I Know the Secret to Surpass Level 100

Chapter 110: I Will Act as a God

"They were previously humans," Lance said. "Before they kept being reincarnated as beasts, they were humans. Reports have been made that they are capable to create a type of human speech, but they're not able to talk."

"What?" Elliot gasped. "Why are you telling us that now?" 

Lance shrugged, leaping and slashing his sword with a turn. He landed on the ground and smirked.

"No one asked," he smirked. "And besides, I didn't think that they would talk. It happens once in a blue moon, so I thought it wouldn't happen."

"You still should've told us these things," Connor grunted. He walked over to Lance but realized the knight he was fighting was already taken down.

"Good job, Lance," Connor remarked sarcastically. "What's the use of the plan if you can take care of enemies on your own?"

Lance sighed, "What if that beast was a dragon? Would you still not respond?"

"No, you're overpowered," Elliot retorted. "You're already strong enough."

"Yet I was practically useless against Clan and Bright," Lance said, making everyone silent. He flicked his swords to get rid of the blood and returned them back in their respective holders. "You know, I only look strong but I'm not always strong. I'm pathetically weak sometimes."

"Dude." Ed slung his arm around the taller man's neck. "Even the Guardians were no match against them. It was quite understandable that we weren't able to deal with the threats on our own."

Lance didn't respond and walked to the door. He opened it and saw another small hallway that was barely lit.

"This should lead to the dungeons," Lance said, completely shutting the topic down. "If we go through here, we should be able to see the prisoners."

"Okay," everyone else responded and followed him.

Connor lit his staff that served as their light through the dark cave-like corridor. They walked for a few minutes more, not seeing any sign of any exit.

"This is what the Succubi and Incubi come through every time they are being called?" Elliot gasped. "Disgusting. I can't believe this."

"This is so horrible," Connor pouted. 

A few more minutes and they were almost at their destination. A light had appeared at the end of the hall, to which they suspected as the dungeons.

"I think that's the place," Lance said, brandishing his swords just in case. "I will go first and cast a fortress the moment I suspect that something's wrong."

"Be careful," Elliot whispered and let his friend walk first.

Lance was pointing his sword in front of him, both glowing as he slowly activated them.

When he reached the end, he dashed through and paused after seeing the poor condition of the people in front of him looked. "What in the hell"

Seeing that Lance did not put up a shield, the others run towards him and has the similar shocked expression in their faces.

The prisoners were living in poor conditions. They were living in make do tents made of blankets that were tied from the wall and a stick that they used as a stand. Most of them were sickly, having pale skin and coughing from time to time.

"This is horrible!" Hope gasped.

"No, Hope this is perfect of course, this is horrible," Connor retorted. "These poor people are living in these conditions and the captor is living a luxurious life literally above them."

"This is the problem with tyrants," Lance sighed. "I cannot believe a man with my blood could do something as this."

"But the ones in our Realm are suffering even more." They heard a familiar voice said from behind them, making them turn and see who it was.

"Gomorrah? You're here," Elliot said. 

Gomorrah pointed at a corner where the other Seductors looked like they were living a better life. They had tents and had beds, but still lived less than a heavily poor person in the city.

"That's where they keep the ones who could use Dream Seduction," Gomorrah said. "They said we should be separated because we're already disgusting, we didn't need to be more by being dirty and stinky."

"I just want to slam that lord's face into a table," Connor seethed. "He's the worst person I know."

"We have no time to talk," Lance interrupted their conversation. "We need to leave now. It's only a matter of time before a guard would check this place while they probe."

"That's the problem," Santi walked over with a worried look on his face. "These people are so afraid that they don't want to leave, scared that they would be punished if they were caught."

"But we got rid of the guards," Elliot said. "Couldn't we tell them that?"

"That's what I said," Gomorrah sighed. "If you could come here, it means that the Grass Palace Knights are terminated. But these people said that they're even more afraid of the knights from the lord."

"We're leaving secretly," Lance said. "I will cover everyone with a magic veil that would conceal us from the patrols."

"I believe you need to talk to them," Gomorrah said. "But it's not easy."

Lance didn't waste any more time and erected a fortress below him, stepping on the wall that made him rise a few feet from the ground.

"Everyone!" he yelled. "I know that Gomorrah and Santi have informed all of you about our arrival, and I want you all to come with us!"

The people had their attentions to him, but instantly reverted their gaze back to their work, ignoring him completely.

"We told you," Gomorrah sighed in defeat. "Only a hanful of us are willing to"

"Lotus Blast!"

Elliot leaped beside Lance and fired his brightly lit petals, flaring the large hall with the light.

"Everyone!" Elliot yelled. "You're all living in terrible conditions, and you know that. Lack of food, lack of water, even lack of light. The one who captured you must've messed up with your minds so much that you have forgotten about what it's like to live freely."

His speech had gained more audience than Lance. People started to gather around him, listening intently and whispering to themselves.

"He's quite right. I do miss living above."

"I know. I think I'll listen to them."

"But I don't want to risk anything. Maybe I'll just listen and evaluate if this is worth it."

"When I was a kid, I aimed to become the mightiest Adventurer, one with the strongest weapons and highest attribute," Elliot continued. "But a few months after becoming an Adventurer, I realized those that those things are just part of it. It's not really the center of everything.

"What the world needs is an Adventurer who is strong, but passionate. Powerful but humble. Someone who could defend them but does not neglect the people themselves."

"What you want is a god!" someone shouted, making Elliot look at him.

"Exactly! To become the mightiest" Elliot trailed off and smirked. "If that's what it takes, then I will act as god."