I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…-Chapter 344: Filthy Floor

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Str: 18 / Agi: 22 / Dex: 21 / Con: 66 / Int: 51 / Char: 14

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Toxic Miasma: Constantly emits a foul aura of decay that lowers enemy morale, slightly poisons nearby foes, and disrupts concentration. Stronger in enclosed spaces.

Stench Burst: Compresses internal gas before releasing it in a wide, noxious explosion. Causes disorientation, vomiting, and blurred vision for all enemies caught in the radius.

Sludge Grasp: Extends rotting tendrils of black slime to ensnare targets. Victims are slowed, silenced, and suffer minor corrosion over time.

Void Absorption: Consumes dark-elemental or corrupted materials to restore health and mana. Efficiency is doubled against dungeon-born or demonic creatures.

Putrid Dispersion: Murk can create a haze by absorbing large quantities of dark mana or corrupted essence. Spreading corruption, plague, while affecting the resilience of other creatures depending on what it devours.

Filth Clone: Creates a smaller, unstable duplicate of itself that mimics basic attacks and explodes violently after 30 seconds, spreading corrosive slime and foul gas.

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"Damn, you really got large, huh?" Logan took a step back, for once unsure how to handle a monster he had tamed.

The creature's size was one thing—but its usefulness was another.

"You're a little weak to fight here though... I wonder if you can even keep up with our speed…" Logan muttered aloud, weighing the potential roles this creature could play. He couldn't afford any dead weight in the battles ahead, and he wasn't sure if the creature's movement was going to cut it.

As if sensing its master's hesitation, the creature suddenly curled into a ball and began rolling in circles with surprising speed. The display wasn't exactly graceful, but it was effective.

Logan blinked, slightly amused. "I guess you can keep up with us after all…"

Still unsure of its combat potential, Logan decided to test one of the more unusual abilities listed in its profile. He activated Filth Clone, channeling his mana outward.

A glob of mana separated from his core and congealed beside him, forming a small, quivering slime. It was a miniature version of the creature—Murk—though slightly more translucent, like a muddier reflection.

The real Murk immediately stopped spinning and waddled over to the clone, staring at it curiously. The two exchanged gurgling sounds and twitches that might've been excitement... or confusion.

Logan crossed his arms. "Huh. Not sure if that's terrifying or adorable."

Logan didn't want to treat his new creature poorly—but he also didn't want it clinging to him too closely.

"Well… let's continue. The next floor is going to be rough, so get ready, everyone."

He handed out mana water and crystals to the others, making sure each beast was fully recovered and combat-ready. With a nod, he led the group toward the passage to the next floor—not a forested biome this time, but a winding staircase that descended into darkness.

They moved down at least thirty steps before the stench hit.

What awaited them below was a nightmare.

"Ah, damn it..." Logan's face twisted in disgust. "So that creature we just fought... was just a sample of what was to come."

He cursed under his breath, now remembering the earlier warning—someone had told him to bring a mask for this floor.

The area was filled with sludge and rotting filth. Blackened waste oozed across the terrain in uneven patches, and from the shadows, malformed Chimeras could be seen trudging through the muck. Some of their snake head tails dipped and swirled in the sludge, feeding off the substance that radiated with twisted, darkness-aligned mana.

"Wyver, Stormwing—divide and blow away this mess. Clear a path. I'll wait here until you're done," Logan commanded, holding his nose in frustration. He could only hope the next few floors wouldn't be this disgusting.

Behind him, his slime creature trembled.

Logan glanced back at Murk. It was visibly shaking, shrinking slightly as it tried to hide in his shadow.

"What's wrong…?" he murmured—then stopped, his gaze flicking across the foul terrain again.

A new thought crossed his mind.

"Could it be…" He narrowed his eyes. "The mini-boss won't reform until we all enter the floor completely?"

It made sense. The scattered sludge wasn't just ambient waste—it was a body waiting to reassemble.

Logan's expression darkened.

"All this filth… it's alive."

"Ah, damn it. Why this…" Logan muttered as he stepped onto the floor, Elarion by his side and Gaia stomping in just behind.

The moment they entered fully, the surrounding sludge and grime began to shift—slithering toward the center of the chamber. In mere moments, a massive shape began to form from the waste, pulsing with corrupted mana.

But that wasn't all.

The Chimera scattered around the room reacted as well. As they consumed the sludge, their bodies began to warp—not with evolution, but mutation. Their shapes distorted grotesquely. More tails sprouted. Tentacles coiled from their backs. The beasts shrieked as if in pain, their forms buckling under the strain.

"Ugh. Gaia, handle the slime! Stormwing, Wyver—take down the Chimeras! Make it fast—I don't think I can stand this place much longer," Logan shouted, gagging as the noxious air hit his throat. His fingers twitched with the urge to unleash Purity Lash and cleanse the entire floor.

But he held back.

If he purified the sludge now, Murk might be caught in the purge. He couldn't risk it.

Then, something strange happened.

As Gaia used Stone Cleave to split the large sludge beast into pieces, Murk suddenly surged forward. Without hesitation, the slime began devouring the chunks.

Logan's eyes narrowed. "You're eating it…?"

It wasn't just an illusion—the fragments were truly vanishing into Murk's body, absorbed completely. And with each piece, Murk grew. Slowly, but noticeably.

Strange…

Logan didn't plan on joining the fight, but now a new strategy came to mind.

"Gaia, stop attacking it. Let me try something else."

With a wave of his hand, Logan summoned Zephyr's weakest and basic Wind Blades, sending out slicing gusts toward the creature. Thin strands of sludge were sheared off the main body—and just as they tried to reattach, Murk slurped them up, swelling again like a balloon of rot.

The larger it got, the more disgusting the stench became.

"Damn it… I'll have to take longer now. And the smell's not getting any better!" Logan grimaced, covering his nose. Still, he didn't stop the process.

The monster was weakening.

And Murk?

Murk was feasting on the remains being cut off.