I Reincarnated As A Minotaur In A Dungeon

The moment I regained consciousness, the sound of a m.o.a.ns a man and a woman's crying still sounded throughout the room as the horrible sensation of itching and pain ran through my body completely, causing some grunts to escape my lips.

How much time has passed? Minutes? Hours? It was impossible that a day has passed.

But what the f.u.c.k had happened to my story? Was it not for me to be the protagonist? So why was I thrown to the floor while bleeding, as if I were just a worthless side character? Why did I have to go through so much pain? What a f.u.c.k.i.n.g story that was!

"Shut up, damn monster! "Perhaps because of my fury, my grunts had grown louder and seemed to disrupt the adventurer in his amus.e.m.e.nt with the girl, making him leave the girl alone for a few seconds as he returned to pick up the spear who had left in a corner and re-transform myself into a sieve.

"Dammit, you're lucky the mechanism for the door to open is your death, or I'd have gotten rid of a nuisance like you" As the man complained, my eyes moved to face the girl who had been r.a.p.ed until then. Contrary to her cheerful and lively expression as she entered the room, her eyes now reminded me of dead fish, empty of any emotion and feelings.

She had broken.

Soon my conscience faded again as I watched the man floor again toward the fallen blonde on the floor and then, for a moment, the girl's dead eyes were colored with fear, pain and despair.

How many times have gone? How much time was it? I had stopped count a long time ago, I could not take it anymore. Every time I opened my eyes what was waiting for me were screams and groans and each time I was that forward back into darkness after being perforated time after time by that man's spear.

By the time I opened my eyes I could no longer have coherent thoughts, I could only groan and shake my body that could not move while cursing my destiny, cursed that man and roared like nothing more than a monster. And while the man was irritated and another round of torture began, I could only repeat the same thoughts several times:

I hate this spear!

I hate being weak!

I hate this man!

I hate the look the woman gave me!

I HATE ALL THAT!

"So leave it to me." As I lost myself in fury and anger, a calm, cool voice sounded in my mind as I felt someone watching me from somewhere and fbefore finding out where the voice came from, pain, and the despair again led me to unconsciousness and at the same time that my whole world was dark, I felt that I would never wake again this time.

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John had been happy in the last few months since he had come to Jade City, one of several kingdom towns of Divine Jewels that had a mid-level dungeon famous for its weaker monsters and high-level weapons that was possible to get with any luck

And although he had not made much profit in the first few months, luck had smiled on John as he cleared one of the floors of the dungeon and by sheer chance had discovered a secret room. In this room the monsters who defended the treasure were even weaker than those who were outside and the best thing was that every time he entered the room again a piece of the armor set was given as a reward from the c.h.e.s.t, making it the most profit organization that he had already seen.

After a few trips back and forth, John had finally discovered two of the secrets of the stone room, the fact was that as long as the monster was not killed the door that opened the room would not open again and the monster in the room would receive a frequent dungeon healing, making it virtually impossible to kill the monster for blood loss, burnout, or hunger. And that had lit a lamp in John's head as his darker side came to the surface.

It had since become a routine for the adventurer to bring young girls into the stone room with the excuse of helping them acquire equipment and level up, luring them all into a trap without them knowing they had entered the lion's den and were about to lose everything. And despite having to keep a long interval between each kidnapping so as not to arouse suspicion, John made a point of taking as much time as possible with his toys, taking advantage of every expression of despair, every look of fear, every cry of each one of them .

"Ah, she broke." Looking at the girl beneath him who had stopped crying and breathing, indifference painting his face completely as he pulled his *** from inside the girl as he rose again and not caring to cover his n.a.k.e.d body, catching the spear to finish with the monster

"Hey good bull news, you'll finally be able to die." A malicious smile covered the face of the adventurer as he prepared to get rid of the minotaur with a single spear movement. But as soon as he was about to attack, he realized that there was something wrong, the minotaur that once bothered him every time he woke up with groans of anger and pain was now strangely calm and instead of being afraid of the words he had heard, a small smile covered his face.

"Sh ..." Before John could even finish cursing, the minotaur who had once been lying on the floor like a rag doll stood up with a speed he had never shown before, got up and wielded his arms and his legs propelling forward, keeping his horns as hard and sharp as irons pointed at the man's belly.

Puchi.

Feeling his abdomen being pierced and looking at the minotaur in front of him, John could not believe that this was how he would die, for a monster so weak he could kill with a single blow if he had not been careless.

For the first time, John experienced the same darkness that the minotaur felt every time he fainted, but unlike the minotaur .... He would not wake up again.