Twisting the large Guillotine Blade with ease, blue blood gushed out from the stomach of the Overlord, cascading its lower half with it.

"Grrrrowl!"

A loud bellow came from it, and a red hue aura got released from its body.

"So you're angry now?" taunted Dexter.

Planting his foot on its stomach, he kicked the Overlord to pull out the Guillotine Blade that was stuck in its body.

Blue blood sprayed everywhere, making Dexter look like a blue demon.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! ahhhh... I love this..."

The Overlord got up and stared at Dexter with its burning eyes full of rage.

And with its remaining strength, it pushed itself up and rushed towards Dexter, slashing its Kukri — so fast, yet random.

Dexter easily dodged the slashes: sidestepping, tilting his head, a slight stepback — nothing could hit him.

"You see... your movements are so readable... I don't know how my Numbers got easily defeated by something like you... you're nothing but something that has a large body yet nimble..."

With Dexter's last dodge, he slashed the neck of the Overlord — that attack could decapitate someone, but a glitchy block healed the supposedly cut neck.

"So you still got high HP left, huh?" Dexter smirked, so evil that even the Overlord flinched from it.

***

Dusk settled over Bearswood Forest. Beside the dungeon entrance, Kaene and his companions relaxed.

"Nothing beats waiting for the blessing out here..." one sighed contentedly.

"That fool Mojo never expected you'd betray his plans..." another chuckled.

Kaene smirked, idly picking his teeth with a used skewer.

"The idiot betrayed me first... Now he's reaping what he sowed."

Laughter erupted around the campfire. They were so relaxed, they never noticed the eyes watching from the trees.

Though he laughed with them, Kaene's gaze drifted into the dungeon's oppressive darkness. For an instant, his eyes held a profound loneliness the firelight couldn't reach.

'I'm sorry, Mojo... I don't know what to do anymore... even now.' Kaene forced a bitter smile, then lost himself in the raucous laughter of his friends.

***

As the Numbers watched Dexter's smooth maneuver — playing with the life of the Overlord — awe struck them; so inspired, they made him their Idol.

Though this was only limited to the Male Numbers because of Stella's possessiveness.

After killing the Overlord by beheading it, Stella immediately rushed towards Dexter and hugged him.

"You're making me nervous every time you fight with your life on the line..." she said tearily.

"Hey... I'm okay... there's nothing to worry about..."

As Dexter scanned the Numbers, he noticed that the female members were facing the walls.

"Uhh... why the hell are you facing the wall? I told you to watch, right?"

"Ohh... they got afraid of the blood splashing... you made it so gruesome that they instinctively face the wall..." Stella lied through her teeth.

"How could they fight properly if they're afraid of blood?!"

Clicking his tongue, Dexter pointed at Kur.

"Go collect the loot... we'll leave immediately for the next dungeon."

***

After leaving the dungeon, Dexter heaved a sigh of relief when he noticed that all their mounts were still there.

"Unbelievable... no one saw these mounts so many... last time I was here alone my mount got stolen just a few minutes after entering the dungeon."

After telling them to mount, they proceeded to the next zone and found another dungeon. This time, Dexter picked a group dungeon, much harder than a solo dungeon.

Though group dungeon had fewer mobs, their strength was almost comparable to the boss of the solo dungeon.

"Same routine... kill your way inside until the boss, and fucking stick to your role, no freaking hybrid build."

The Numbers agreed. This time, Dexter was the one who picked the right gear for them; it all depended upon the playstyle they did during the boss fight in solo dungeon.

"Number Two... let the enemy clump together before casting AOE spells, though your mana is not infinite... let either Number Three or Four be your batteries... Number Seven, focus on healing the Tank, let others die, just FOCUS on the Tank, don't think of fighting... that's the role you pick, then stick to it."

Dexter then looked at Number One, smiled and nodded, before looking towards the Tanks and Fighters.

"There are two different kinds of Tanks, someone who crowd controls and someone who endures the pain... pick."

Mac looked at Ena before stepping forward.

"I'll be the one to Endure..."

Dexter then gave him a mace, a shield, and plate armor.

"Then go taunt, trust your healer... and if you die, blame him."

He then looked at Number Five, smirking.

"The truth is... in a party doing group dungeon, one tank and healer are enough, rest should be damage, we don't even accept melee unless they are using daggers, and it's just a freaking weapon swap... I don't really know why no one picks crossbows or bows..."

Scratching his head once again, Dexter gave another Tank set for Number Five.

"Well, I'm saying it just for fun... so don't mind it, I didn't train you to become dungeon crawlers, but something more of a ganker... Number One doesn't need teaching, she already moves like one, the problem is she was the one giving the commands, instead of the tanks."

He then tapped Number Five's shoulders.

"What's your name?" Dexter asked.

"I-I am E-Ena... Master..." Ena said, while stealthily glancing at Stella.

"You stay with me, and watch from the sidelines while they're fighting... every comment I make, take note of it. I'll make you the shotcaller, you better be smart or I'll feed you to the wolves."

"Ye-yes Master!"

"Number Eight... to Twelve... for now, use crossbows... it's much easier to aim than bows, swords are not good for dungeon crawling... though they were good for killing people... don't worry... after your coordination improves, we will go hunting, and I'll teach you the proper way to use swords."

Upon entering the dungeon, Dexter noticed a complicated "Pull" because of one roaming mob.

"Ohh Fuck..."

Stella stared at Dexter angrily before kissing his lips affectionately, making all the Numbers look away.

"Didn't I tell you to not curse if I'm with you?"

"Sorry... it's just that... sigh, I need your help with this one."