Neonkilz

Beware the almighty 'Seer' who wanders the Murim. He sees all and knows all. The seer can predict the future and his predictions have never before been wrong. Those who heed his advice may be given a second chance while all other choices lead to doom. The seer's words are absolute.
How might you recognize him you ask...?
There have been rumors of this man who wears all black. He wears from a Black Hermit Hat to black robes draped with thin black silk. And his eyes shine a clean crimson glare when provoked. He also carries a Demonic Black Sword. And if the rumors are to be believed he is actually quite young.

Murim Is Cringe

The two landed on two soft, squishy, and fleshy sacs for a ground, still very clearly inside something.

This place was different from before, but it was still as clichéd as any other. It was an obstacle course with blades and breathing platforms. Failure to time which would result in falling to the bottom of the acidic digestive pit of enzymes or whatever.

"I am sure you know the rules, almighty Seer, because so do I," echoed a voice through the chamber.

It was the sick fuck, no surprise there.

"I was there once, giving the same trial so I could walk the path of the tentacles... Now it's yours. If you wish to live, go forth, make it to the end of the room, and you're free... temporarily, at least, out of the clutches of my tentacles... physically, at least. Metaphorically speaking, you'll never escape from my tentacles."

The Way Out