Genocide Reality

“Gyaaaah!”

The blue hairy giant swings down, dodging its blunt club attack, I swiftly deliver a diagonal slash from the shoulder….

Followed by a series of rapid consecutive attacks to test my speed.

“Two, three, four, five, six, seven….”

I calmly counted as I continued to swing my Samurai Sword. The white blade gleamed in the dimly lit dungeon, as it cut into flesh.

When I came to, what had been a blue troll had turned into a pool of blue blood and scattered flesh.

It may have had a large physique, but it was all show. Its movements were too slow and it was too weak.

Now what’s next….

Relaxing my strength, I clench my samurai sword and run through the narrow corridors of the labyrinth.

My wandering blade is now confronted by a large tan-colored ogre holding a stone hammer.

A humanoid monster called an Earth Ogre with huge horns.

A formidable opponent.

I let out a piercing cry and flashed my white blade as I ran straight.

“Take this!”

“Gah!”

Letting out a high-pitched scream, the Ogre tried to flee. How cowardly. Perhaps startled by the surprise attack, the Earth Ogre turns its back.

To expose its vulnerable back, what a foolish creature.

Diagonal slash after diagonal slash after diagonal….

Now this looks like training in Kaeshiwaza1. With each X-shaped swing of my samurai sword, from high to low, low to high, the earth-colored bodily fluid splatters.

At first, I was imitating the swordplay from period dramas, but midway through, there was no longer any form or technique. Following my instincts, I relentlessly cut through the tough flesh with all my strength.

The enemy who cowardly showed his back was like a scarecrow!

It can at best serve as a target for my test cuts. I continued to slash consecutively, not allowing it to even fall to the ground.

Finally, I swung down with all my might, slicing the Earth Ogre’s body in half.

I was showered in a large amount of the Earth Ogre’s bodily fluid.

I licked the earth-colored bodily fluid that had landed on my lips.

The bitter taste of the monster’s fresh blood, even now, feels pleasant.

“Hehehe, Kahahaha! I am the strongest!”

Since no one was watching, I struck a grandiose pose and reveled in victory. I’m aware that I’m not really the strongest, but this… This is the power of a Samurai class.

When I class-changed suddenly to an upper-tier profession on the third floor, it was natural to become the strongest.

My body felt light, as if liberated from supergravity, like a warrior from a combat race2.

At the very least, on a one-on-one, no monster on this level can fight me properly.

Of course, if I were to charge into a large room and get surrounded and beaten up, that would be a different story. So, I can’t be too overconfident.

The pleasure of effortlessly dispatching humanoid enemies is even more exhilarating than I had anticipated. I must maintain a composed demeanor during combat, without succumbing to the excitement.

Furthermore, it’s concerning how much I enjoy defeating these foes.

I have no intention of becoming a sadistic killer….

“Well, it’s fine for now.”

After all, here, there’s no one else but me and the enemies that need to be vanquished.

I glance downward and notice earth-colored slimes swarming around the Earth Ogre’s lifeless body.

Labyrinth cleaners. Scavenger slimes. Thanks to these creatures devouring corpses, there are never any remains left in the labyrinth

But if they come into my sight, I kill them. I thrust my sword into the slime, and the earth-colored, jellyfish-like object abandoned in the harbor collapsed into a mere puddle of water.

I cut, slash, and kill everything in my path.

This is my sole means of survival.

Fortunately, there are plenty of monsters to dispatch.

Just a bit further, and new monsters await.

As I cleaved the snake-like tentacle creature with an upraised sickle head that confronted me, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the wondrous world I had entered.

Yes, gratitude. Whether this world’s invitation is from a god or a demon, or who possesses such skills, I do not know.

Yet, I am filled with nothing but gratitude for being invited to this Arena of Combat, for having a clear enemy before me, and for my arm capable of delivering a decisive blow.

What a pure, simple, and beautiful world this is.

Monsters continue to emerge endlessly, and I exist to slay them.

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In the overwhelming silence that fills my ears, I continue to tread alone through the dim labyrinth.

I have transformed into a mechanical being, a creature designed for slaying monsters. My existence is plain and direct.

This is what I yearned for.

I craved this.

Slicing down or slicing up with my katana. With each swift motion, the monsters’ flesh is rent asunder, blood sprays, and bones shatter.

Swinging the sword with all my might, raising it high and bringing it down. This straightforward action resembles a solemn prayer.

I longed for this fervor.

Let’s kill more, let’s butcher more, let’s slay more.

Drenched in the blood of monsters, I offer a prayer of gratitude to the god of this Genocide Labyrinth. I shall heap upon it more offerings of blood and flesh.

Everything I desire is here.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst, yet my mind was surprisingly cold.

The so-called neurotransmitters are on full blast as if coming out of my ears.

I know it’s time to stop, but the trembling of my hand, craving the pleasure of slaughter, won’t cease.

In the novels of swordsmen, bloodlust was an exaggerated expression, but it felt truly real.

If it is a living being’s instinct to live, it is also a living being’s instinct to kill.

I don’t mind being engulfed in this great vortex of joy, buried in the colorful blood and flesh of the monsters, and dying.

Exhausted from fighting until the limit, I exhale all the breath in my body and finally collapse on the spot.

Beside me, the corpse of the giant poisonous worm I had just slain was lying on the ground.

“Come to think of it, I could eat the worm….”

Looking at the grotesque red and green cross-section of the giant poisonous worm, no one would think that this meat is edible.

But it is. GenoReal’s knowledge does not lie.

I bit into the piece of meat in front of me.

The taste of the giant poisonous worm spreads in my mouth. There’s supposed to be a strong smell, but I don’t notice it at all.

“Delicious!”

I wiped my mouth with the monster’s raw juices and started eating again.

I thought it was delicious because it had a high fat and moisture content. My sense of taste is already distorted, and I can’t truly discern the flavor.

At this moment, as long as I have the moisture and richness to revive my body, anything would suffice.

The worm meat is tender and satisfying to eat, and it’s everywhere. For me, who thirsts for blood, it’s a feast.

After a short break from eating all the worm meat.

I regained my wits and made myself an antidote potion for the poisonous worm I’d just eaten.

“Low Antidote Potion.”

I gulped down the orange liquid in my flask.

It is very bitter.

“Ugh… Somehow, this tastes more like poison.”

The worm probably has poison glands in its fangs around its mouth, so the flesh of its body is not poisonous.

I might not need to drink the antidote potion anymore.

“It’s ironic that the raw meat of the venomous worm is delicious, but the antidote potion is unpleasant.”

It’s possible that my sense of taste is completely messed up. With my current state, I might be able to live even in the wilds of Africa.

It was kind of funny to think that.

I’m so happy to know that I’m completely addicted to GenoReal.

I don’t have to play the role of the old ‘Shinjo Wataru’’ or some such nonsense who lives at the mercy of someone else’s will anymore.

The rotten outer shell had cleanly peeled away, and I felt like I had become a new version of myself.

I am a beast, a creature that kills and eats its enemies.

“Now, once more!”

After fully restoring my health and stamina with the potion, I stand up again and continue walking.

A green amorphous creature called a Shrieker approaches me, resembling swaying curtains.

Through a hole in the curtain, it shoots a spray of poisonous projectiles at me.

This is a kind of poison magic.

“Uwaaaah!”

I swiftly dodge the incoming poison projectiles and slash toward the blue tentacles extended by the enemy.

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How many have I killed, how many have I eaten?

Overwhelmed by unbearable drowsiness, I roll into the safe zone behind the door with a switch and gulp down the water from the spring I collected earlier. Then, I fell into a deep sleep.

While intelligent creatures might be able to open the gate, lower-level creatures around here wouldn’t be able to.

Still, I should have remained vigilant. It was a mistake to fall into such a deep sleep.

“I still have a long way to go….”

However, thanks to the sound sleep, my stamina has recovered, and I feel that my body has become even stronger and more resilient.

With this power-up, I might be able to challenge the boss of the third floor.

“Although I feel like I want to continue dominating on the third floor forever.”

The third floor has fewer traps and a variety of enjoyable monsters, but I can’t afford to stay here.

My goal is to become stronger efficiently, so I can’t linger on shallow floors.

I’m not afraid of dying anymore.

But if I die, I won’t be able to kill anymore, so I want to play in a place that offers a moderate level of tension while maintaining a safety margin.

Okay, I’m ready. Let’s take on the boss on the third floor.

The boss on the third floor is Murder Troll.

On the first and second floors, I relied on trap-based tactics, but from here on, it’s a serious battle.

I sort through the usable items from the chests that have been appearing after my killing spree and pack them into my backpack. I also craft and consume potions that enhance my agility and strength as much as possible.

With repeated doping, I will face the boss battle with all my might.

The third floor was so full of monsters, but not a single monster lingered around the boss’s room.

The Murder Troll, a mutant form of the extremely ferocious and cunning troll race, was so-called because it kills and maims all creatures that come near it.

There is no such explanation in the game, but I have read about the hidden setting of GenoReal in a reference book.

As they say ‘Initiative ensures success’. I kicked down the wooden door and went inside, where a figure with a longsword as long as me was waiting.

There was no opening. This was different from the humanoid monsters like the blue trolls and earth ogres from before.

A green-skinned demon.

He had a smooth bald head and skinny cheeks, and his red, bloodshot eyes held the light of intelligence.

Although not particularly muscular, the stance with the tip of the sword slightly tilted upwards indicated knowledge of swordsmanship. However, the monster, with key areas such as the arms, shoulders, torso, and thighs protected by steel equipment, looked quite formidable.

A samurai sword cannot cut through steel, so I had to attack it through the gaps protected by its armor.

“So, you’ve made it this far, adventurer!”

“You can talk….”

I was speechless. Until now, monsters had been mute creatures.

I understood the setup that they were cunning, but I never expected them to be able to speak.

“Is this your first time encountering a talking monster? If there’s intelligence, mastering human language isn’t all that difficult.”

“You’re smart.”

From their side, I didn’t feel the immediate aggression that would suggest an imminent attack. It seemed they were willing to talk.

Overwhelmed by surprise, I regulated my breathing to maintain composure and replied to the opponent, firming up my resolve.

“It’s not just about being smart. I’m strong. Killing people is different from killing animals. Every time I kill adventurers in real combat, I learn and become stronger.”

“How many people have you killed?”

“Well, I stopped counting around a hundred.”

“You’ve killed a lot.”

I think he’s bluffing when he says he’s killed a hundred adventurers.

I don’t think he actually killed a hundred adventurers.

Otherwise, he is too strong for the boss of the third floor.

Don’t be fooled by its claims. This creature was supposed to be a cunning monster.

“Lately, adventurers have been scarce, and I got bored, so I chatted with you. Now, should I kill you?”

The moment the Murder Troll uttered these words, a fierce intent to kill surged toward me. but the enemy had not yet moved.

I was drawn in by this intent, and I attacked.

With a clank, the Murder Troll’s longsword intercepted my strike.

It was expected, I couldn’t just rush in recklessly.

As we exchanged fierce clashes, it seemed like the man with the green-faced demon mask understood my excitement and smirked.

His ferocious laughter was a sign of his intent to attack.

“Uraaaaah!”

With a renewed fighting spirit, I leaped backward to create distance and then swung the Samurai Sword straight down.

Of course, such an attack would be blocked.

I quickly backstepped and struck again.

This time, a horizontal slash!

With a clank, the enemy caught my strike with a steel vambrace.

Impressive, but I wasn’t finished!

“Ugh!”

As I pulled back once more and brought down the Samurai Sword, the enemy let out a groan, and his confident smile faltered.

Indeed, steel armor excelled in defense. However, my hard leather armor had the advantage of speed.

Yes, speed and footwork. I could evade or deflect the enemy’s attacks. Anyway, the true way of the samurai was to use a multitude of strikes continuously.

Hit and run. I barely avoided the heavy longsword’s blade that was swung to strike me down, just by a hair’s breadth.

Swinging heavily, the Murder Troll’s sword passed close to my body and cut through the air.

I had already gauged the range of the enemy’s attacks. Once more, I unleashed a strike with a fierce shout.

“Goooaarrraah!”

A powerful diagonal slash.

Of course, the enemy’s steel armor didn’t yield to my strike, but it couldn’t negate the impact.

The force disrupted the enemy’s stance.

Ignoring the numbness in my hand, I swung my sword in a diagonal slash, this time on the opposite side.

The enemy’s legs staggered from the impact of the strike.

That’s when I forcefully thrust the tip of my sword into his throat.

That area was not protected by steel. The blade could penetrate the throat.

My full-force thrust deeply pierced the throat of the Murder Troll.

“Goh!”

In a desperate attempt, the enemy swung his longsword, lightly slashing my torso, but that was as far as it went.

The Murder Troll coughed up blood. I could tell it was real blood, not monster fluids.

The longsword fell from his hand as the strength drained from his limbs.

“Haa… Haa…”

Forgetting to deliver the finishing blow, I stood there for a while with the blade still piercing his throat.

It may have been just a moment, but it felt like an eternity.

Silently, I withdrew my katana from his throat and the body of the Murder Troll fell heavily to the ground.

The feeling of killing an intelligent creature that could speak.

I see, Perhaps what the Marder Troll said about growing stronger with each human it killed was true.

It was a completely different sensation from killing mindless monsters that simply screamed, ran away, or attacked.

A moment after being stabbed in the throat, the Murder Troll even understood that it had been killed.

With all my senses, I fully witnessed the gradual extinguishing of the light in its murky, bloodshot eyes.

A deep sigh escaped my body, as though my very soul was being extracted. I nearly crumpled to the ground, instinctively plunging my samurai sword into the earth.

At last, I had claimed a life.

I’ve taken the life of an intelligent being. If this leaves me unfazed, I’m no better than a ruthless monster.

Though not human, it comprehended the same language as humans. What’s more, the sensation of ending the life of someone I’d spoken to lingers in my hands.

The shock of committing murder might have been the most significant snare on the third floor of GenoReal.

“Talking about being prepared to kill….”

There was no such thing. It was a matter of life or death, and I fought for survival with all I had.

Nevertheless, there remained a haunting reality after the kill.

…Ah, I’ve taken a life with consciousness.

While I paid no mind to the bodily fluids of other monsters, I meticulously cleaned the blood-stained Samurai Sword with the spring water welling up in the boss room.

The steel equipment adorning the Murder Troll’s lifeless form boasted exceptional durability, not the kind you’d find in ordinary stores. It struck a fine balance between weight and defense.

Although I briefly pondered stripping it from the corpse, I realized it didn’t align with my combat style, which placed a premium on agility.

For a moment, the thought of taking it to Seki crossed my mind, but I dismissed it with a shake of my head.

Why am I hesitating? I’ve resolved to move forward without looking back, so what use is it to retreat to the surface after only reaching the third floor?

With determination, I left the full set of steel armor in front of the boss room.

I won’t make use of it, but perhaps someone who comes later will find it valuable. Or maybe I’ll retrieve it if I ever choose to return to the surface.

“Now, let’s see what’s in the treasure chest…”

Inside, there lay a curved sword with a unique blade shape, resembling the undulating form of a serpent. The sword’s curvature prevented it from fitting into a sheath, so it needed to be carefully wrapped in cloth for transport.

Nevertheless, it was a splendid weapon for a samurai. Its name was the “Spirit Sword ‘Onsatsu-maru’”.

To be more precise, it was specialized for combating the undead. Crafted from holy silver, its blade possessed a subdued gleam infused with magical power, enabling it to cut through ethereal spirits.

Warriors often wield a weapon known as the Vorpal Sword with similar capabilities, so the appearance of the Spirit Blade was a stroke of luck. Whether it’s a matter of chance or if weapons are tailor-made for specific professions remains unclear.

“The fourth floor is known as the realm of the dead, right?”

It’s a place teeming with the undead, a land of the deceased. Fortunately, one can acquire weapons well-suited for dispatching the undead here.

Additionally, there’s the “Troll Key” necessary for unlocking the door to the fourth floor.

“I should replenish my supplies here.”

I searched the boss’s room, discovered some rat meat, and consumed it to sate my hunger. After quenching my thirst with water, I exited the room.

I then inserted the key into the nearby door leading to the fourth floor and descended the stairs beyond.

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This technique is a response. As an opponent strikes, you parry their shinai with yours. Then flip over (turn over your hands) and strike their opposite side. Valid strikes include: men-kaeshi-men, men-kaeshi-kote, men-kaeshi-do, kote-kaeshi-men, kote-kaeshi-kote, and do-kaeshi-men.
I think it’s a Dragon Ball reference