“What?! It is supposed to be in its room!” Jacob’s voice was cracking as he was rapidly approaching panic. “Welcome oh bright lights to my humble abode.” Spoke the undead giant in plate mail as it gave a slight bow while placing a single arm over its chest.

The entire group stood in stunned silence as the undead giant returned to its standing position. “This thing can’t be the boss for this floor, it can talk!” Hellen had no reply as did the others in the group.

“I can hear you just so you know. You are wrong however.” Jacob blinked his eyes a few times shaking off his stupor and venturing a question, “What am I wrong about if you don’t mind me asking?” The skeleton razed its hands and the great sword made from darkness disappeared.

“I am so glad YOU asked.” The undead giant seemed to stretch the word when he addressed him, “This is the boss for this floor, but it isn’t normally capable of speech.” Jacob thought for a moment, ‘He claims he is the boss, but that normally he can’t speak, no wait. He said, “This is the boss,” not I am the boss.’

“Am I to assume you are the master of this manor then?” The giant gave a booming laugh. “It has been so long since one of such manners has made their way to my sight.” Whatever it was speaking through the undead giant, he did not want to anger it.

“I noticed you all when you arrived in my dungeon. Normally I would not stir for such weak creature such as yourselves. However, you…!” The undead giant stopped for a moment as it pointed at Jacob, “You have caught my interest. You are much like this dungeon. You hold beasts of great power within you. I have never seen such a thing in all my years.”

The undead paused awaiting a response. “I possess a very rare class. I am the first to have obtained it in over 600 years.” The giant placed its palm under its chin mimicking what it had seen some within the dungeon do when contemplating.

“Well that would certainly explain why none have entered my halls prior to you. I was born in the darkness 314 years ago, so the system says.” Jacob took notice of the last think it had said, “So the system says.” ‘Does that mean there is a system running for dungeons in this world?’

Hellen responded to the undeads proclamation without thinking, “That is blasphemy! They gods would never allow such a filthy creature as you into the system.” The undead shifted its gaze to observe the insolent creature that had just insulted it.

There was several seconds of silence from the undead giant, as it seemed to be contemplating a response. Jacob looked at Hellen and mouthed, “Shut the fuck up!” Then the giant spoke, “You are correct. Those who granted you their system would never have allowed me access. However, those evil and plotting gods created the dungeon system, and the system for all monsters.”

Jacob raised his voice confused, “Why bother telling us this?” Once more the manor’s master laughed in its booming voice. “I wish to test you. To see if you are worthy of a place by my side.” The undead giant said before bringing its hand together.

From between its hands a black beam was emitted, and, in a moment, the great sword of darkness had made its return. “Now I shall test your metal!” The giant roared as it and the skeletons that had surrounded them charged in.