through every nerve.
Still, he stood.
Staggered.
But stood.
The gods watching were dead silent now.
One muttered, “...Why isn’t he running?”
Another replied, “Because he can’t. There’s no way out. No healing. No backup. And no class.”
“Kyle, remember what we taught you!”
His instructor’s voice echoed in his mind.
“If you have no advantage, create one. Use your weakness as a tool. Your brain is your greatest weapon.”
Kyle remembered. Back in the academy, while others sparred with flashy skills and spells, he was in the library, pouring over hundreds of monster manuals and dungeon strategies.
And among them was a passage…
“Cerberus’s fury accelerates its power, but also throws its senses into disarray.”
“The second head controls coordination. If severed, Cerberus enters a frenzy but becomes blind to feints.”
Kyle’s bloodied lips curved into a smile.
“…So I just need to chop another one off.”
Kyle raised his sword, heart pounding like a war drum. He darted left, feinted high, then ducked under a flaming bite.
He sprinted along the beast’s flank, ducking into the blind spot.
The second head turned too late.
Now!
He jumped off a broken chain pillar, spun mid-air, and drove the blade deep into the second neck.
Blood sprayed—molten and thick like magma.
[THUD]
Another head dropped.
Cerberus reeled, stumbling, flames licking wild in every direction.
It was blind with rage.
Disoriented.
And for the first time… vulnerable.
But Kyle didn’t have strength left.
His legs gave out.
His sword cracked from the impact.
Vision blurry, he collapsed to one knee.
Still, he kept his eyes forward.
“…One left.”
A dark throne room. Void swirling around.
A figure with many eyes and countless shadows leaned forward slightly.
“He adapts… faster than expected.”
Silence.
Then a deep voice echoed in the darkness:
“Let’s see how long he can last.”