[FLOOR 1, Kill the monsters to clear the floor.]
Mark stared at it blankly. Then he looked around cautiously. The room was empty, still the same polished stone floor without a single piece of furniture or decoration.
"Well," Mark muttered, "let's see which monsters I would face."
He had barely finished speaking when the air rippled. Within ten seconds, five creatures materialized out of thin space.
They looked like monstrous black hounds, each the size of a small bus, their eyes glowing red as they opened their flaming jaws. Twin plumes of fire spilled out with every breath, and the air temperature instantly spiked.
Ark's voice rang in Mark's consciousness.
[Scan complete. Realm: 9th-circle. Variant Fire Hellhounds.]
"Perfect warm-up," Mark murmured.
He summoned his adamantine assault rifle with a flick of his wrist from his inventory. The moment the metallic weight settled into his hand, he aimed directly at the pack.
*Woof*
