Bearswood Forest, Inside the Dungeon.

Mojomojo sat quietly, hiding between the cracks of the wall, where light couldn't reach.

He was holding his stomach, his face pale and sweaty.

'Fuck... I really have to take a shit...'

It was understandable. Being stuck for too long in a dungeon full of skeletons, without having the chance to go to a safe place to take care of personal necessities, made him realize how important it was to go to the city at least once a day.

Grrrrrrrl...

'Oh damn it! I can't hold it anymore!'

Blades clang, and sparks fly, as Kaene and Friends continued to battle the skeleton hordes while also searching for traces of Mojomojo.

"It's getting easy now... I think Mojo is resting, we need to be fast!" said one of the claw users.

"The problem is, getting out of here after taking Mojo's coins..."

"It's okay... Blackreach Throne Faction will surely retrieve us here... they can't afford to lose more Players, they're not ready to be sandwiched by all kingdoms."

As the torchlight on the wall dimmed, one of the claw users took a torch in his offhand, giving additional lighting in the dark gloomy room.

They ventured deeper, trying to avoid any possible contact with the skeleton mobs randomly roaming the area.

Checking their surroundings, one of the gankers noticed a crack, big enough for a person to fit.

"Look at that, maybe something's in there..."

"You really thinking of finding some hidden chest here? That hidden chest is Mojo! with his coins!"

"Well... I think he could fit there, maybe he was sleeping inside... there's nothing wrong with checking it."

The ganker put the torch in the crack to illuminate inside, before putting his head to check for any signs.

"FUCK! SMELLS LIKE A DEAD RAT IN HERE!"

Holding his breath, he tried to cover his nose with his other arm, then proceeded inside.

Looking deeper, he saw a boot not fully covered by a blanket. Squinting his eyes, he smiled.

"He's inside... let's go!" The ganker whispered.

"You go... I'll wait here..." said Kaene, though he was one of the Gankers. Mojomojo was once a friend; seeing him die because of his greediness would haunt his conscience for the rest of his life.

Suppressing their wicked laughter, the gankers went inside one by one, though they still curse every time they breathe. Greed gave them the power to continue sneaking.

Until...

"Weakening..." Mojomojo whispered, hiding from the other side, watching the gankers enter his so-called toilet.

Though unsure, he cast his spell on the roof and foundation, making the crack lose its strength to hold its ceiling, blocking the exit of those who entered his deadly toilet full of shit.

'I didn't expect that the boot I'd accidentally gotten my shit on would be the trap for this fool... Though I tried to cover it with a blanket, their noses are too strong to smell my shit from far away... nice dogs.'

Kaene looked back. It was too sudden when the ceiling collapsed. As panic sent shivers down his spine, he readied his claws and looked for any sign of enemies.

"How the hell did they get trapped inside... fuck these noobs... crawl out you fucking idiots!" Kaene shouted, hoping for his friends to get out of the trap.

He pressed his ear against the blocked crack and heard the screams of his party. Though it was suppressed by the wall, he could still hear it clearly: their cursing, either from being trapped or by the smell of the shit when they removed the cover of the boot.

"Damn it... Mojo was not inside to begin with... then... it's a trap..."

Kaene scanned the area, only to see Mojo slowly walking out of the shadow he had been hiding in.

"Long time no see, friend..." Mojo smiled.

Kaene stared at him. He bit his lip to suppress his laughter.

"I didn't know you were a fucking exhibitionist, Mojo..." pointing at Mojo's loincloth, which served as his default lower pants.

Mojo pointed his Curse Staff at Kaene, weaving purple mana into a rune.

"You even signing in the air now?!"

Kaene released the chain from his claws and sent it at Mojomojo, interrupting his channeling to make him dodge.

Both of them were using ganker equipment; both knew each other's playstyles.

"Surrender, Mojo! You got nowhere to run... leave the loot bag, and you can safely exit this dungeon..."

Mojomojo laughed, so hoarse it sounded like an old man singing a country song.

"With just you? Alone? What can you even do if you couldn't gank up on your own... You think claws are good in one versus one, then you're wrong! I'll show you why Curse Staff got its name."

Mojomojo pointed his Curse Staff at Kaene again; this time, it shone red.

"Oh fuck!"

Kaene immediately rolled over upon noticing the light, dodging the laser beam that struck the dungeon wall, sizzling.

'Fuck... I can't win like this, I need those fucking idiots to get out of that crack now.'

Dodging another laser beam, Kaene checked his Party List.

Only to see all of his party members, except the Players defending at the entrance, died without notice.

Mojomojo laughed once again. Before he taunted Kaene, he already received the Experience Points of Killing Players, upgrading the Specialization of his Curse Staff and other equipment that he was wearing.

"I didn't know shit could kill too... Imagine looking at your HP having -1 continuously... just because you accidentally got trapped in someone's toilet! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Though it was true that Mojomojo's shit helped poison the air inside the crack, the torch used for lighting was the real killer. It continuously consumed oxygen, leaving the players inside without air and dying of asphyxiation.

Trembling, Kaene sighed. He stared into Mojomojo's eyes, uncaring.

"I'll tell you the truth... we don't even know if we could survive this shit you brought upon us... If it weren't for you telling me your plans, I wouldn't have been greedy... I wouldn't even be here... fighting you for fuck's sake..."

Turning around, Kaene started clawing at the blocked crack, tears dripping. The dusty floor darkened beneath his broken smile as he tried to claw into it to recover his friends' bodies trapped inside.

"I know it's too late to regret... but listen before you kill me..."

Mojomojo watched Kaene's back, gripping his Curse Staff until his knuckles whitened.

"Some party members are defending the entrance... Fucking Ninjas waiting outside too... We sent a distress call to Blackreach Throne Faction. Their retrieval force will arrive soon... the payment was half of your coins."

Mojomojo smiled, turning away.

"Just that? Don't worry... I hired someone cheaper than your Faction."