Chapter 69 Awakening of Deva's true nature

Tendrils, tentacles, hands...myriads of these things roamed throughout the entire floor.

Monsters were slain by these things made of something that can be described as transparent.

Even if they were cut or hit by monsters these tendrils would regenerate and attack the monsters again.

If a trap was activated then they would be all ineffective against these tendrils.

If a treasure was found they would grab them and bring them to the raven-haired woman who created them and that was linked to them.

The size of each floor was comparable to a big city, in order to find the stairs for the next floor it required time and effort.

Time to find the location of the stairs and effort to deal with monsters and traps.

But Deva didn't need much time to waste nor too much effort.

With the cursed sword Beatrice on her back she leisurely walked towards the location of the stairs.

Days or weeks would require to someone to climb a single floor but Deva needed only a day or two, her skill [Navigation] would show her a part of the layout of the floor, she just needed to just walk all over the floor to find the exact position of the stairs while concentrating on manipulating the countless tendrills and hands made out from her powers.

Despite the countless notification that rang on her head that notified her level have been just raised or the countless notifications that notified her that Beatrice had been just fed from the tears of the citizens of this world, Deva's eyes suggested that she was absentmindedly thinking about something else.

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These past years,if we add the years I passed inside the fifth scenario then I would be around a hundred and twenty years old, but my body didn't age nor my soul then I would be around my early twenties.

For me time passed for a hundred and twenty years yet my body and soul perceived that time that passed for only twenty or more years.

My mind, my brain perceived time like it is, a hundred and twenty years passed for my mind.

Since it is like that my memories about the past was quite blurred and confusing.

I still retain my personality, tastes and my own ideologies.

I do still remember who was Velena, Theresa, Ira, Edea, Thaleasin, Lucia, Aalrie and Courtney because they often appeared in the many worlds that my other selves lived.

But there was someone that I can't remember well.

And that was myself,

The hundred of my other selves had their own dreams and ambitions.

-I want to be rich.

-I want to become like that person.

-I want to marry her.

-I want to kill her.

-I want to escape from her.

-I want to torture her.

-I want revenge.

-I want a lazy and peaceful life.

-I want something exciting to happen.

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A hundred of dreams and ambitions, and those dreams I absorbed them and put them aside or completely forgotten them in order to not change me.

Amongst those maybe I also thrown my own.

What was again my dream? Did I have a dream or goal to accomplish?

Maybe I'm subconsciously following it and accomplishing it, but nothing entered my brain.

But something else became enjoyable something that make me feel ecstasy by following it...something that made me feel bliss however it is different from the bliss my girls often give to me or from eating something delicious.

It was like that something deeply rooted inside my soul that was dormant and now awakened.

Negativity , Disorder, Ruthlessness and Devastation.

I feel that my goal was to spread these four things.

The chaos I caused made me strangely accomplished, like successfully doing a task given to me by my superior.

But...was there someone like that?

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The raven-haired woman climbed and climbed the dungeon, days to weeks and then to months, and as time passed she continued to level up and obtain powerful treasures and items but none of them had the ability to quickly make the woman find her beloved ones.

The woman climbed to the floors that were never explored, fought high-level monsters and found precious treasures even so her mind was somewhere else.

Obviously she would often talk with Tania and talk or atleast communicate with Beatrice in order to relieve her sanity even by a little bit.

Other than doing this, she often sleeps and eats the meat of some monsters that have been killed by her aura.

Then during a night in the ninetieth floor of the dungeon ,when she was silently and absentmindedly watching the void, Deva firstly heard the usual notification that notified her that Beatrice ate some tears and then next she firstly heard the voice of a woman and then felt a pair of arms embracing her from behind.

"Deva!I evolved!Look! Aren't I beautiful?Now that I have a human form I can now eat the meat you often cook!"

Since I didn't sense any hostility the moment her arms wrapped around my neck I left the woman that I presume be Beatrice to do whatever she wanted.

"You're not surprised or even a bit startled? Muuu!"

"Well I kinda knew something would happen when the numbers would reach the maximum the moment I saw those notifications.Well isn't that nice? Other than being useless you can now talk and be more useless than before."

"Useless?!"

"I mean other than eating tears of those I caused despair and agony you as a cursed sword you cannot even give me some benefits."

"I am a 'cursed' sword not a 'holy' or 'magical' sword, I give demerits to my owners not merits. What did you expect? That I could fire beams of light or something?Besides you are already powerful enough that you do not need something like that, in fact too much choices can bring someone to fall."

"*sigh* Then you are really useless."

"I'm not useless!Look, show you my status."

[Demonic Sword of Lamentation: Beatrice, has chosen you as her master, it feeds from the tears of despair of the victims her owner caused to reduce in such state of despair and pain. She latches on females that finds worthy of her and after reaching a certain affinity will make the sword to never separate from the user's soul.The sword cannot be disposed off with normal means as it is bound to her master's soul.The first phase of her evolution have been reached.There are now other four phases in order to evolve to its ultimate form.Having reached the maximum affinity, Beatrice has become your only and only weapon you can wield, if the user is holding another kind of weapon then the weapon they were holding would be instantly devoured by Beatrice.]

"Oh!This is not useless at all!"

"Right!"

"Yea-" Before Deva could finish her phrase, a notification appeared in front of her.

[Cursed sword: Beatrice(first phase) has absorbed the tears of lamentation of a zealot.1/1000000]

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"Why aren't you esulting? My power to devour weapons the moment you touch them isn't interesting?Then praise me more!"

Yeah it is interesting but reaching your second phase would require too much time and ass the fact that people won't always shed tears they will eventually recover and not offer you tears anymore.

That means that I have to make people shed tears directly or indirectly.

Then as Beatrice continued to babble like a fool.

An idea struck me.

Unlike sentient monsters, mindless monsters can be created with minimum energy and since most of the poeple of this world have never seen a monster outside this dungeon they will totally be unprepared by the sudden appearence of monsters around the world.

Since this place is totally peaceful, there's no sign of walls around the cities or sodiers patrolling the roads other than the places considered as sacred.

But I will not create and spread mindless monsters that only seek blood and death but monsters that can bring endless despair and fear without killing too much people.

And what is the lowest and most hated monster that is known for being small and give birth to thousands in just a few days?

Goblins.

If it is just a single goblin then a person can beat it, but a swarm of these little monsters?

What can they do? What will they do?

Bring total chaos, obviously.

There's no need to specify what a goblin will do if given in his hands a woman.

As Deva laid a devious plan to obtain more tears to feed Beatrice and give herself a strange sense of fullfilment by bringing chaos in this world, thirteen individuals on the eightieth were searching any signs of Deva,unknown to them that their absence in the church will bring the fall of this world.

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