Reincarnated with the Country System

Dungeon Floor 2: The Rotting Gardens

Belly Valley Ruins – 18 Hours After Hive Queen Elimination

The first floor had been a massacre.

Alberto skimmed through the casualty reports, his eyes cold, calculating. Twenty-two Exo-Knights dead. Four ISSD super soldiers gone. But the rewards had been worth the butcher's bill—1.2 billion SC from the Dungeon Core and the Hive Memory Shard, an artifact pulsing with strange psychic imprints.

And yet, the Hive wasn't truly dead.

The moment Kain's team pulled out, seismic sensors detected something. A faint tremor. A hollow beneath the throne room. A second floor.

Alberto clenched his fist. The Hive had burrowed deeper than expected. If there was another Dungeon Core below, it meant more SC, more resources. But if they left it unchecked, it also meant something worse—something festering beneath Rafa's foundations.

That wasn't an option.

He leaned forward on his obsidian desk, issuing a new command through his neural link.

"Deploy a second team. Clear the floor. Secure the core. No survivors."

The mission began within the hour.

The Descent

The new squad deployed fast. No wasted time. No hesitation.

30 Exo-Knights, fresh from reactivation, their cybernetic frames gleaming under the tactical lights.

15 Artificial Mages, floating constructs pulsing with violet energy, each imbued with quantum-reinforced spell matrices.

Kain, now field commander, still battle-worn but unwilling to sit this one out.

Their drop into Floor 2 was surgical—zip-lines hissing (tsss-THUMP) as boots touched the damp, pulsating ground. Unlike the Hive-infested tunnels above, this biome was different.

Alive. Rotten. A festering corpse of a garden.

A humid wind slithered through the cavern, thick with the stench of decay and sweet nectar, a clash of aromas that turned stomachs. Thick, gnarled roots coiled around ruined architecture, twisting over the remains of long-forgotten structures.

The trees weren't trees.

Their bark quivered, shifting as if something inside struggled to break free. Their leaves, fleshy and red, dripped viscous sap, and beneath them, rows of tooth-like thorns protruded from vines like predatory mouths.

Kain's cybernetic eye flickered (whirr-click). Thermal scans were useless. The entire floor pulsed with biological warmth.

"Stay tight. Weapons live. This place is breathing."

They moved in combat formation, a V-shape wedge cutting through the undergrowth. Artificial Mages hovered above them, scanning, their violet cores pulsing with raw arcane energy.

Then the first movement came.

New Threats Identified

SYSTEM ALERT – Dungeon Bestiary Updated

Carrion Blossoms (Level 42-50) – Carnivorous flora with acidic spores. Emits neurotoxins.

Flesh Vines (Level 45-55) – Semi-sentient tendrils that constrict and consume organic matter.

Rot-Touched Guardians (Level 50-60) – Plant-based humanoids, remnants of corrupted warriors.

Berserk Flower Knight (Level 65 - Floor Guardian) – ???

First Contact

The first Carrion Blossom struck without warning.

A bulbous, pulsing flower hanging from a twisted tree suddenly shuddered (squelch) before its petals snapped open, revealing a circular mouth lined with fangs. It spat a cloud of pale yellow spores (FOOOSH), the air instantly thick with hallucinogenic toxins.

An Exo-Knight coughed. Staggered. Then screamed.

His armor's neural dampeners failed to compensate. The spores burned into his respiratory system, and he turned his rifle on his own squad (CHK-CHK).

"SHIT! NEURAL SPIKE—"

Kain moved first.

A single hypervelocity round (THWUMP) punched through the Knight's skull before he could fire. His body hit the rotting earth (THUD), leaking coolant instead of blood.

"Masks on. Filters maxed."

The Artificial Mages reacted instantly, unleashing arcane bursts (WHUMMM) that incinerated the Carrion Blossoms mid-air. The flowers screamed (a shrill, unnatural keening) before shriveling into black husks.

Then the vines attacked.

From the ground. From the walls. From inside the fucking trees.

They moved like serpents (shhfff), lashing out, coiling around limbs, trying to drag soldiers into the soil—a damp, living grave.

One Knight disappeared into the earth before anyone could react. His screams choked off as the ground closed over him.

"BURN THEM!"

Artificial Mages switched tactics. No finesse. Just raw destruction.

Inferno-class spells detonated (FWOOOOOSH), turning the battlefield into a raging firestorm. The vines shrieked, writhing, splitting apart, burning into nothingness.

The team pushed forward.

Through the blackened remains of twitching roots and melting flesh-like petals, they reached a clearing—an open courtyard, its center dominated by a towering mass of roses and bone.

And standing before it…

A knight.

The Berserk Flower Knight

He was tall. Eight feet at least. His armor, once silver, was now crimson and green, entwined with vines that pulsed like veins. His left arm was missing, replaced by a massive, serrated thorn-blade, and his eyes…

They weren't human anymore.

The moment he saw them, he moved.

Not walked. Not ran.

He vanished.

Then—

"LEFT!"

An Exo-Knight twisted just as the Flower Knight reappeared (SHINK), his blade already mid-swing. The Exo-Knight blocked (CLANG), but the sheer force of impact caved in his shoulder armor, sending him flying across the clearing.

Kain fired.

A Gauss round slammed into the knight's chest—

And bounced.

"What the—"

The Flower Knight growled, voice like rusted metal grinding against bone, before lunging again.

Faster. Stronger. Unstoppable.

Artificial Mages unleashed a magical barrage—

He ignored it.

Their spells struck, but his body absorbed the impact. The vines around his frame hardened, twisting into layers of armor-like petals, dispersing the kinetic energy like a shockwave of thorns.

The squad was losing ground.

Then Kain saw it.

The core.

A glowing, pulsating mass embedded in the Flower Knight's chest, wrapped in shifting layers of bark-like armor.

A weak spot.

"Focus fire! Aim for the center!"

The Kill

The Exo-Knights switched tactics.

Every shot now targeted one spot. Plasma seared away the outer layers, peeling back the armor-like petals, exposing the vulnerable flesh beneath.

The Flower Knight roared, stumbling—his movements slowing as the magical wounds crawled across his body.

Then Kain moved.

One shot.

One perfect Gauss round.

It punched straight through the exposed core.

The Flower Knight froze.

Then he screamed.

His body convulsed, the vines unraveling from his armor, turning to blackened ash as his form crumpled, finally still.

Mission Success

SYSTEM NOTIFICATION

✔ Dungeon Floor 2 Cleared!

✔ Rotting Gardens Purged!

✔ New Core Secured – Estimated Yield: 1.5 Billion SC!

✔ Artifact Acquired: "The Thorned Crown" (Grants unknown abilities related to plant-magic and regeneration).

Kain exhaled.

Another floor down. Another nightmare buried.

But as he looked at the pulsating cavern walls, he had a feeling this dungeon wasn't done with them yet.