Absolute Cheater

As the last of the crimson hounds fell, their blood seeping into the ground and merging with the pulsating chasm, Asher's laughter echoed through the air—though it wasn't quite him. His crimson eyes glowed brighter, taking on a dangerous, almost feral light. A sinister smirk tugged at his lips as he surveyed the carnage around him.

The real Asher had retreated into the recesses of his mind, leaving his alternate persona—ruthless, unrestrained, and hungering for destruction—in full control.

"Ah, look at this," Alt-Asher murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement as he stepped over the lifeless bodies of the beasts. "Such a lovely playground, soaked in blood and chaos. The perfect stage for me."

He flicked his wrist, and the blood-soaked ground responded, writhing and shifting as if alive. Alt-Asher's mastery over his Blood Supreme ability was even more terrifying, his control sharper, more brutal. He twirled his blood-forged blade idly, his smile widening as the air grew heavier, saturated with bloodlust.

Another growl echoed from deeper within the dungeon. The next wave was arriving—larger, more menacing creatures with blood-red armor and glowing eyes. These weren't mere beasts; they were knights forged from the same sanguine energy that fueled the dungeon itself.

"Ah, finally, a challenge," Alt-Asher whispered, his tone laced with mock excitement. "Come on, then. Let's paint this lovely little chasm redder."

The knight-like creatures charged, their massive blades slicing through the air with deadly precision. Alt-Asher didn't flinch. Instead, he lunged forward, meeting the first knight head-on. Their blades clashed, sparks flying as Alt-Asher's blood blade pulsed with dark energy.

"Not bad," he sneered, twisting his weapon and shattering the knight's blade with a burst of crimson energy. The knight staggered, but Alt-Asher didn't give it a chance to recover. A spike of blood shot out from the ground, impaling the creature through its core.

The other knights pressed forward, their movements eerily coordinated. Alt-Asher reveled in the chaos, dancing through their attacks with deadly grace. Each slash of his blade was precise, each movement calculated to cause maximum carnage. Blood spilled and pooled around him, and he absorbed it greedily, using it to bolster his power.

"You're nothing more than puppets," Alt-Asher taunted, his voice echoing with malice. "And I am the puppet master."

He raised his hand, and the blood-soaked ground erupted in a torrent of crimson spikes, tearing through the knights like paper. The air grew thick with the metallic scent of blood, and the dungeon seemed to respond to Alt-Asher's power, the walls pulsing more violently.

Alt-Asher tilted his head, his smirk widening. "Oh? Are you enjoying this too, little dungeon? Shall we see how far we can push each other?"

As the knights fell, their energy dispersed into the chasm, and a deep, guttural roar reverberated through the air. The ground trembled, cracks forming as something massive stirred within the depths.

Alt-Asher's grin turned feral. "Ah, so the big boss finally wants to play. Let's see what you've got."

He strode forward without hesitation, crimson energy swirling around him like a living aura. The dungeon itself seemed to pulse in anticipation, as if aware that it was facing something far more dangerous than it had ever encountered.

Deep within his mind, the real Asher stirred faintly, a flicker of unease breaking through the darkness. This isn't right... he thought weakly, but his voice was drowned out by the overwhelming presence of his alternate self.

For now, the dungeon belonged to Alt-Asher—and nothing would stop him from turning it into a blood-soaked masterpiece.

The tremors intensified as Alt-Asher approached the heart of the Crimson Chasm. The air grew thicker, oppressive, and alive with raw energy. The whispers that had been faint before now roared like a tempest, almost drowning out the sound of his boots crunching against the blood-soaked ground.

Ahead, the pulsating walls of the dungeon peeled away to reveal a vast chamber, its ceiling disappearing into darkness. At its center, a massive creature began to emerge from a pool of swirling crimson liquid. The beast was unlike anything Alt-Asher had faced before—an amalgamation of twisted limbs, jagged armor-like scales, and glowing, blood-red veins. It stood over twenty feet tall, its six eyes burning with malevolent intelligence.

A notification blinked on Alt-Asher's watch, displaying the monster's name:

Blood Titan – Sovereign of the Crimson Chasm (A-Rank Boss).

The corners of Alt-Asher's mouth curled upward into a sadistic grin. "A Sovereign, huh? And here I thought this place was running out of surprises."

The Blood Titan roared, shaking the chamber and sending a shockwave of crimson energy rippling outward. Alt-Asher didn't flinch. Instead, he raised his hand, the blood around him surging upward in response, forming a swirling barrier that absorbed the impact.

"You're loud," he said mockingly, his crimson eyes locking onto the Titan. "Let's see if you can fight as well as you can scream."

The Titan lunged, its massive fist crashing down with the force of an avalanche. Alt-Asher leaped back, his movements unnaturally fluid, as if the blood-soaked ground itself was propelling him. He retaliated with a wave of razor-sharp blood blades, each one aimed at the Titan's exposed joints.

The blades struck true, but the Titan's armored hide deflected most of the attack. Only shallow cuts formed along its legs, oozing thick, dark blood. The creature growled in pain and rage, swinging its other arm in a wide arc. The sheer force of the swing shattered the ground, sending chunks of blood-infused stone flying in all directions.

Alt-Asher dodged effortlessly, his smirk widening. "Tough hide. I'll have to get creative."

He extended his arms, and the pools of blood around him began to writhe and rise, forming massive tendrils that snaked toward the Titan. The creature roared again, slamming its fists into the ground to disperse the attack, but Alt-Asher was already moving, weaving through the chaos like a shadow.

The fight became a whirlwind of destruction. The Titan's blows were devastating, each one capable of leveling a building, but Alt-Asher's speed and precision kept him just out of reach. He exploited every opening, every moment of hesitation, his attacks growing more relentless with each passing second.

Finally, Alt-Asher saw his opportunity. The Titan reared back, preparing to unleash a massive energy blast from its gaping maw. Alt-Asher didn't hesitate. He thrust his hand forward, and the blood around him surged upward, forming a massive spear of crimson energy.

"Let's end this," he growled, his voice dark and filled with unrestrained malice.

The spear shot forward with blinding speed, piercing through the Titan's open mouth and out the back of its skull. The creature froze, its six eyes dimming as a guttural sound escaped its throat. It collapsed with a thunderous crash, its massive body disintegrating into a pool of dark blood.

Alt-Asher stood over the remains, his breathing steady despite the intense battle. He extended his hand, and the remnants of the Titan's energy were drawn toward him, absorbed into his aura.

A notification flashed on his watch:

Dungeon Cleared. Rewards Acquired: Blood Sovereign's Core, High-Grade Mana Crystals, Crimson Armor Blueprint.

Alt-Asher's smirk returned as he examined the core—a pulsating, blood-red sphere brimming with power. "Not bad," he murmured. "hmm, times over, I guess I will return later."

The dungeon began to shake, signaling its collapse now that its Sovereign was defeated. Alt-Asher turned toward the swirling portal that had appeared at the far end of the chamber. As he walked, the pools of blood rippled and shifted, almost as if bowing to him.

"Until next time," he said softly, stepping through the portal.