Chapter 28 - 27: The Small One’s Resolve
Liliruca’s POV
I didn’t mean to get involved. Honestly, I didn’t.
The Dungeon wasn’t kind to people like me—small, weak, and unwanted. People only saw me as a porter, someone to carry bags, clean blood off armor, and bow my head when they shouted. I was used to being overlooked. It was safer that way.
But that day... I couldn’t walk away.
That boy—no, that adventurer—he was fighting something I had only heard about in whispers. A monster that shouldn’t be on those floors. A minotaur. No—something worse than a normal one. A mutated version. Massive. Brutal. A killer.
And he faced it alone.
I hid, like I always do. Behind a broken pillar, clutching my bag, heart pounding in my ears.
I watched.
Watched as he fought with everything he had. Every move sharp, every breath strained. He wasn’t normal—his strength, his instincts... they reminded me of someone dangerous. No... someone powerful.
And yet, he bled.
A lot.