Anomaly

'New soul acquired. Proposing function!'

Jeff was woken up by a strange, cold mechanical voice in his head. He was confused with darkness all over, he didn't know where exactly he was. Trying to move his limbs proved to be an impossible task let alone opening his eyes.

'Am I in a hospital? Am I in a coma?' he asked in a slight panic. He had a woman to get back to, his latest victim. He remembered he was getting her out of his car's trunk when everything went dark...

'Hold on, did that bitch just do what I did she did!' he asked himself with rage.

He was an apex predator, a serial killer that has been undetected for twenty five years. How would this happen to him now? A hundred and thirty eight women killed and none of them ever gave him trouble even on their deathbed. Why was this one special?

'Fuck, if I am in the hospital, then I must be under the monitoring of police or the feds! Shit, I must think of a way out of this,' he thought, his mind racing.

'BODY CONSTRUCTED, SWORD RACE. PERIMITER IS SAFE, STARTING SOUL TRANSFER!'

'That voice again. What does it mean by body constructed? What's going on here?' he asked himself, even more confused.

Just then, he felt a tugging force like he had just entered a wild rollercoaster. He felt himself twist and turn, before feeling a pop emanate from his body and a sense of satisfaction, like he had just been given a world class massage after going to a chiropractor. It just felt right, somehow.

'SOUL TRANSFER COMPLETE, CONDITION OF BODY, NORMAL. FUNCTION GIVEN, GUARDIAN. SCANNING LEVEL OF DUNGEON; Z, LOW TIER DUNGEON. DISTRIBUTING STATS.'

Suddenly, Jeff felt a warm feeling invade his body, spreading all over his body. It felt painful, but in a good way. Like having a muscle cramp but feeling kinda nice when hitting it lightly. This feeling stayed for three minutes and then it went away. He felt comfortable all over.

'Something is definitely wrong,' he thought. This was not normal at all.

'STATS DISTRIBUTED. AS A MONSTER, YOU CANNOT VIEW YOUR STATS. AT THE EVENT OF YOUR DEATH, YOU WILL BE IMMEDIATELY SENT TO HELL WHERE THE REST OF YOUR SENTENCE WILL BE SERVED. YOU ARE ADVISED TO STAY ALIVE AND DO YOUR DUTY. GOOD LUCK, CURSED ONE.'

'Hell? In case I die I will be sent to hell to serve the rest of my sentence! That means I am dead at the moment, aren't I? Also, Guardian? Monster? Just what kind of situation am I in?'

It was at this moment that he opened his eyes. First thing he noticed was the darkness. Somehow, he knew it was pitch black but his eyes seem to see just as clearly as if he was in the presence of daylight. He was in a cave, a damp, musky smelling cave. The next thing he noticed was his difference.

In his previous life, he was a 6'3 tall athletic man, quite handsome, because that's a default feature for most serial killers. But now, he just new he was taller from his perspective. Looking down, he was stunned to see his body. A lanky kind of figure in some kind of tattered armor and rugged red cape behind him. His arms were long, reaching his knees and in his left arm was a long sword, almost as tall as him. Almost instinctively, his body went into a hunch, making him look like a hobo, the sword dragging behind him. He touched his face only to feel a metal helmet protecting his head, or was supposed to for he felt a bit more holes in it than it should have.

'Unless I'm wrong but aren't armors supposed to protect the wearer from harm?' he questioned himself incredulously. Trying to open the visor proved fruitless but for some reason, his vision was unimpeded. Also, he had come to know his species name, Sword Race, a race of monsters encased in growable armor since birth that can only use swords as weapons and nothing else. His purpose in this murky cave was supposed to protect the boss room.

He might not be a cultural nerd but at least he knew somethings about dungeons and such. He knew what it entails and since he was a monster, he knew his fate. Worst of all, he was in a newly developed dungeon meaning the mobs are weak, the weakest of any class! Simply, he was in danger!

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I need to know how to become stronger!" he growled in an animalistic voice that he would later come to know sounded like swords screeching on a metal surface.

'DANGER! DANGER! DETECTING AN ANOMALOUS ENERGY INVADING THE CURSED. ALL MEASURES OF PROTECTING THE CURSED HAS BEEN BREACHED. PREPARING TO TERMINATE CURSED....#**#@#@#$##'

The mechanical voice suddenly became silent as Jeff was panicking over his imminent death. Waiting a minute later, he realized something was wrong. First of, he was alive. Whatever that voice was saying about killing him did not happen. Second, he was not in hell. If he had died without knowing he knew he would end up in hell as the voice said. Thirdly, it was his heart.

In that tense moment, he had felt his heart race in fear. But, with that came the feeling of becoming stronger. He knew deep down, he was becoming twice as strong as he was previously. Especially now that his heart was racing, he was becoming stronger at a faster rate than he would have of he was calm!

''So this is my golden finger, huh? Power Level Infinitum with my heart as a medium, huh?'' Jeff was overjoyed. If before his fate was to be a rat scurrying every time adventurers came to the dungeon then this time, he was a dragon in sheep's clothes. The more time the adventurers take to arrive here, the more powerful he would become!

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" his sadistic nature reared its head, making him laugh maniacally as he imagined the faces of everyone that came here thinking it would be a normal Z rank dungeon!