Backstabbed in a Backwater Dungeon: My Trusted Companions Tried to Kill Me, But Thanks to the Gift of an Unlimited Gacha I Got LVL 9999 Friends and Am Out For Revenge on My Former Party Members and the World: Volume 11 (Light Novel)

to show them all what he was holding: a number of torn-off ears. At first, the bandits couldn’t make sense of what they were looking at, but after a couple seconds had passed, they realized Goh was holding their ears.
The knife-wielding lackey screeched. “My ear! He friggin’ ripped my ear off!”
The boss and a number of the other bandits similarly writhed about in pain, though the ones who were the most surprised at what had transpired were the bowmen who’d been hidden in the bushes, ready to loose their arrows at Goh if needed, for their ears were also missing.
Goh dropped the ears and ground them into the dirt with his foot as if putting out cigarette butts.
“Well, you guys did manage to teach me one thing,” Goh said. “Nothing beats wreckin’ a bunch of pip-squeaks who’re too weak to fight back. But there is one other thing that’s an even bigger rush than that. Can ya guess what it is?”
“D-Dammit!” yelled the boss, who was pressing his hand against the open wound where his ear had once been. “Murder that sonuvabitch! Now!”
As it turned out, mobilizing his crew was the worst move the leader of the bandits could have made. Goh lazily struck one of the lackeys who was standing beside the boss, but that single hit was enough to turn the hapless bandit into a fine, blood-tinged mist. For a Level 9000 Master like Goh, reducing a human to powder was easier than crushing an ant underfoot.
“C’mon! Answer the question!” Goh barked.
The boss flinched and squealed in fright. “I-I don’t know...” he whimpered. Goh’s head swiveled around to the other bandits, the evil glint in his eye hectoring them for an answer.
“U-Um, drinking booze? Getting laid?” suggested one of the bandits.

interrogations. “You said there were eleven Masters in total that you knew about. Or ten if you don’t count Daigo. Is this Level 9999 guy who’s currently tearing up the Demonkin Nation castle another Master that somehow slipped your mind?”
“No, that’s not quite right, Light,” Miki corrected me. “You’re acting like Miki told you a lie, when all Miki did was be vague and misleading. But whatevs. I’ll tell you what you’re dealing with free of charge since you look like you’re in a hurry. And besides, it’s a super funny story when viewed from my angle.”
Miki’s cloying smile morphed into a taunting one. “Yes, Miki did say there were eleven Masters, but I also said there might be another one if he gets revived.”
“Wait, so this Level 9999 guy is that revived Master?” I asked, stunned. Miki giggled sardonically.
“It’s more accurate to call this dude the ‘fake C,’” Miki said finally. “It’s some cadaver the Demonkin Nation has been keeping around since forever, thinking he was the real almighty C.”
“A fake C?” I said incredulously. Miki laughed again like she was watching a comedy routine.
“Remember how I’m a Beemancer who can summon any kind of bee I want?” she pointed out. “And if Miki has that kind of power, you’d better know she’ll use it to make sure that her hosts are on the up-and-up. So anyway, I used my bees to secretly scour every corner of the palace, and that’s when I discovered a Master sealed away in this weird coffin.”
“And you’re only telling me about this sealed Master now?” I said, unimpressed.
“Oops, did Miki forget to mention it?” she said, faking innocence. “But I’m in a good mood, so I’ll spill the beans. There are two types of Masters, you see. I’ve already told you about the first type who lived different lives before and have retained memories of those past lives. Well, the other type runs the whole gamut, but they’re basically people who were sealed away during the ancient civilization but who later got revived in the current era. Those are the only kinds of Masters you get.”
I was familiar with Masters who had lived previous lives, but the idea that there were Masters out there harking back to the lost civilization that had somehow survived all this time was entirely new to me.
So when she mentioned a Master that could be ‘revived,’ she was talking about one who originated in the ancient civilization? I mused.
“Yeah, so after one of my bees found this coffin in something that looked like an underground lab, I came over all curious and snuck in to take a look for myself,” Miki said, clearly pleased with herself. “And that’s when Miki