It was a killer room when it came to the boss room.
The walls, floors, and rock skin peel out, unmatched by candlesticks and ornaments. That's as far as the dungeon goes. When this is a demon-based boss monster, the interior is often decorated as if it were a king's chamber, so compared to that, it doesn't taste good.
However, I still didn't feel plain - is it the Boss Monster's, because of its appearance?
Standing at the bottom of the boss room was one disastrous tree.
Cracked, verse. Standing thick, black trunk. Countless branches like the spreading twist, stretching as they intertwine with each other, covering about half the ceiling.
The branches crawling through the ceiling had slight leaves and colorful fruits.
Red, yellow, green, blue, purple…. It's a creepy fruit, rounded and swollen, distinctly different from the edible ones that line the market.
Behind us standing up to that unusual look, the door closes alone with a heavy noise.
After all, he seems to be definitely an irrevocable boss.
For a moment, I wonder if we should retreat before the door closes, but it stays. I can't pull back now.
Eventually, when the door closed completely - one red fruit fell from the ceiling.
Crushed fruit with the sound of beshari sprinkles creepy bright red juice, creating a great stain on the floor.
"Attack!?
"Yes, no, it's not!
Cocor says to Teto, who sets up a knife like he panicked.
"I haven't got the boss's name yet! This is probably a performance..."
"... you know, sadness..."
At that time.
Boss, my voice echoed in the room.
"The red tide is not the same..."
A squeaky, old woman's voice.
The Lord of the Voice... apparently grows out of as much of the trunk, the upper body of a woman.
The shape is the person's, but the texture of the skin and hair is the trunk itself, with a strong dark brown color. There were no eyes and the orbits were just dark dents.
Becha, and.
Also, now the yellow fruit fell.
Turn your eyes to the bright yellow stain you made on the floor, where no tree woman exists.
"The yellow of screams is not in the..."
I frown and squeal.
"Dry Adds, or...?
Human, it's also female, botanical monster.
Then it's natural to think so. Even if that's how ugly you looked.
Now the green fruit has fallen.
"The green of panic is not..."
Creepy dry adds, squeaking again.
Even boss monsters that are close to the human form can thus utter humanistic language. But I can't communicate my intentions. In the example of a withdrawable boss, he just talks about the same thing no matter how many times he comes. These pre-Boss war events were commonly called performances.
If this was really the production of the author of this world... regrettably, it works too well.
There's more to creepy.
Then the blue fruit, then the purple fruit falls.
"The crying blue is not in the sar... the purple of despair is not in the sar..."
An old dry addle is staring down at the floor.
Despite the fact that the body line is clearly a young woman - that dry ad looked old to me.
The same goes for voices...... deep cracked trunks, less faded leaves, all-you-can-stretch branches. The look that reminds me of the old tree in the main unit may have made me feel that way.
"You know, sadness and... concubines fade."
And it came to pass from the ceiling, that a spreading branch came down.
At the tip of a slightly leafy branch, stroke the stain of each coloured floor wide enough to apply.
"Huh...!
I opened my eyes.
On the floor after the tip of the branch glanced - a magnificent painting was painted.
Figures of war, where people compete with each other. Cocor said, is it a biblical occasion?
Impossible in reality, the use of overly vibrant colors made me take my eyes away instead.
But Dryad shakes his head like he's disappointed.
"Not really."
The painting on the floor disappears with a slight flash.
"The rainbow on the battlefield is not the same. The fruit of the concubine should have faded and no longer represented the world. The day of old sets, and all that remains of this body is the night and darkness of the void. You know, sadness... '
And... well, the dry ads looked at us.
"The sunset of the talented will soon be visited. To everyone, equally... thou shalt also know, the vain of the concubine... '
That's when - the black misty thing that gushed out of the dry ad swallowed us up, filling the whole boss room.
Stay aggressive, but no damage.
In the first place, the fight shouldn't have started yet. This has to be just one of the performances...... for a moment, I thought so.
But.
Look at the letters displayed in the corner of your vision and wake up to mistakes with amazement.
"Become......!!
"What is this, debuff!?
"No, the battle hasn't started yet! Besides, if you're a debuff, you should focus on Mr. Teto! This is something else…"
"... it's a gimmick..."
Teto says as chaos strikes the party.
"This is a gimmick! It was the boss room (...) for these rules (...)! With this, no one else could complete the high level party! Plus... Tips are from the beginning!
In that word, we all understood.
The higher level adventurers, the more skilled they are.
Defeat the boss to get items to erase his skills.
That's right.
Indeed, the tip came from the beginning.
But... who would have guessed such a gimmick?
I see a flashing letter in the corner of my sight.
It showed the undisputed predicament of this party with massive skills.
[Skill not available].
Along with nervousness, check your status.
Advice… Various parameters had been greatly reduced.
Not only Merina's [blessing of the jealous god], but also her original skills such as [muscle strength increase/greatness], [agility increase/medium], have lost their effectiveness.
The gimmick in the sunset cave boss room was - I've never heard of it before, the rule of skill tying itself.
'Aya, just now... the concubine can't give up. I can't help but paint the scenery of a sour feud. Who will stop this impulse from rising from the void? The fruit is not exchanged for. If you are... you need color'
Old dry adds, the whole tree body is awesome.
"A deep scarlet of blood tide, a mountain of screaming (Yamabuki), a bug of panic, a water of crying (Mihana), but a pale vine of despair (Awafuji) is not enough for a concubine... Sons of men. You're a foolish guest."
Several branches drip from the ceiling like tentacles.
A cracked bark mouth told him quietly.
"Death to misery, be a concubine."
Above the dry adds, a single string appears.
Automatic display of monster names, a phenomenon specific to dungeon bosses and a signal for the start of battle.
That was still the first name I saw.
"Dusk Dryad Muralmaker".
The boss battle has begun.