Captain Geralt.

In time, Griffith was able to manipulate around the pain, digging out the two feet blade out of his shoulder. The satisfied smile on Michael's face still hadn't faded as he observed his undead army, looking all mighty.

[PLAYER MUST CHOOSE A SUMMON WORD]

Summon word? Like a command word that makes the soldiers appear? It made sense, since he was raising the dead to fight his battles. The system probably wanted him to look cinematic doing it, and so it asked for a summon word.

He remembered something similar from Solo Leveling.

"A summon word huh?" Michael flexed his chin in thoughts, regardless of the fact that Griffith was getting prepared for his next attack.

But then, he got it.

 "Awaken."

[SUMMON WORD HAS BEEN SUCCESSFULLY REGISTERED]

Griffith charged again, this time dodging another dagger from the skeletons. It was quite the effort and timing, because their reflexes were incredibly fast, even faster than either of Michael's or the samurai.

Michael realized this army may have been stronger than him, for some undead soldiers that were summoned by an SSS rank, their powers were supposed to range from S rank to SS.

However, even if the status claimed he was an SSS rank, Michael knew by his stats and newfound talents that he was still somewhere around B-A rank. And there was possibly no way he could stand his own against these soldiers if they decided to turn against him.

Griffith leaped up in the air, his sword glinting feintly as it came down towards him. Michael raised his daggers with a firmer grip, adjusting his stance to his defense when a skeleton appeared in his way, defending him instead.

The speed by which the skeleton had reappeared before him took Michael aback, but what was more shocking was how it effortlessly defended Michael against Griffith's attack, like it wasn't being threatened at all.

The undead was faster. More logical. And it was always ahead of Griffith's attack as if it could predict every of the samurai's moves.

But Griffith wasn't relenting. After all, he was an illusion set up by the system to help him develop his powers. He threw himself off from the skeleton and took a moment of pause.

And just then, Griffith's shadowy aura multiplied intensely, lurking all over the room like a warrior who was about to pull off his greatest move.

Around them, the samurai multiplied. Identical clones of his physical state had sorrounded Michael and his undead army.

"The Shadow Cloning." Michael pointed out. It was a skill that fell under the assassin's buildup category.

However, Shadow Cloning was commonly recognized for its impossibility. Only a few people with the assassin's buildup were able to manage to create physical clones of themselves, and it took a lot of mana concentration to achieve that.

Which meant that, a person with the buildup but did not have enough mana could die while attempting the Shadow Cloning.

And Michael? He had just been leveling up his stats, he wasn't sure whether his mana was powerful enough yet to attempt the cloning.

And besides, alongside the decreasing EXP points, he also suspected that his mana was running out overtime while he used necromancy.

There was no other option now, he had to fight Griffith and his clones with his undead army. After all, they were probably only A-Rank copies too.

"Alright guys." A determined look etched on Michael's face. "We can still win this."

They charged at one another, swords clanging against daggers in their attempt to conquer. Micheal could tell that he had ended up battling with the original samurai, because he could feel the hate and grudge in his attack.

A few easy blocks and parries, and Michael realized that he had the upper hand in this fight. With the Shadow Cloning, Griffith had become slower, his attacks more feeble.

This time, Michael wouldn't hesitate to go in for offense, as the samurai was already too weak to place a quick and powerful attack.

He lunged a blade toward his heart—if he had one— but Griffith's sword came slashing it off. Michael didn't stop, his other dagger went down to his guts, his belief clearly that the samurai wouldn't be able to block two attacks at once because of his slowness.

But Michael's surprise was hitched when Griffith caught his hand in a firm grip. Before he could even move an inch, the samurai leaped up and gave him a hard kick.

This time, his body couldn't withstand it, he went flying in the air and crashing into the dungeon wall again.

[SURVIVAL TIMER: 00:49:00]

"Ah, shit... We can't win this." He said miserably, his head drowning into the floor.

He raised his head again, observing the relentless efforts of his undead army to defeat the rest of Griffith's clones. The real Griffith was closing on him. He wasn't severely injured, but he could still predict his defeat.

"Maybe I should just give up?" He suggested. "Death isn't that bad after all."

[SYSTEM WARNING: WIND NEEDLES HAVE BEEN OVERUSED!]

[USER MIGHT SUFFER SIDE EFFECTS!]

"Huh, side effects?" Michael stared blankly at the screen. "Oh, now I remember!"

His daggers had displayed a potential side effect that could happen to the user if it was used for over an hour. It was Pessimism... I think? No wonder he was so suddenly willing to give up the fight and just die.

"Some side effect." Michael laughed, his head drowning in the floor again. "There's no one bone of enthusiasm in me."

Griffith took a swing at him, but one of his undead army suddenly appeared and blocked the attack. It was the very skeleton who had defended him the first and second times.

Michael observed that he was way faster, stronger and loyal than the others. Even his attire was different. While the others had on ragged clothes that was mangled all around, this skeleton had on an army uniform.

It was in brown color, which meant he was either a soldier from the past or the uniform just got dirty from being buried way too long.

However, that aside, Michael could still see the badge on the left side of his breast pocket. He wasn't too much into military, but he could tell that the guy was a captain before he died.

And by the way he handled his weapon; a two feet long rusty dagger— he could also tell that he was a blade weilder rather than a gunman.

A befitting advantage.

The skeleton threw Griffith off with so much force, that he went tossing into the air with no hope for landing. Turning towards Michael, he stretched an assisting hand to him.

"I think I'm going to name you, Captain Geralt." Michael said as he grabbed his bony hands of the captain and stood to his feet.

In response, the skeleton just stared blankly at him, as if trying to say "That's-a-dumb-name"

"What? I came up with the best I could!" Michael shrugged.

[3900/5000 EXP POINTS USED]

By now, all of Griffith's clones had already been defeated, but his Michael's army was untouched. But they had already been fading away due to lack of EXP points. The points had been sufficient enough to retain only Geralt and his complete strength.

And the original Griffith was still alive. Somehow, even in his weak state, he had managed to survive the kick of a SS-Rank undead soldier, staggering out of the darkness like someone who was half dead.

"Alright, Captain Geralt." Michael braced himself. "Let's finish this."

Before Michael say another word, the captain had sped off like lightning, his dagger piercing into every of Griffith's defenses.

"Or I'll just leave it to you then..."

His attacks were way faster than Michael's, his determination for a win so sky high. Griffith couldn't block his every attacks for long, and by the way he so determingly struggled to survive, it was clear that he was out of plans or tricks up his sleeve.

Captain Geralt gave his final blow, a gravitational and haste propelled force attack that tore through the samurai's blade and impaled his chest.

Griffith dropped to the floor in defeat, his sword dropping alongside in shatters. Geralt halted for a second. He placed a firm bony grip on his dagger and drove it right out of the enemy's chest.

And in that very final stance, Griffith faded away in the form of black mist.

"A worthy samurai." Michael praised. It was too bad his Aura manipulation couldn't work against the System's Dungeons. He had wanted to feel how powerful Griffith truly was.

[LEVELED UP!]

[PLAYER HAS DEFEATED DUNGEON BOSS]

[PLAYER HAS EARNED 100,000 GOLD AND 2000 EXP POINTS]

[PLAYER HAS UNLOCKED: The Feathered Pen, (2) Essence Stones (Common), Full Recovery.]

[TITLE OBTAINED: THE GENIUS ASSASSIN]

[TITLE OBTAINED: LONE NECROMANCER]

"The Genius Assassin..." The title reminded him of the book "The Genius Assassin Who Takes It All", and somehow he could relate.

Also the title of Lone Necromancer. It piqued his remembrance book "The Lone Necromancer", a story about a guy who was selected to survive the apocalypse with a summon type power.

And what in the world was he supposed to do with a feathered pen?

"Well, whatever." He shrugged. "At least I didn't die."

Looking around the now quiet dungeon, there was only him and Geralt. With the eery calmness of the place, Michael couldn't help but wonder...

What was he going to meet in the next DTP?