I Own EVERY Class in This World: Life Set to HELL Mode!

[The 4th sublevel holds the worst criminals of the Lucullus Prison!] was what he read somewhere on a sign, so it meant that this one should be pretty empty, and the more they went up, the harder it would become.

The floor looked like it hadn't been vacuumed in months, and the air had a putrid smell that made his nostrils flare.

The walls were made out of purple obsidian, a strong material none of the participants could destroy, and the floor was made of white marble, debris were everywhere so it was pretty hard to navigate.

The hallways were pretty big, enough to fit at least a fifty people next to another, meaning that areas for battles were more than enough.

Also, each sublevel apparently had a name, and this one was… [The Domination's Layer].

Would the name be related to the floor and its enemies? Who knows.

Stark kept walking through the halls, they all looked the same, and it was so big he didn't even meet anybody or anything.

'Not having a map is bullshit…' all the others could navigate easily and spot the exit wherever they were, but Stark was forced to check everything like he was in a maze.

The only good news was that the mastermind of the trial, if they even existed, took pity on him.

[You will get your map back in sublevel 2!]

'…' it had been around ten minutes since the metal door opened, but not a single other notification announcing the death of someone popped up.

But right as he thought of that…

"KRAWKR~" he heard a disgusting noise ahead of him, and from the corner of a hallway he was about to turn, a giant beige hand could be seen.

And what emerged from that hall was… an ogre-looking monster, at least seven meters in size.

[Sublevel 4 Guard]

It had beige/gray skin, a very ugly face with large bumps all over it, making its eyes look swollen, its chest was completely bare except for some sort of circle metal thing that was attached directly to its body, and genitals were hidden by a very short dark cloth, not even reaching its knees.

Its arms, legs, although very muscular, were also full of bumps, almost as if that monster was mutated, in its right hand it was carrying a giant cleaver, and its eyes were full of rage, ready to eliminate the escaping prisoners.

But of course… it wasn't alone.

Since only a few seconds after Stark made his analysis of the monster…

"KRAWKRK, RKKKARK~" two more guards appeared next to the one in front of him.

And…

"KRAWKRA~" another two appeared from behind: he was surrounded by these ugly things.

All the [Sublevel 4 Guards] were slowly approaching Stark, they all looked the same, each having a large cleaver in their hands that could cut Stark's limbs if they even grazed him.

5 giant monsters to take care of, yet Stark wasn't bothered: if he wanted to survive this, winning this battle was the MINIMUM he should be able to do.

'...' he positioned his fists in front of his, while making sure to constantly check behind him if the other guards got closer.

...

[Name: Sublevel 4 Guard]

[Level: 95]

[HP: 147000]

[Strength: 4618]

[Stamina: 1027]

[Speed: 1214]

[Defense: 3356]

[Skills: Cleaver Slash, Stomp, Mad Rush, Slam, Guard Force, Prisoner Detection, Mutation...]

...

They didn't have that many skills to begin with, pretty normal considering they are the lowest of the low monsters in this entire trial, although their strength and defense were pretty high, their stamina and speed were a joke in comparison.

"KRAAKR~" almost as if communicating with one another, the first guard that appeared to Stark pointed at him then looked at his colleagues, and they all nodded.

And then...

"KRKAKAKKRR~" all of them began to run toward Stark.

Of course, they were much faster than the average human, it is not that Stark said that they are slow, but in comparison to him... well... their speed wasn't much.

"CLEAVER SLASH!" two of them raised their cleaver, half the size of Stark, then struck down.

~FWISH~

But the boy moved to the side and avoided the two attacks easily: he had seen them come from a mile away thanks to [Focus].

The sheer strength of their attack though did damage the floor, more than it already was at least...

"Crimson Spears..." Stark calmly summoned three spears and sent them toward one of the guards that had tried to attack, the other three behind as they wanted to ambush him.

~FWISH, FWISH, FWISH~

All three spears hit the target in the face as it was unable to avoid the attack.

"63018! -59227! -60291!" the damage was very high, even for monsters with such a big defense, which probably meant that the head was definitely their weakness.

"Kr...akr..." the first guard fell down in a loud thud as three massive holes were left on its face, and its colleagues were enraged, more than before that is...

"STOMP!" two of the massive guards raised their foot, and then...

~BAMMMM~

They slammed them against the ground as hard as they could.

"-6827! -5918!" doing this damaged even them.

But in exchange...

~FZIP~

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'Huh...?'

The shockwave of the attack traversed the entire hallway, and when it reached Stark...

[You have been paralyzed by the shockwave, jump next time!]

'SHIT...!' Stark didn't expect it to work even against the domination class, but he was indeed in a trial specifically made to kill them all, so he should have known...

"CLEAVER SLASH!" meanwhile, the two other guards that had waited for their companions to stun the boy immediately dashed at him, and swung their cleavers at the boy at the same time.

He couldn't move, and two giant weapons were rushing at him from opposite directions by giant monsters that only wanted him dead.

Was it over?

Would he be the 3rd to die out of them all, even though he had been the only one to complete the first trial in the [Death] difficulty?

No...

This couldn't happen.

Not to Stark, at least.

He still needed to get to the exit, or at least find the key to stop everyone else from getting ahead of him… it was a killing game after all, and he was already fucked because he had no map and was around 10 levels below all the others.

He couldn't allow himself to die now.

No… he refused to die by the hand of these weaklings.

And so… Stark's eyes burned with aura as he smiled, ready to cause a massacre.