Multi-Gene

Gulping down the contents of the serum, Gordorf meditated, guiding the serum to mix with his blood and tissue much faster.

The others could see that he was visibly healing. The purplish skin on the young man's body was fading rapidly.

David saw the wounds, the poison was much weaker than what he had gotten infected with. Which meant that they had fought a much weaker version of the undead David had fought.

His speculation was correct, the young master, Gordorf and Rutherford were together because they are weaker than the monsters they would face. While David and Teela might have been transported into a different dungeon because their strength level was equal to that of the undead within.

David frowned as he didn't know if the undead Teela was facing were stronger or weaker. If they were weaker, it meant Teela is weaker than he is. But if they were strong undead monsters. It meant Teela's strength exceed David by either a lot or a bit.

Rutherford continued to glare at David in a hostile manner. David couldn't help but think. "Just one strike, one strike!" The person called Rutherford would be no more. But he was aware the young master would never agree to it.

Times passed and roughly an hour and a half went by as they waited for Rutherford to recover.

"Is your arm healed already?" The young master turned to David.

David nodded his head. "Yes, it's pretty much healed by now."

He removed the cloth he had used to hand his arm with his neck and moved his arm softly.

It was as though it hadn't detached at all. But David couldn't help but feel slight pain in his heart. He had used two drops of pure Atman Stage blood to heal the poison and his arm. How could he not be pained?

Now that he was thinking about it, he should have stolen the blood pool from the Grand Master.

"The poison Rutherford?"

"It's all healed now, I only feel stronger and that's only because of the young master. Thank you."

"It's nothing."The young master waves his hands and then turned to everyone.

"We've cleared the prisons here. Now, there's only one problem left, the Warden." his gaze was entirely serious as he mentioned that name.

"The Warden is said to be an undead whose strength goes far beyond the regular Atman Stage. Although he had lost the ability to use its Atman due to it being an undead, the strength from its fleshy body is no joke. But I've long since prepared for this. Take this." young master Alan took out four chains and handed them to David, Teela, Garforf and Rutherford.

David accepted the chain and gazed at it. The chain was similar to the ones he had seen in the prisons, but these ones are particularly shorter, almost five meters long.

"This chain had been forged and tempered by demigods, therefore it can easily hold anyone below the demigod stage. Each of you will have to wrap the limbs of the undead with the chain and infuse your genetic energy into it. Then leave the rest to me."

"Just that?" Gordorf blinked his eyes as he asked.

"Yes, The plan is plain and simple. Wrap each chain around the limbs, infuse it with your genetic energy and leave the rest to me." The young master summarized.

David squinted his eyes, attempting to see through the chains, but there was a layer of energy his eyes couldn't pass through shrouding the chains.

"Alright, since we all know the plan, let's get going before the rest figure out the other doors are simply diversions." The young master began walking forwards.

As they walked, they saw two undead Integrated Phasers. Gordorf rushed to them and killed them instantly but no one bothered to take their corpse. An Integrated Phaser corpse was useless. Only the Atman Stage corpses are useful.

They walked until they finally arrived before a large door. The door wasn't decorated, nor was it painted like the other prison door. This was was dark reddish in color, plain looking, and the most defining characteristics is that it is a wooden door.

The young master nodded his head, his gaze bright as he stared at the door. "Finally, this is it!"

He placed his hands on the door and pushed. The door didn't bulge at first, but the young master's hands bulged and the sound of his tendons exerting strength could be heard.

Rumble!

Dust and sand fell from the door as it began to open, but none of the dust touched young master Alan nor the other.

"Be prepare!" Alan growled quietly.

The atmosphere became tense as they slowly walked into the dark hall. They all activated their genes that made them see at night.

There was no one in sight, but the team didn't dare let their vigilance down. They cautiously gazed at their surroundings, preparing for a sudden attack.

It was then they arrived at the edge of the wall. An hoodes man could be seen seated on a wooden chair, his head bowed so they were unable to see his face.

"I can't sense his energy wave." Gordorf muttered in distress, sweat dropping slightly down his forehead. He knew how much he suffered from the previous dungeon and want to avoid suffering as much during this dungeon, but that was most likely impossible since the undead here would be stronger.

"Focus." Rutherford berated. He was also nervous but tried his best to hide it.

David frowned. Gordorf was right. The Undead had no energy wave. Was it because it had a special ability or this undead was far stronger than what their ability could comprehend.

David glanced at Teela. She still had the same carefree expression, but David could tell there was a trace of seriousness hidden.

"Get ready... Let's go."

Whoosh!

The four people tossed their chains at the undead who still hadn't reacted.

Whoosh! Whoosh!! Whoosh!!!

Four chains soared through the air like dragons, boring holes through the wooden chairs as they wrapped around the hands and legs of the undead.