Raven, the mage of Team Apple Nark.
She was near the passage with her remaining companions.
The reason was simple.
She had also tried to move towards where the team leader was when the attacks on the knights stopped…
…but she couldn't even think of passing through because of the thousands of people gathered there.
"Miss Ainar, can I ask you a favor? I can't see well from here."
She was a little over 150 centimeters tall.
She was much shorter than the average height of a human woman, so she sat on Ainar's shoulders and observed the events unfolding in the center.
Although it was too far to hear anything, it wasn't a problem.
She could just use magic.
"What are they saying?"
"It's almost over. It seems like they're going to split into groups of 300 and each break through."
Raven relayed the events in the center to her companions in real time.
And it wasn't just her, many other teams were doing the same. After all, everyone had at least one person with an ability like magic or Enhanced Hearing.
"What about Bjorn? What's he saying?"
"Uh, that is… it seems like he's coming this way. Ah, and a mage talked to him, as expected, it seems like Mr. Yandel is trying to gather a team."
"Hmm, I see…"
Misha nodded slowly, looking worried.
It was understandable.
"We're going north!"
"Is there anyone who wants to leave with me!"
Many clans and teams were already shouting, trying to recruit companions.
There were even famous explorers whose names were widely known.
And leaders of clans with fame.
There was even a place where three such clans had already gathered and formed an alliance.
But Raven said brightly,
"What are you guys worried about? You know that Mr. Yandel is no slouch in terms of fame, right? He'll be able to gather 300 people, even if it takes some time."
It was a clearly different behavior from usual.
She was usually the type to analyze the situation and just state the facts.
But…
'Mr. Yandel would probably do this.'
She had learned something from following that barbarian.
That a leader can't just act as they ple—
"Huh?"
Raven froze involuntarily.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"That mage said he would follow Mr. Yandel."
"Wow, really? I heard he's a really talented mage."
"Yes, that's true, but…"
Raven was bewildered.
Although it was good news, she was uneasy because she didn't know the reason.
'He could have gone to a much better place…'
Why would a mage like that join them?
She couldn't understand it at all.
So she decided to be honest with her companions and ask for their opinions.
"Hmm, that mage said he felt like people would gather around Yandel? I think I understand what he meant."
"You understand?"
"Because Yandel, that guy, is special. Even Raven, you know that, right?"
"I know?"
Just as Raven asked back as if she didn't understand, Ainar shouted,
"Bjorn Yandel is a great warrior!!"
Great warrior.
She suddenly remembered what happened in the Crimson Fortress.
Throughout their long history, less than ten barbarians had officially received that title from the King.
But back then, she thought…
…as she looked at the 2-month-old barbarian who had passed out after doing everything he could…
…that he might really become one someday.
"You joined this team because of that too, didn't you?"
"…That's right."
Raven nodded readily.
Urikfrit wasn't wrong.
If she hadn't felt anything special about that barbarian, she wouldn't have joined this team.
"He has a strange power that draws people in."
Raven finished her conversation with her companions and looked up to check where Yandel was.
It hadn't even been that long…
[If it's okay with you, we'd like to join you.]
[I think you'll be able to save the most people.]
[Haha, a loyal guy is the most trustworthy in times like this. Take us with you too.]
…but countless explorers were already following him.
But maybe it was because of what Urikfrit said?
It didn't seem strange anymore.
And she didn't even doubt the mage's intentions, who was the first to follow him.
"I'm… not the only one."
There are people in the world whose backs you want to follow.
And…
[See, I told you. People would gather around you.]
[A mage's intuition is usually accurate.]
…most of them leave great footprints.
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One to two hours.
I expected it to take at least that long.
Even though all the valuable explorers had escaped through Dimensional Gate, there were still many explorers who were better than me.
I thought I would have to work hard to build a force that could compete with them.
But…
'It's probably because of this man.'
The situation was reversed when Kyle, the military mage with knowledge, strength, and natural charisma, joined me.
Melter Pend, a 3rd-grade explorer, brought his entire clan under my command, and it triggered a herd mentality.
It's like panic buying.
Even if you don't think it's necessary, you feel like you have to do it when everyone else is.
"Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!"
"The hope of barbarians!"
"Follow the great warrior!!"
I ignore the barbarians' enthusiastic cheers and move forward.
It's a feeling I've never experienced before.
"Take me with you! I won't hold you back!"
Is this what it feels like to be a superstar arriving at the airport?
With every step I take, a new team, clan, or individual approaches me and appeals to their strengths.
So I raise the bar.
The reason is simple.
I'm the one in power now, according to the basic market principle of supply and demand.
"Tell me your role and rank."
"5th grade, I'm alone now, but I was the guardian in my previous team."
Guardian refers to the warrior role that stands at the forefront.
His skills must be decent if he's 5th grade.
"Name?"
"Pel Akaberd."
Pass.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Bjorn, son of Yandel. Get behind me."
I continue recruiting as I move, only choosing the people I need.
'There are barely any priests left since they all escaped through Dimensional Gate.'
It's a shame, but it can't be helped.
I have no choice but to fill the team with warriors and mages as much as possible.
Ah, and knights would be even better.
"…Kars Erimore."
"Is there a spot for me and my companions? Three apprentice knights and one regular knight."
Someone I know appears.
"I can't believe you were abandoned too."
"I guess an apprentice knight from an explorer background isn't that important."
It's the knight from Baron Martoan's family whom I met at the Count's estate.
His personality isn't bad, and he's a former explorer, so he'll be able to pull his weight.
And we even have a knight who can use Aura.
"Follow me."
"Thank you."
One step, two steps.
The number of people following me increases with every step I take.
I've already exceeded the 300-person limit just from the barbarians who decided to follow me, but I continue recruiting.
'We're just splitting into groups of 300 anyway.'
If we move along the same route, we can help each other in an emergency.
Although I didn't expect to be able to gather this many people…
'Alright, things are going well.'
That's when, as I continue moving forward…
…I see one person in this huge crowd.
"Takelan."
He's standing there alone.
He didn't join anyone's team, and he didn't even try to form one.
Maybe he just gave up.
"...."
He avoids my gaze as soon as our eyes meet.
It's clear that he wants me to pretend I didn't see him and just pass by. But I'm a barbarian who has to do what I want to do.
I approach him and say,
"Follow me."
I don't know why I said that.
The words just came out.
"If you want to live."
"Do you… think I want to live?"
He mutters as if he heard something strange.
"Lena was my wife."
Right, that's how it is.
"But why should I live?"
I answer,
"Someone has to deliver the news."
It wasn't my true intention.
Even at the moment of taking their own lives, everyone deep down desires to live.
Takelan also followed us until the end, even though he lost all his companions.
Was there a reason back then?
Well, I don't think so.
But…
"Right, there was that…"
…people can get back on their feet more easily if there's a reason.
"If you've come to your senses, get behind me."
"…Why are you being so kind to me? You don't even need me now."
I answered honestly, selfishly.
"Because I'll feel a little better if you survive."
Using someone else to alleviate my guilt.
It's similar to what that knight commander bastard did.
The only difference is that I know how cowardly I am.
"...."
I don't know what he thought after hearing my words.
But Takelan joined the group behind me after that conversation.
'I spent a lot of time unintentionally.'
I continue to lead the group.
And I soon see my companions in the passage.
"Bjorn!!"
Misha and Ainar run towards me and greet me enthusiastically as soon as we're close enough.
I roughly push them aside and talk to Raven.
"Raven, anything happen?"
"No…"
"That's good. And you heard the conversation inside?"
"Yes, I did…"
Okay, then I don't have to explain again.
"But why are you avoiding my gaze?"
"No? I wasn't. Look!"
Hmm, really?
She seems strangely awkward around me.
Ah, is it because of the people behind me?
Well, even I think Army Commander Barbarian Mode is intimidating.
Raven regains her composure and speaks as I tease her,
"Anyway, with this many people… we can leave as soon as we finish counting them. It worked out well. We were running out of time."
We were running out of time.
She's not wrong.
But there's one thing we have to do first.
Something that might be the most important thing in overcoming this crisis.
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Kyle Pebrosk.
A 3rd-grade military mage with the title of 'Iron Mage'.
He let out a hearty laugh.
'I was wondering what he was going to do…'
He was a fascinating guy.
To gather all these people and the first thing he does is ask for their names.
"What's your name?"
He approaches each person and asks for their name.
And after hearing their name, he briefly shakes their hand.
"It's nice to meet you, I'm Bjorn, son of Yandel."
Someone even asked the barbarian why he was doing that.
They asked why he was wasting time on introductions when they didn't have time.
And his answer was truly unbelievable.
"There are still many people whose names I don't know."
"So what? What does that have to—"
"It's important to me. So don't interrupt."
The barbarian continued with the introductions as if it were a sacred ritual.
Most people thought it was meaningless.
Even Melter Pend, the leader of the Nartel Clan, who had his own experience and insight, felt the same way.
"…Is there a meaning behind it?"
Kyle smiled at his question, approaching him subtly.
"Melter Pend, why did you decide to follow him?"
"That's…"
Melter Pend hesitated and then spoke.
"Honestly, I thought there must be a reason why you chose him, Mr. Kyle."
"Right, that's also a reason. But it's not all. You have people you're responsible for."
"…Do you know about my situation?"
"I happened to hear about it. You received an offer from that commander bastard, but you refused because you couldn't abandon the rest of your clan members, right?"
"This is… a bit embarrassing."
"What's there to be embarrassed about? I think it was a loyal choice. But to just follow someone else's decision after going to such lengths to protect your clan members…"
"It's hard to understand, even from my perspective."
Melter Pend laughed awkwardly.
And he continued cautiously,
"This might sound strange, but I had a feeling. That it would be safest to stand behind him…"
"So you followed your intuition…"
"It's quite common in this industry. After all, you die if you're unlucky."
"I'm not blaming you. Actually, everyone here is probably not much different from you."
"Yes?"
Although Melter Pend tilted his head, Kyle just said something cryptic.
"Just watch. We'll soon know whether it was a meaningless act or not."
The two of them then observed the barbarian without saying anything. He was still asking for everyone's name one by one.
"…Hans?"
"No, it's Hanbus."
"Ah, really? Nice to meet you! I'll be counting on you."
"The pleasure is all mine!"
He just asked for their name and briefly greeted them.
But something was different from the beginning.
"Teterud. Nice to meet you. That's a nice axe."
"Haha, that's the highest compliment for a dwarf."
"I'll be counting on you later."
"Damn right, don't worry."
The atmosphere was gradually softening.
The corners of their mouths, which had been tense as if covered in thorns, relaxed as they faced a battle where their lives weren't guaranteed.
"Wait, why are you just passing me by?"
"I already asked you when we first met. Davers, was it?"
"Huh, you remember all that?"
"Because we're companions who have to fight together."
Melter Pend finally understood the reason for the change.
That barbarian was naturally gaining trust from all these people.
Just by asking for their names.
"Bjorn, son of Yandel. Are you really planning to hear all these people's names?"
"Is there a problem?"
"No, I just find you to be a truly persistent guy. I'm Humble Elbertin. Let's have a drink if we get out of here."
"Humble Elbertin, I'll remember that."
"I can't miss that. Me too! Me too!"
And the trust wasn't just limited to those who had exchanged names.
The brief conversations they had while revealing their names could also be heard by others.
"We're… no longer strangers."
Melter Pend was truly shocked.
They were people who were forced into the same group, but they were strangers until today.
But now they know each other's names and faces.
They even have a rough understanding of each other's personalities from the conversations they overheard.
The personal relationship each individual had with that barbarian became a common ground.
They intertwined like a spider web, forming a bond.
"Bjorn Yandel, he… could it be that he calculated all of this…?"
"Well, I don't think so."
"It doesn't make sense if he didn't."
"What doesn't?"
"…Because people don't usually do something like that without a reason."
Kyle chuckled.
Indeed, that's usually the case.
The same action usually leads to completely different results.
But…
"Don't try to understand. You should know if you've studied history. There are always people like that in every era."
Because their actions and results are incomprehensible to ordinary people…
…they are considered great.
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The long introduction session ended.
And the moment we finished dividing the thousand people into three groups, following Kyle's advice…
"Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!"
…I couldn't help but let out a battle cry with all my might, expressing my reverence for the ancestor god's blessing.
"Haha… Hey, why are you shouting again? The other barbarians are also shouting because of you."
Uh, sorry about that…
But it can't be helped.
'There's no Hans among all these people.'
Isn't this practically a revelation from the ancestor god?
-x-X-x-
One 3rd-grade explorer.
Nine 4th-grade explorers.
Fourteen regular knights capable of using Aura.
And…
'One 3rd-grade mage.'
These were the key members for this operation.
Well, considering the crisis we're facing, even this number wasn't enough to be certain of anything…
'But it's practically a miracle that we were able to gather this many people.'
The core members had already escaped through Dimensional Gate.
It was only natural that we were lacking top-tier personnel.
After all, how many people would voluntarily stay behind like these people, refusing their survival tickets?
Realistically, this was probably all of them.
'Not bad.'
I glanced to the side with that thought.
A 40-year-old Caucasian man with black hair, wearing a robe, was standing there.
He was the one I found most curious.
Kyle Pebrosk.
A 3rd-grade military mage from the royal family.
I was truly surprised when I learned about his rank.
It's customary in this industry to treat a mage's rank as +1.
Of course, it's not out of respect for mages.
Raven was only 6th-grade, but she was doing the second most work on our team.
It's more accurate to say that the criteria for ranking are different.
But a 3rd-grade mage?
'A 2nd-grade explorer is practically a top-tier player.'
Honestly, I didn't understand why the knight commander left this man here alone.
A 3rd-grade mage? Even if he screamed and protested, they should have taken him with them. He was a top-tier asset, someone whose loss would be greater than the loss of thousands of explorers to the royal family.
'No, maybe that's why the knight commander couldn't take him by force?'
Hmm, that's possible.
To the royal family, the death of this man would be a bigger loss than the death of thousands of explorers.
It's plausible that the commander tried to take him, but failed.
'It must be because of a grudge.'
I asked Kyle why he stayed behind right before we departed, and he answered coldly in a sharp voice.
[I can't run away and leave him behind. It's an opportunity that comes once in a blue moon.]
Unfortunately, he didn't tell me who 'him' was.
But the atmosphere wasn't right to pry further, and it was a good thing for me regardless of his motivation, so we immediately started our journey.
And time passed, and now…
"...."
…I'm running.
At the very forefront of hundreds of people.
Clank, clank.
The formation is simple.
We divided the thousand explorers into three groups, and they were following at a distance.
Although we distributed the forces evenly, most of the key members I mentioned earlier were in the first group.
There were no objections from the rear groups.
They understood too.
That if 'he' appeared, we would be the ones clearing the path amidst all the danger.
"...."
Only a solemn silence, broken only by the sound of running, continues.
Normally, I would have chatted with my companions to relieve the tension…
But it was impossible now.
Because my team members were in a different group.
Clank, clank.
Only warriors and knights, heavily armed like me, are behind me.
Our mission, including mine, is only one.
To open the path when the time comes.
It's naturally the most dangerous position.
So I sent my companions to the back.
The situation was different from before.
It's much safer in the back since there are many people.
[Anything strange back there?]
That's when, as we're running…
…I hear Kyle's voice through the message stone on my waist.
It's from Kyle, who's about 70 meters behind me.
For reference, I placed all our team members near him.
"Nothing."
I feel a bit awkward as I answer.
This type of communication is essential since we have to spread out and use the terrain effectively when moving in a large group…
…but I've never done it when we were in a team.
I wonder if I'll get used to this once I form a clan.
[Okay, I'll relay that to the back. Tell me immediately if something happens. It's about to begin.]
"Alright."
I end the call and look straight ahead.
The fog that was thick a few days ago has completely disappeared, and there's no sign of explorers from Noark.
Only traces of time, bloodstains, and corpses, fill the area.
But…
'It's about time.'
My heart pounds uneasily as time passes.
It's only natural.
It's been over 30 minutes since the crystals on the cave walls started emitting a red light, signifying the appearance of the ninth Floor Master.
"This way."
I suddenly turn right at a fork in the road.
And at the same time, a warrior behind me marks the wall.
It's also the reason why I'm leading the way.
A vanguard with navigation skills is usually—
"Halt."
I clear my thoughts and stop everyone.
The crystal that was emitting a bright red light was losing its glow and turning black.
After about 3 seconds…
…the entire passage was plunged into darkness.
Whoosh.
I light the torch I prepared beforehand and say,
"Everyone, brace yourselves."
I suddenly remember a quote by Einstein.
He said he didn't know what weapons would be used in World War III, but World War IV would be fought with sticks and stones.
Of course, it's not a perfect analogy for my current situation.
But one thing is clear.
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「Special condition - Nine Fears fulfilled.」
「The Lord of the Abyss, Verzak, starts to roam the floor.」
It's time to return to the basics.
「Field effect - Abyssal Fog applied.」
「All usage effects are deactivated.」
「Mana efficiency reduced to 1/4.」
「Monsters exposed to the Abyssal Fog evolve into superior beings.」
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Click.
I insert the torch into the slot on my helmet.
It's the Barbarian Candle Mode.
Although it's a mode I haven't used in a long time, I'm not embarrassed.
Because all the other warriors are doing the same.
"Huhu, it's been a while since I used a torch."
"I agree."
Our vision is restored as everyone inserts torches into their helmets. And the black fog surrounding us becomes clearer.
It's similar to the darkness of the labyrinth that appears from the 2nd floor onwards.
Darkness that devours light.
'Visibility is about 2 meters.'
It's shorter than I thought.
Well, in the game, I always brought several Archmages with me when I fought Verzak.
I never had to face this kind of situation because I summoned him after preparing a perfect environment.
"I heard about it, but it's more dangerous than I thought."
Tension fills the air among the experienced warriors.
That's how important vision is in battle.
For example, in the United States, 21 feet (6.4 meters) is recommended as the ideal distance for confronting a criminal.
It's difficult to react properly if the criminal is closer and charges with a knife.
For reference, that's for 'guns'.
They need that much distance to aim and pull the trigger at a 'human' charging at full speed.
But 2 meters…?
[We have to move quickly.]
I'm interrupted from my mental preparation as Kyle's voice comes through the message stone.
"We were inserting torches. We'll depart now."
I inform the warriors and then move forward, covering my upper body with my shield.
And…
Clank, clank.
…I gradually increase my pace.
It's one of the reasons why the current situation is so difficult, and why I only included strong warriors and knights in the vanguard.
To have to run with a visibility of 2 meters.
"Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!"
I shout to shake off my fear and push off the ground.
We'll never reach our destination if we just walk slowly.
Right, we already know it's dangerous.
"Le, let's go!!"
The warriors also gather their courage and follow as I run into the darkness first.
Well, they'll be better off since I'm illuminating the path—
"Kyaaaaaaaaaak!!"
A beast roars and charges towards us from the darkness.
It's much bigger than anything we've encountered on the 1st floor.
Well, it's also because I'm not using [Gigantification] this time.
Thwack!
I smash the beast's jaw with my shield.
And at the same time, the warrior to my right swings his double-edged axe at its neck.
Clang!
The axe penetrates the flesh, but it gets caught on the bone.
I can't help but feel a bitter taste in my mouth.
The dwarf who just swung that axe is a 4th-grade warrior. And he's not even a guardian, but a melee damage dealer.
But he couldn't kill it in one shot…
"Kyaaaaaaaaaak!"
The beast charges towards us again, despite the deep wound on its neck.
I smash its head with my mace.
Thwack!
It probably didn't die from this either.
I didn't even use [Swing], my only attack skill.
Well, to be precise, I couldn't use it.
「All usage effects are deactivated.」
Active skills are sealed in the 'Abyssal Fog'.
Although I can still use the Corpse Golem's [Acidic Fluid], I can't use [Flesh Explosion].
That's why I can't use [Gigantification] right now.
'It really feels like I'm back to the beginning.'
A strange sense of loss washes over me.
I remember the early days when I had nothing.
That's probably the biggest reason why the other warriors are so afraid of the darkness beyond.
Because one of their greatest weapons is gone.
But…
"What are you guys doing! Follow me!"
…the base stats from the essences are still there.
We can still use passives, and we have the equipment we worked hard to buy.
Well, we can't use the equipment's usage effects or scrolls…
…but permanent options like the 50% shock absorption from the Guardian Corps Insignia still apply.
"Leave the ones you can't kill to the back!"
We ignore the beast and run into the darkness again. We'll never reach our destination in time if we try to kill each and every one of them.
"Kyaaaaaaaaaak!"
"Woof! Woof!"
Beasts appear in groups every few steps.
They're about 1.5 times bigger than a lion.
But their appearance is the same as the Blade Wolves that commonly appear in the eastern district of the 1st floor.
Their strength is on a completely different level, though.
「Killed Abyssal Blade Wolf. EXP +5」
They're 5th-grade monsters, the same level as trolls.
We have to break through them without active skills.
That's why I focused on recruiting warriors.
Sorcerers, summoners, necromancers, and other classes that rely heavily on skills would be useless in this event.
On the other hand, warriors usually have high base stats.
"Aak, my arm…!"
"Priest, heal him quickly!"
But casualties start to appear as we break through.
Just like how my combat power has decreased significantly after losing [Gigantification], the other explorers aren't used to their current selves.
Ah, and the Abyssal Blade Wolf's skill also plays a part.
「Abyssal Blade Wolf has cast [Inner Madness].」
[Inner Madness], the active skill that Blade Wolves acquire after evolving in the Abyssal Fog.
The effect is simple.
Clank.
The caster's defense stats are all removed, and their offensive stats, like sharpness, destructive power, and penetration, are increased proportionally—
"Kyaaaak!"
I hurriedly cover my face with my shield, clearing my thoughts.
Clang!
I hear a grinding sound from beyond the shield as I block the claws.
But I'm more worried about my body than the repair costs.
4th-tier Moonstone is at this point?
'Even I wouldn't be able to endure this with my bare body.'
It's only natural that casualties are appearing.
Their claws can tear through 2nd-tier metal like paper.
'Phew, if an essence drops, I'll absorb it right away.'
I didn't find their essences appealing when I triggered this event in the late game.
But it's different for me now.
First, their base stats are high for a 5th-grade monster…
…and the skill is decent.
With this skill, I can temporarily change my position from a tank to a damage dealer.
Well, it's a skill I can't use in the current situation.
'But their base stats are really high.'
Any increase in stats would be a big help.
I can just remove the essence later at the temple.
1 million stones isn't that expensive anymore.
"Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!"
I shout to boost morale.
And it's not just me.
Everyone is shouting, calling out to what they believe in to overcome their fear.
"For Lafdonia!"
The loyal knights call out to the royal family that abandoned them.
"Ailey!!"
Someone calls out their wife's name.
"May the starlight guide me!"
Someone asks for help from their god.
After some time…
[It's time to switch.]
…Kyle's voice comes through the message stone, and the warriors and knights who were conserving their strength in the rear switch places with the vanguard.
"…Are you okay?"
The dwarf warrior who was fighting the hardest next to me asks with concern.
Honestly, I want to rest too.
But…
"Someone has to navigate at the front."
"You can just call another scout and have them do it."
"Another scout…"
I can't help but chuckle.
Most scouts have low combat power.
And he's saying to call them here, where even heavily armed warriors and knights are getting their flesh torn and their organs spilled?
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
"…I'll be back soon."
Geez, he's loyal after just fighting together for a while.
"I'll be waiting."
The dwarf warrior also retreats, and new people fill the spots behind and next to me.
They're not unfamiliar.
We already introduced ourselves before departing.
"Elbertin, Davers, Karkin, good to see you. I'll be counting on you."
"Haha, you look like a mess already."
"How about you rest in the back? We'll open the path from now on."
The warriors offer their consideration, looking at my tattered equipment and the blood that's still flowing.
"I can still endure. I'll tell you when I need a break."
"Stubborn."
"That's why so many people gathered around him."
"Damn it, those bastards don't even give us time to greet each other."
We're forced to resume our journey before we can even finish our brief conversation as a beast appears in front of us.
"Everyone, be careful, they're different from ordinary Blade Wolves."
"We know."
"As if they weren't already jumping out from side paths enough."
"It was intense back there too. Many have already died."
What?
"Died…?"
"They don't have a priest there."
Right, that's how it is.
We placed all the priests on the front lines.
But that doesn't mean it's safer here.
There were casualties even in that battle.
And…
'The divine power will eventually run out.'
We had the injured retreat and use potions to conserve divine power.
But it's also just a matter of time.
Then this place will turn into an even worse hell.
'Misha…'
I shake my head.
Although I'm worried about my companions who are in the back, if something happened, they would have contacted me through the message stone.
'Let's focus on what I have to do.'
I dismiss my thoughts and put my weight into my shield.
I swing my mace when necessary.
Sometimes I shout, sometimes I lose my balance and fall, but I quickly get back up.
Thwack! Thwack! Slash! Kwaaang!
Beasts bleeding black blood, cut by maces, swords, or Aura unleashed by knights.
Their blood covers my body over and over again.
Time passes.
"Huff, huff."
The warriors, who focused on physical stats, breathe heavily and groan.
It's that kind of battle.
Even I, who prided myself on experiencing all sorts of chaos, am struggling to maintain my composure.
Is that why?
When I come to my senses, another warrior is standing next to me.
Since when?
"Davers, when did Elbertin go back?"
"...."
"Is he dead?"
"Yes."
…I see.
We were supposed to have a drink together later.
"Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!"
I keep moving forward, as if fueling myself by burning away even fleeting emotions.
And I give the priests orders to prioritize healing others, not me.
Potions are enough for me since I have Pain Resistance, and besides…
Smirk.
…honestly, I don't even know anymore.
Is my judgment clouded because I've been fighting so much?
Or have my barbarian instincts awakened because I'm surrounded by warriors?
Because we've become acquainted?
Well, maybe it's because I've seen too many deaths recently.
I was a sacrificial pawn to someone.
And I also treated others as sacrificial pawns.
It was a natural fact until a few days ago.
I didn't feel any resentment or unfairness.
That was the world, and I chose to adapt.
But…
Thump!
…what is this feeling?
I wasn't this kind of person.
But…
Thump!
…my heart is burning.
My head.
The warmth of the flowing blood.
The stickiness.
Thump!
Right, it's only natural for me to be insane.
"Aaaaaaaaaaa!!!"
I stop trying to find a reason.
I don't know why, but something stirs inside me every time someone following me dies.
It's a desire I've never felt before.
Thump!
I want to…
Save my companions.
And the countless people following me.
Thump!
I want to return alive.
「Character's health is below 20%.」
「All resistance and defense stats are increased to their maximum due to the passive skill [Hero's Path].」
Even if it means burning everything I have.
-x-X-x-
I wasn't like this before.
Then, what was I like?
Little Lee Hansu, who spent most of his childhood in the hospital, was an ordinary child.
He admired heroes.
And he believed he would become someone special someday.
But that child learned as he grew up.
Emotions are just emotions.
In the end, the ones who could laugh and live were those who thought and acted rationally.
Therefore…
'Misha, Ainar, Raven, the bear-like man.'
I engrave my priorities in my mind once again.
No matter what happens, I'll return alive with them.
But even as I make that resolution…
Clang!
…I block a beast's claws that were aiming for my companion with my shield.
"Are you okay?"
"Ah, ah! Thank you…"
I want to save even one more person, I don't want to let go of this desire that's burning my heart and mind.
My head is hot.
As hot as my breath.
Was I always this passionate?
"Davers, go back and rest if you're tired."
"…I'm not."
"…?"
"Not until you go rest."
Why are warriors so stubborn?
Although I regret asking for their names, I'm also glad I did.
I dismiss my doubts.
And my regrets.
As if I've really become a game character, I only think about one thing.
The Shield Barbarian, built to protect companions.
Bjorn Yandel, who followed that build to the letter.
What's the thing he's best at?
No, what's the thing he has to do?
I know the answer.
「Body regenerates quickly due to [Moderate Healing] effect.」
I'm still barely holding on, like walking a tightrope, maintaining my tattered state with just potions.
Even though I know I would be much safer if I received the priest's care.
I don't ask for healing instead of potions.
[Hero's Path], the Orc Hero's passive skill that increases defense stats as health decreases.
"Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!"
The more I burn my life force…
…the tougher I become.
Then I can save more people, and those who survive will help overcome the remaining obstacles.
Right, so…
"We're almost there!!"
…this is a rational choice.
Let's trust and move forward.
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About 9 hours have passed since we left the center.
The first two hours were spent sprinting with all our might, and the remaining seven hours were spent clearing the path through the 'Abyssal Fog'.
There were many casualties.
Horrible things happened, things that can't be summarized in a few sentences.
But…
"We're here."
…we finally reached our first destination.
Right, our first destination.
[How is it? Is the portal open?]
I swallowed my groan and answered calmly,
"No, the portal is destroyed."
What greeted us after we crossed countless corpses and blood was a scene of destruction.
There was nothing where the stele and the portal should have been.
Clench.
For the first time in a while, I felt a surge of anger at the absurdity.
So many warriors died…
Each of them had families, and they were beings who carried precious things that couldn't be replaced…
[It was a wasted trip.]
"...."
[Get a grip. There are still two portals left. We have to decide where to go.]
I forcefully suppress my overflowing emotions and try to clear my head.
And I think.
North or south?
[Please make a decision quickly.]
There's no time to contemplate leisurely.
The battle is still raging.
"Yandel, don't feel pressured. How can you even choose? It's just luck."
"Haha, a warrior makes decisions with their heart, not their head!"
"We'll follow you, no matter what you choose."
"Even if it's the wrong choice, no one can blame you. If there's anyone like that, I'll split their head open with my axe."
The warriors who have crossed the line of death with me several times offer words of comfort.
They're strange people.
How can they smile when they're in that state?
Smirk.
I close my eyes.
'We only have one chance left.'
Realistically, it's impossible to check all three portals.
We judged that we only had two chances, both in terms of time and strength, and we chose the east as our first destination.
There were several reasons.
1. If we chose the east, we could still choose between north and south even if the first attempt failed.
We could change our route if we obtained new information during the expedition.
2. Abyssal Blade Wolves are less troublesome than other monsters.
It's also the path with the least casualties.
And…
3. It's difficult for Noark to set up an encirclement in the Beast's Lair.
I judged that it would be advantageous for us if a battle broke out.
We could just endure while backing up against the walls on three sides and then go down to the 1st floor when Day 7 ended.
'…Damn it.'
I belatedly realize something after organizing my thoughts like this.
'It was a bad judgment from the beginning.'
It was reasonable for me to choose the east.
But what about from the other side's perspective?
'I was short-sighted.'
I only made plans that were advantageous to me.
It would be the best-case scenario for me if it succeeded.
I acted while imagining the best possible outcome.
But it's obvious that everyone else would be doing the same.
'Where would they have chosen?'
I asked myself again.
Which portal would be most advantageous to Noark?
The answer came quickly.
'North.'
The Goblin Forest.
No matter how I thought about it, there was no better option for them.
There were three reasons.
1. Abyssal Goblins are the most troublesome of the four monsters on the 1st floor.
Many casualties would be inevitable if we tried to break through this path.
2. There are no terrain features to act as walls, so encirclement is possible.
And they even have an advantage in battle.
And most importantly…
3. The Goblin Forest is the closest to the 3rd floor.
This is the most crucial part.
They would have wanted to go up to the upper floors and mine magic stones after this operation since they were struggling with a food shortage after stopping exploration for six months.
After all, everyone in this world is an efficiency freak.
'You idiot.'
I already knew about the food shortage.
That's why I thought there wouldn't be many people stationed in front of the 2nd floor.
So I made this plan, believing in that.
But I didn't connect it to the Goblin Forest.
Even after simulating it countless times.
'One out of three, my ass. I just wanted it to be the easy path.'
I curse at my own stupidity.
But I grab the message stone instead of dwelling on my self-reproach.
Clench.
It's not the time for me to collapse alone.
The milk has already been spilled.
So, what's important now is how we deal with it.
"We're going north."
Kyle's voice came through the message stone as I informed him of my decision.
[Goblin Forest…]
"Do you have something to say?"
[No, actually, I was going to recommend that place if you didn't choose anything. I've been thinking about it, and it seems suspicious.]
Right, he also had the same thought.
It would have been better if we had realized it sooner.
Both of us.
'Enough complaining.'
I resumed leading the group.
Our destination is the Goblin Forest to the north.
"Ha, the break is over."
"Let's go. We can rest after we get out of here."
Instead of going back the way we came, we changed direction and took a detour, even if it meant going a longer distance.
"Grrr…!"
"Kyaaaaaaaaaak!"
As expected, beasts appear as soon as we leave the portal area.
We fight our way through them again, shedding blood.
And after some time…
"Gr륵, Grrr!!"
…Abyssal Goblins start to appear.
It means we've moved a considerable distance from the eastern district where Blade Wolves appear.
"Grrr."
A small physique, no different from usual.
But a goblin with skin as black as night stares at me.
"Krrk, Krrr!!"
He's smiling.
Just like when I first fell into this cave.
"Battle stations!"
We're about to embark on a difficult path.
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Level 9 monster, Goblin.
These guys are nothing special.
Just watch out for traps, and even those traps can be neutralized with a decent pair of boots.
But…
「Killed Abyssal Goblin. EXP +5」
…5th-grade Abyssal Goblins are different.
These damn bastards transform into beings that are even more troublesome than trolls.
「Abyssal Goblin has cast [Random Trap].」
The active skill, [Random Trap].
The effect is simple.
Clank.
When triggered, a random skill below 5th grade is cast on the target.
Ah, for reference, buffs are excluded.
Only offensive and curse-type skills are activated.
Whoosh!
The moment I hear the trap being triggered, a warrior is engulfed in flames.
I recognize it as soon as I see it.
[Extinction Flame]
It's one of the top single-target damage skills among 5th-grade skills.
"Damn iiiit!! Priest! Priest, Prieeeest—!"
The priest, whom he had been calling for, immediately casts a heal, but it's useless.
Thud.
The warrior, who had been clearing the path at the forefront for over two hours, collapses, charred black.
It's a truly meaningless death.
That's what's so annoying about Abyssal Goblins.
"Krrk, Krrr!!"
No matter what build you have, there's always a counter, but random attacks?
You can die in one shot if you're unlucky.
And on top of that…
"Damn it, this is driving me crazy."
…you can't detect Abyssal Goblin traps with your eyes or magic.
You just have to step on them.
"I, I can't go any further. I'm sorry."
The warrior who smiled and returned after getting his arm torn off by a Blade Wolf steps back.
I can understand.
It would be different if I was injured because I was weak or couldn't dodge the enemy's attacks.
But to die just because you're unlucky?
It would be difficult for even an experienced warrior to overcome that psychological fear.
Therefore…
"I'll go first."
I step forward.
It's not like I'm not afraid…
And I don't have a noble heart that would allow me to smile and sacrifice myself for everyone…
"Follow me."
…but we're doomed if everyone is scared.
Clank.
Someone has to take the first step, overcoming their fear.
Right, there has to be at least one.
"Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!"
I overcome my fear and increase my speed.
Clank.
A trap is triggered every twenty steps.
「Character's stamina is greatly decreased.」
A curse-type debuff.
「Character's body burns, and regeneration is temporarily sealed.」
The continuous fire attack, [Leech Flame].
「Character's Cold damage taken is temporarily greatly increased.」
A downpour…
Kwaaang!
…and a real lightning bolt.
All sorts of skills are stacked on me.
But I keep moving forward.
Trusting in the +200 Magic Resistance I obtained from the Manticore.
Believing that the first step I took won't be meaningless.
Clank.
I continue to take steps forward.
I hear people's voices from afar.
But it doesn't last long.
"I, I…"
"Stop being pathetic and step back. I'll go next."
"Damn it, why… why me…"
Those who stop and fall are passed by those who follow behind me.
"We're following the great warrior!!"
"Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!"
Barbarians first.
"Haha! You said you have a family, didn't you? People like me, who are alone, should do this kind of thing."
The leader who lost his team.
"…This is also fulfilling my duty as a knight. I'll be next."
The abandoned knight.
"This is crazy. I've never seen anything like this."
"Ha, how the hell are we supposed to get out of here?"
"I've been thinking this since earlier, but he's truly insane."
The murmurs grow louder.
And I can feel the presence of my companions right behind me.
But I don't look back.
What we need in this situation isn't someone who doubts and worries.
It's someone who moves forward silently.
"You guys are crazy! Do you think anyone will acknowledge you for this?! Huh? A hero?"
I don't blame those who collapse.
"Damn it… but I'm still going. Someone has to do it."
I move forward with those who get back up.
Clank.
To avoid discarding anything else.
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When I come to my senses, I'm being carried on Ainar's back.
But I don't ask what happened.
Because this is already the third time.
I fainted after stepping on traps over and over again.
"How much time has passed?"
"Please… rest a bit longer, Bjorn… okay?"
I ignore Misha's concern and get off Ainar's back.
I see Kyle.
He'll tell me.
"How much time has passed?"
"We'll arrive in about two hours."
"Right, I see."
It seems like I was unconscious for about 30 minutes.
The priests' divine power has already run out.
I wonder how many people died at the front while I was gone.
"Mister…"
Erwen grabs my wrist as I'm about to start walking again.
"Can't you… not go…?"
"...."
"The others are clearing the path now. Right?"
It's a selfish but tempting suggestion.
And it's something I would have considered rational in the past.
But…
"I have to go."
"Why… why are you doing this?"
"Because I'm sick of seeing people die."
I have high magic resistance.
So I only fainted after stepping on hundreds of traps.
It's just a 5th-grade skill.
Even without [Gigantification], my body is very strong.
And I realized that I won't die from this crazy thing.
So…
"Move aside."
I push Erwen aside and head towards the front.
My companions don't stop me this time.
I soon rejoin the vanguard as I increase my speed.
"You're back."
The passage is blocked by almost 200 warriors.
I gathered all the warriors I could find, regardless of group, so this is the result.
This place is different from the Blade Wolf district.
If someone just steps on the traps at the front, the enemies that appear from the side paths aren't that dangerous.
The condition is to be 5th grade or higher.
And to have high defense stats.
Ah, although I also accepted melee damage dealers, I completely excluded non-warrior classes.
The Abyssal Goblin's unique characteristic isn't just its traps.
They use throwing weapons.
They're called 'Monster Pouches'.
When thrown, they explode, and a random monster below 5th grade appears.
And right in front of you, at that.
It's an environment that fragile spellcasters and archers can't endure.
"…Is that a priest on your back?"
"Ah, just leave us alone. He keeps passing out after using divine power."
For reference, it's not just a priest.
Warriors who were seriously injured and retreated are being carried on the backs of other warriors, two per person.
They'll probably get up and carry another warrior when they regain consciousness.
"I see. Make sure to stop him when he wakes up. We have to save it for when we really need it."
"But this priest is so stubborn, he doesn't listen to us."
"Then just knock him out beforehand."
"Oh, that's a good idea."
The warrior nods in understanding, even though I just told him to commit sacrilege against a priest.
It's not a situation where we can be picky.
"Then I'll go first."
Just as I'm about to move forward, nodding…
…the warriors push me back with their shoulders.
Wait a minute, did I just get shoulder-checked?
It's my first time experiencing this since waking up in this body.
"…What the hell is this?"
The warriors shrug nonchalantly as I ask.
"Can't you see the line here?"
"Even if you're the leader, you have to follow the rules."
"Bjorn Yandel, do you think you're some kind of hero?"
What?
No, what the hell is this bullshit?
It's ridiculous, but the warriors' expressions are serious.
"Rest a bit longer, Yandel."
"You deserve it."
I don't know if I should be happy or not.
Just as I'm watching the situation…
"Hey, stop!!"
…I hear a commotion from the front.
Stop in this situation?
Something must have happened.
"Move aside."
I hurriedly push past the warriors and move forward.
Even the flustered warriors don't stop me this time.
"Uh, uh?"
"Wait!"
"Yandel? Why are you here?"
"We agreed to let you rest…"
Familiar explorers greet me as I reach the forefront. But there's something I need to take care of before their questions.
What was the commotion about?
I didn't even have to ask, the answer was right in front of me.
"Anyway, you came just in time. Yandel, is that the thing the mage mentioned?"
Beyond the passage.
A giant eye is blinking at me from the darkness that devours light.
"Yeah, I think so."
I sighed and nodded.
There's no point in denying it.
Now that we've made eye contact, it's practically confirmed that we'll encounter the Lord of the Abyss, Verzak.
Well, it's a miracle that we haven't met him yet.
"So, what are we going to do?"
What else is there to do? Follow the plan.
"Everyone, get back."
I grab my mace and step forward.
The giant eye just blinks, not retreating, even though I'm approaching with a weapon.
It's a creepy gaze.
Therefore…
'Geez, have you never seen a barbarian before?'
I shove my mace into its eye with all my might.
Kwagic!
As expected of a 9th-grade token monster, the eye disappears into light with a single hit.
「Killed Abyssal Watcher. EXP +1」
「The Lord of the Abyss, Verzak, is starting to take a strong interest in you.」
Phew, I'm already having to work hard again, even though I just woke up.
I take out my message stone and report to Kyle.
"I just killed the Abyssal Watcher. Come here quickly."
It's time to move on to Plan B.
-x-X-x-
The Lord of the Abyss, Verzak.
A Floor Master whose actual combat power is lower than the 3rd floor's Riakis, but whose difficulty is several times higher.
It's because the 'Abyssal Fog' is OP.
Active skill and usage effect seal.
Mana efficiency reduced by 75%.
And 5th-grade Abyssal Monsters that constantly appear as trash mobs and interfere.
Because of these harsh conditions, it's difficult to even attempt to defeat him unless it's in the late game.
There are too many prerequisites.
High-grade Numbered Items with permanent effects, not usage effects.
A top-tier tank capable of solo holding.
A damage dealer who can use Aura, or someone of a similar level.
As many priests as possible.
And several mages who can still be effective even with 25% mana efficiency.
It's recommended that all participants have at least 5th-tier equipment, and even then, the casualties will be high if you don't prepare special consumables.
But even with all that…
…it's practically a guaranteed failure from Day 7 onwards.
Because additional patterns are unlocked regardless of the phase.
In other words, it means that it's impossible for us to defeat him in our current state.
But…
[It seems like he's finally noticed us. I'll be there soon.]
…we should be able to buy some time.
I checked the time while waiting for Kyle to arrive.
[19:34]
Day 5, 7:34 PM.
We had desperately fought our way through and checked the eastern portal, and we were now only about two hours away from the Goblin Forest.
It was a valuable result achieved through the warriors' sacrifices.
But it would be a lie to say there wasn't a bit of luck involved.
"Yandel, are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be okay? I expected to encounter him at some point."
Actually, it was a stroke of luck that we only encountered him now.
The expedition party that chose a different direction instead of us was probably suffering heavy losses.
"...."
Just how many people died needlessly?
My head suddenly cooled down, but I didn't feel guilty.
We were all in the same situation.
We agreed to be bait for each other.
If we had encountered him earlier, the other expedition parties would have been able to break through more easily.
"Sorry for making you wait."
Kyle arrived after about 5 minutes, bringing the forces for Plan B.
Six 5th-grade mages.
Three knights and three warriors.
I couldn't hide my doubt as I quickly scanned their numbers.
"Why are there so few of you?"
The number of mages was the same, but the rest had significantly decreased.
What was the reason?
"The rest are all dead."
Right, they weren't just playing around in the back.
Six people short.
Then who should I fill those spots with?
"Ah, for reference, your companions said they wanted to come, but I stopped them. I'll have to hear them complain later."
Complain…
But six isn't enough, is it?
Ah, maybe the fairy sisters also volunteered.
"…Thank you."
I thanked Kyle and then glanced at the warriors around me.
And I spoke brightly,
"As you all heard, we're six people short. I'm sorry you're all in such a state, but is there anyone who wants to come with us?"
Someone answered before I could even finish my sentence.
"I'll go. With you."
Alexandros Bell, a 5th-grade warrior.
He was a member of a large clan, but he was abandoned here because he wasn't a priority.
"I was getting bored just stepping on traps, this is great!"
Karkin, the third son of Tion.
He was a barbarian warrior in his thirties, who was active in a clan with 10 members.
I was surprised to see a tribesman who was 4th grade.
"Don't forget your promise to buy me a drink when we get out!"
Milton Teterud.
He was the leader of a clan composed solely of dwarves.
But they didn't explore together, they usually lent their clan members to other teams as mercenaries.
It was a clan that was closer to a guild.
"...."
Although it was the time for me to express my gratitude…
…I was speechless.
Honestly, I didn't expect this situation.
It was different from before.
We were only two hours away from the portal.
Even if it's a fleeting hope that will disappear the moment we reach despair, hope is hope.
Even those who were clearing the path, treating their lives like straw, wouldn't want to die.
I thought there would be very few people who would volunteer to be bait for the boss monster, especially after suffering this much damage just from fighting trash mobs.
But what was the reality?
"Oh, so I can join that drinking party if I follow him?"
"I'm more interested in something else. If I just close my eyes and follow him once, I'll have a story to brag about for the rest of my life."
"Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!"
"Take me with you. I've always been curious about that Verzak bastard's face."
Countless explorers volunteered.
Just because they trusted the plan Kyle and I made?
Or because their brains were releasing endorphins due to the heated atmosphere?
Well, that's also a reason.
But one thing was clear.
"You guys… are all crazy."
It wasn't a choice a sane person would make.
But did my words sound strange?
A brief silence fell.
"…You're not wrong. I think everyone would say that if we told them this story outside."
Someone agreed.
"But coming from you?"
Someone laughed incredulously.
I didn't have anything to say.
I just did what I had to do.
But…
'Does that mean they're the same?'
My heart pounded as if I was also going crazy.
But my head needed to be cold.
I chose six people from the countless volunteers.
The only criterion was this:
Who would be the best fit.
It wasn't difficult to choose since we had been fighting together all day.
I already knew their fighting styles.
"Hey! Why are you leaving me behind?!"
The dwarf clan leader, Teterud, protested as soon as I made my decision.
"Don't tell me, you think I'll hold you back?"
"There's no way."
"Then why? I won't let you go until you tell me!"
Geez, he's so stubborn, even though he's so small.
It seemed like the magic circle was almost complete, so I briefly explained.
"Someone needs to lead this place while I'm gone."
Teterud was a 4th-grade explorer.
He was skilled, and he knew how to handle people since he was a clan leader.
He was the perfect person to take charge of the front lines.
Actually, I heard that he had been taking the lead whenever I fainted.
"…Tsk."
He didn't bother me any further, as if he understood, although he seemed dissatisfied.
"Yandel, we're ready. It's about time for him to come anyway."
Phew, right.
I sent them off as soon as I heard Kyle's words that the magic circle was complete.
"That's it, you guys go now. The scout Kyle brought will guide you. I heard he's quite tough, but just in case, make sure he doesn't die."
"You're talking like you're a father. Enough, we'll be going. See you later. Definitely. Got it?"
"You're the one who sounds like a father."
"I do have a child in the city. Alright, let's go!"
I moved to the side so I wouldn't block their path, and Teterud took the lead, stepping on traps and opening the way, and the warriors followed.
They each said something as they passed by.
"Don't die."
"Hmm, strangely, I don't think you'll die. See you later!"
Most of them were words of encouragement and support.
Those words continued for a while even after the warrior group passed. Some expressed their gratitude, and some apologized.
It happened over and over again.
"Why are they doing that?"
Kyle chuckled at my question.
"Because your message stone was on the whole time. Everyone knows what's happening at the front."
Right, so that's how it is.
"Bjorn…"
My team members also appeared as the procession continued.
Misha looked like she was about to cry when she saw my condition. Raven and the bear-like man also had troubled expressions.
"Don't make a fuss and just go. You're blocking the path if you stay here."
"I, I won't let you off the hook if you come back injured."
Hmm, telling a tank not to get injured? That's practically a threat.
That thought crossed my mind, but I swallowed my words.
'It's not bad.'
What's wrong with being scolded a bit?
After all, I'm doing all this to have that kind of everyday life.
"I'll leave it to you."
"Yes, don't worry. I'll definitely protect our team even without you, Mr. Yandel. Miss Ainar? Let's go."
"Ugh, o, okay! Don't pull my hair!"
Raven then left, carrying Ainar, who was whining about wanting to follow me.
And the procession continued.
They looked like refugees escaping through a tunnel during wartime.
Whoosh.
Flickering torches.
The groans of the injured being carried on their companions' backs.
Broken equipment.
Bloodstains.
Sadness in their eyes.
Sweat dripping from their limping steps.
I didn't even have to ask Kyle to know.
Just like how I had a lot going on, today must have been a long day for them too.
"Well, they're all gone now."
The first group, which I was a part of, as well as the 2nd and 3rd groups, which were following the marks we left on the passage, had all passed us.
It didn't take long.
After all, they were running, even if it was just a jog.
And the number of people had decreased significantly compared to the beginning.
"It's gotten eerily quiet."
The surroundings darkened as soon as everyone left.
Could it be because the flickering torches were illuminating the surroundings while the procession was passing by?
The contrast was clear.
It felt like we were the only ones left in this isolated world.
'It's about time…'
I raised my shield.
And I looked beyond the passage.
"He's here."
A visibility of 2 meters.
Hundreds of eyes were watching us from the darkness of the labyrinth beyond.
The Lord of the Abyss, Verzak.
He had arrived.
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The biggest concern I had when I first made the plan was, of course, Verzak.
No matter how I thought about it, it was impossible to escape from this bastard with just a few hundred people.
It was practically a guaranteed wipeout the moment we encountered him.
Well, quite a few people would survive if we scattered and ran away since the aggro would be all over the place…
But what could we do after being scattered?
We wouldn't even be able to fight on the 2nd floor, let alone break through the trash mobs and reach the portal.
Therefore…
"Can you use the magic circle right away?"
…we came up with Plan B.
But we could only use this strategy once with the resources we had.
"Don't worry, I've checked the magic circle several times."
We would all die if Plan B failed.
And even if it succeeded, we would be wiped out if we encountered the Abyssal Watcher again.
Ah, for reference, this was also one of the reasons why I set the maximum number of portal searches to two.
By that time, countless expedition parties would have disappeared.
I judged that the probability of encountering Verzak again was too high, even if we managed to get past him once.
"Battle stations."
Everyone took out their weapons and got ready to fight as soon as the eyes appeared in the darkness.
They knew what those eyes meant because of Kyle's explanation.
"...."
These intangible eyes were an effect that appeared around Verzak.
For reference, the radius was about 2 kilometers, according to the game's setting.
But they weren't just background images.
All those eyes shared vision with him.
In other words, Verzak was already watching us.
"As you all know, our goal is to endure as long as possible. Until the other explorers escape from his line of sight."
Kyle, as if he was also nervous, repeated the explanation he had already given several times.
"Do you think we're idiots? We all remember. You also said we just have to endure for about 10 minutes, right?"
"That's right. I apologize. But there's one more thing. I forgot to mention it earlier… no matter what happens, protect Yandel."
"Huh? Yandel? Alright."
"Aren't you going to ask why?"
"Everyone knows. That we can only return alive if he survives."
Everyone nodded at a warrior's words.
"I was going to say that if Yandel, who killed the Abyssal Watcher, dies, he might target the main force, but…"
Kyle laughed awkwardly and stopped talking.
"Well, whatever. It doesn't really matter even if I say it."
"Haha! Right, it doesn't matter what the reason is as long as the result is the same."
"That's a very valid opinion. But it seems like warriors and mages are no different in this aspect."
The light conversation softened the tense atmosphere.
Unfortunately, it didn't last long.
Whoosh!
A shadow shot towards us, sharp as a stiletto.
Kwaaang!
I felt pain in the back of my hand as soon as I blocked it with my shield.
It wasn't deep.
Just a small puncture.
'Phew, I can't calculate the damage since this is my first time encountering him in such an unprepared state.'
I can't believe my Moonstone shield was pierced by a normal attack.
Is it because I'm not in [Gigantification] state?
The warriors' expressions hardened as they saw my pierced shield.
Kyle muttered as if to boost morale,
"…Just endure for 10 minutes."
It already seemed like an eternity.
But I couldn't help but laugh.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Warriors laugh when they're in pain."
I looked ahead.
A shadow was flickering in the darkness.
The Lord of the Abyss, Verzak.
One of the bosses that could only be defeated in the late game.
A monster among monsters that we could only endure against in our current state.
But so what?
"Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!"
He's just one of the many hurdles we have to overcome.
To end this unusually long day…
…and greet tomorrow.
-x-X-x-
Darkness, just a few steps away.
We maintain a tight formation, relying on the flickering torches.
Unfriendly gazes surround us.
'Geez, they're staring.'
Hundreds of eyes gleaming in the darkness.
It's like we've entered a cruel fairy tale, characterized by a gloomy and eerie atmosphere.
Of course, it's just the atmosphere.
The outcome depends on us.
If we overcome this adversity, it will become a story of hope.
And if we crumble, it will just be a cruel tale.
Whoosh!
The stiletto-shaped shadow that was embedded in my shield is pulled back into the darkness.
It's already happened several times.
This bastard is being shy since it's our first meeting, just poking us from afar with normal attacks.
'Is this a good thing for us, who are trying to buy time?'
I check the condition of my equipment with that thought.
My shield is riddled with holes.
A warrior next to me mutters,
"You'll have to buy a new shield when we get out."
It's a statement based on the premise that we'll survive.
I chuckle and answer,
"Ah, I'll have to."
We're going to survive.
As many of us as possible.
Swoosh.
After four consecutive normal attacks, I hear movement from the darkness.
Right, the probing is over?
Swoosh.
He appears with an eerie gust of wind.
He's about 2 meters tall.
He's wearing a ragged robe, like something a dead person would wear, and he has no weapons.
His silhouette is that of a basic human form.
But like an incorporeal monster…
…only dark blue smoke billows from the parts of his body that are exposed outside his clothes.
And…
Flash!
…where his head should be.
Only crimson eyes gleam in the shadowed area beneath his hood.
It's clearly different from a human's structure.
First, there's only one eye emitting light.
And it's not even on the left or right side, but in the center of his face, making the proportions off, and…
…it's huge.
As if his entire head is a giant eyeball.
"Try not to make eye contact with him."
I fixed my gaze on his shoulder as soon as I saw him.
The reason is simple.
[Don't be afraid.]
There's a certain probability of being afflicted with the 'Fear' status effect if you make eye contact.
And…
[Look at me.]
…if Fear stacks nine times, that character permanently becomes a subordinate of the Lord of the Abyss.
Just like the countless monsters in the labyrinth.
They become enemies and attack us.
'It was a bullshit pattern.'
It's practically an instant death move.
'Monsterization' doesn't even disappear after the boss is defeated.
'Well, we're not trying to defeat him, we just have to endure for 10 minutes…'
I don't think anyone will reach 'Monsterization' within 10 minutes.
But I can't relax.
We didn't come here fully prepared.
We haven't done any Fear-related setup.
In other words, even the 'Fear' status effect alone is a threat.
"Ugh…"
A warrior next to me groans and clutches his head.
It seems like he made eye contact with him.
If he was afflicted with Fear, he would have either dropped his weapon and run away or attacked us—
"Bjorn!"
"Watch out!"
A shadow shoots out from Verzak's chest while I'm briefly checking on my companion.
It's the same stiletto that attacked my shield several times.
But it's a different pattern from before.
Whoosh!
The stiletto, which was flying towards me menacingly, splits into dozens of strands and envelops me.
Like a net.
Thwack.
The shadows cling to my body like octopus suckers.
I feel a pulling force from all directions.
His intention is clear.
He's trying to drag me into the darkness since it would take too long if he just used normal attacks.
Huh, we're not that weak.
"Ekobir Iheran Aiphoun."
Kyle casts a spell he prepared beforehand.
The 7th-grade support spell, 'Attribute Imbuement'.
For reference, the attribute is Sun, which is the opposite of dark-type monsters.
Whoosh!
A white flame, a combination of fire and holy attributes, envelops everyone's weapons except for the knights'.
The reason he didn't use it on the knights is simple.
Slash!
They can damage him even without 'Attribute Imbuement' since they have Aura.
"Save Bjorn!"
The warriors charge forward and cut or smash the shadows that are binding me with their flame-engulfed weapons.
My body is freed in an instant.
But dozens of shadows shoot out from his body again before I can even catch my breath.
Whoosh!
It's a different pattern again.
He's targeting everyone, not just me.
I hurriedly adjust my shield.
'It's starting now.'
It's time to start the real battle.
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The eye monster I killed earlier.
The 'Abyssal Watcher' is a summoning skill that Verzak uses to choose his next target after finishing a battle.
It's summoned throughout the cave, and it searches for sacrifices.
For reference, once you encounter it, that's it.
There's no way to shake off the aggro.
That's why I crushed its eye without hesitation.
We wouldn't be able to lure him out if someone didn't draw aggro.
As you can see, he only recognized me as an enemy until my companions attacked to save me.
[But wouldn't it be better for someone to step up and sacrifice themselves?]
Someone suggested that when we were making the plan, but it was an impossible strategy.
Leaving aside the question of who would take on that role…
Verzak's line of sight is about 2 kilometers.
It's meaningless unless they can endure until the expedition party completely escapes from his sight.
'10 minutes.'
Kyle estimated that time to be about 10 minutes.
If we collapse before then, he'll chase after us and start a massacre.
Therefore…
Thud!
…we endure.
Not just me.
But with the mages and warriors who followed me.
"Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!"
We resist the darkness, wielding our burning weapons.
It's not easy.
Whoosh!
His normal attack is a stiletto-shaped shadow with high penetration.
Normally, I would have been able to react easily.
I wouldn't be seriously injured as long as I blocked it with my shield, although I don't know how long it would last.
But…
'Damn game.'
…the problem is that I can't see properly.
I can't react in time because I'm looking down to avoid making eye contact.
For reference, it was the same in the actual game.
[Don't make eye contact with Verzak.]
If you applied this instruction to your character, their evasion and block success rates would plummet, no matter how high their Agility stat was.
Just like now.
Thump!
A shadow pierces deep into my shoulder.
「Body regenerates quickly due to [Moderate Healing] effect.」
I can't drink enough potions.
Even though the aggro is somewhat dispersed, I'm still the main target.
And in the midst of that…
"Ah, aak!!"
…he doesn't just stab us, he throws shadows in the shape of nets, dragging companions into the darkness.
Although we've been blocking them by cutting them…
'Damn it.'
…we can't block them forever.
The first casualty.
"Sillian!!"
Sillian Nerf.
The guy who followed me because he thought it would be a cool story to tell at a drinking party.
"Aaaaaak! Aak! Ack!!"
Horrible screams come from the darkness where he was dragged away.
I feel a strange sensation.
In the game, I just thought it was an effect to enhance the atmosphere.
"...."
Anger boils inside me.
But I have to get a grip.
Someone has to be rational in this situation.
"Stop."
"But!"
"You'll die too if you go."
It's impossible to save him now that he's been dragged in.
Not at our level.
"Damn it!"
A warrior vents his anger.
I can understand.
He couldn't even watch his comrade, who he had fought alongside all day, die.
He just heard the screams from beyond the darkness.
Powerless.
It's an emotion I've felt countless times today.
But the battle continues, whether we're powerless or not.
「Body regenerates quickly due to [Moderate Healing] effect.」
Verzak also used a skill.
[Abyssal Call].
It's a skill that summons all trash mobs within his line of sight to one location.
"Grrr! Grrr!"
The Abyssal Goblins who were called swarm, throwing Monster Pouches and summoning monsters, and scattering traps from afar.
One person died because of this.
Thump.
A chaotic battle where traps are triggered and monsters summoned from Monster Pouches run rampant.
A stiletto-shaped shadow pierces a companion's body.
Even the mages, who were casting Mana Shield to prevent fatal blows, couldn't react in time.
Thud.
Another one dies.
"Kyle! How much time is left?!"
"4 minutes."
What, 3 minutes?
"4 minutes have passed."
Phew, I almost got my hopes—
Kwagic!
That's when the first variable occurred.
"It's a troll! Push it back!!"
Another one dies.
The cause of death was a troll that was summoned right in front of us.
The problem wasn't the troll, but the fact that the casualty was a mage.
'Damn it.'
I considered the death of a warrior to be inevitable, but a mage was different.
We placed them in the center to protect them.
'At this rate, we'll run out of mana quickly…'
This is the worst.
I continued moving despite that thought.
Time passed.
"5 minutes left."
"4 minutes!"
Kyle told us the time every minute, as if to boost morale.
"Just endure for 3 more minutes!"
There were no casualties after the mage died.
As expected of veteran explorers, their combat proficiency was starting to increase.
But that's when, after 8 minutes…
"I can't cast any more spells. It's all I can do to maintain the imbuement spells."
…Kyle made an announcement.
'We have to endure for 2 more minutes without the mages' support…'
It's earlier than expected, but it can't be helped.
One mage died.
He probably had no other choice if he wanted to save enough mana to activate that magic circle.
"Kyaaaaaak!!"
Monsters summoned from the pouches start to pile up as the mages' AoE spells stop.
Our numbers have decreased.
And we don't have magic.
Verzak didn't stop, shooting shadows like arrows from afar as the burden on us increased.
Thump!
Another one dies.
'I can't keep that promise.'
You can't leave a last will and testament in the middle of such a fierce battle.
Whether the enemy is a monster or a human.
They're not kind enough to give you the time.
So we talked about it beforehand.
[If you can take their equipment, take it and give it to their companions.]
That was the last will and testament of the guy who just collapsed.
But as I said back then, it doesn't seem like there will be any time for that.
"Aak! He, help me!"
The guy next to me was dragged away by a shadow and disappeared into the darkness.
"Aak! Aaaak!!"
I clenched my teeth, listening to his screams.
[Deliver the news to my son. I have a feeling you'll be famous when you get out. He'll be happy.]
I'll be able to keep this one.
If I can return alive.
"We're using the magic circle now!"
One minute left until the 10-minute mark.
The mages activated the magic circle they had drawn beforehand.
I swung my mace mindlessly.
I couldn't see my shield anywhere.
Ah, I threw it away earlier, saying it was useless.
It's not like I can repair it anyway.
"Yandel, come here!"
Oh, is it done already?
A brilliant light erupted from the floor.
Verzak also stopped attacking and looked at us, as if wary.
It was the same for the other monsters.
"...."
The battle stopped for a fleeting moment.
I quickly scanned the surroundings.
I couldn't see all the corpses.
It's only natural.
Some were dragged away into the darkness.
'He must be nearby… ah!'
The corpse I was looking for was at the edge of the light.
I quickly approached it and retrieved the sword and shield.
I had to use quite a bit of force.
He was still holding onto his weapons, his eyes open even in death.
"Bjorn!"
Someone shouted, and I rolled on the ground and entered the magic circle.
The warriors didn't ask why.
"That was… right, we had that promise."
"His companions will be grateful."
I quickly got up, and I saw monsters approaching us.
They hesitated for a moment at the light emanating from the magic circle…
…but they judged that it wasn't a threat.
"They're annoying us until the very end!"
"Hey, mage! It's time to go!"
"Just a little longer!"
I looked straight ahead.
Verzak, he was there.
[I've seen you.]
Seen my ass.
I fixed my gaze on him and repeated the names of the dead.
Sillian Nerf.
Neil Famez.
Paul Agmus.
Garpen Gullun.
Matt Elvans.
Lefrey Siaberus.
Six people in total.
'Right, I'll see you again someday.'
Riakis, the Lord of Chaos.
Regal Vagos, the Dragonslayer.
And Verzak.
「Kyle Pebrosk has cast the 4th-grade spatial magic [Mass Teleportation].」
I hope these bastards know.
That I won't always run away.
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When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by people.
Right, we made it.
"How far did we get from him?"
"Well, it should be about 3 kilometers. He won't be able to follow us since we're completely out of his sight. Ah, it would be a different story if we encounter the Abyssal Watcher again."
I instinctively looked back.
There wasn't a single one of those damn eyes in the darkness. It meant we really succeeded in teleporting that far.
"Amazing."
"Amazing my ass. Even I wouldn't have been able to teleport this far if I hadn't left the coordinate designation medium here. Ah, and I also shared mana with the other mages."
Well, although he said it awkwardly, it wasn't something just anyone could do.
Even with the other mages' help…
…it wasn't easy to cast that kind of magic in a place where mana efficiency was reduced by 75%.
"…Then I'll be going."
"Without resting?"
"We can rest while we're moving."
I opened a potion and poured it over my head.
And I moved forward while the other warriors were receiving treatment.
I soon found the people I was looking for.
It was Garpen Gullun's companions.
They were so close that they even came to the front lines to drag him back, asking why he was trying to suffer needlessly.
"You're…"
They also recognized me.
And they froze.
Their gazes were on the sword and shield I was holding.
"Here."
"…Is he dead?"
A female explorer asked tearfully, and I just remained silent. She spoke again after a moment of silence.
"I, I'll take this. But please take this."
She took the sword and then handed me the shield.
"I thought you… might need it."
"…Thank you."
I decided to accept the shield without refusing.
After all, I lost my shield.
And it seemed like refusing would only hurt them more.
"Then I'll be going."
I continued forward.
And before I knew it, I reached where my companions were.
"Anyone get injured while I was gone?"
"...."
No one answered my question.
They just stared at me blankly.
Misha's hands were even trembling.
Ah, are they going to scold me for getting injured?
I should run away.
"It's good that you're not injured. Then I'll be—"
"Stop."
"...."
"Please, just rest for a bit. You've done enough. Okay?"
"Yes, Mr. Yandel. Do as Miss Kaltstein says. It won't help if you go to the front now. You said we might have a big fight later."
I gave up.
Raven was right.
Although we had gone through so much, there were still mountains to climb.
It would be better to conserve our strength.
Thud, thud.
I recovered my stamina, following the procession next to my companions while other warriors were clearing the path at the front.
After some time…
[Halt!]
…an order to stop the procession came through the message stone.
I instinctively knew.
That we had reached our destination.
[The portal… is the portal open?]
I heard Kyle's voice, and then Teterud, the leader of the dwarf clan who was in charge of the front lines.
[It's open.]
Right, so we came to the right place.
My legs felt weak.
If this one was also destroyed, I would have lost my mind.
"Raven, I'll leave this to you."
"Okay, go ahead. You're going to go anyway even if I stop you, right?"
"...."
I pushed past the explorers and headed towards the front lines.
Teterud greeted me as soon as I arrived.
"So, what are you going to do? Are you going in right away?"
"As soon as the preparations in the back are complete."
"Are you going to take the lead again this time?"
"Does it matter? You're just going to follow us anyway."
"Haha, that's true."
I then stood in front of the portal.
After about 10 minutes, I received a message from Kyle through the message stone.
[We're ready. You can enter now.]
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Even I could feel my ragged breathing.
But I tried to focus on the positive aspects.
'There might be no one there.'
Noark would have thought the same.
That even if someone survived, it would only be a small number.
'It's more advantageous for them if we return to the city and testify about what the royal family did, causing chaos.'
Of course, it's just a possibility.
They might have stationed troops and tried to eliminate even the few survivors.
But…
'They wouldn't have left many behind.'
No matter how much equipment they looted on the 1st floor, they couldn't live off of that. The core forces would be on the upper floors, mining magic stones.
'Damn it.'
I couldn't be certain, even though I thought that.
But I took a step forward.
'It's not like it's my first time.'
When was I ever truly certain?
We didn't have a choice anyway.
If we just waited here, our strength would only decrease as we were harassed by Abyssal Goblins.
So…
Thud.
…I took another step and entered the portal.
「Entered 2nd Floor Goblin Forest.」
My vision went black for a moment.
And then I felt a sensation of weightlessness.
I opened my eyes, and a green forest came into view.
"Damn it."
There was good news and bad news.
The good news was that there weren't many enemies nearby.
And the bad news…
'Damn it, I can't believe these bastards are still here.'
My prediction that the core forces would be on the upper floors, mining magic stones, was wrong.
Thud.
I landed on the ground and observed the three people in the forest.
I could tell who they were just by their appearances.
At least two of them.
"You're the first survivor."
The Ruin Scholar.
The one who destroyed all the portals.
"Haha, I told you someone would come if we waited, didn't I? Hey, barbarian! Congratulations. It must have been a tough journey."
An unidentified beastman.
And…
"Hoo, we meet again."
The man who was still wearing that white mask.
"It seems like we're fated."
The Corpse Collector.
"Pfft."
He smiled, looking at me.