"Lone Wolf, I've checked it out."
A Samsara approached Lone Wolf and said grimly, "The Samsaras who went in with your cousin—none of them made it out. The entire team was wiped out."
Hearing this, Lone Wolf's face remained expressionless, but a bone-chilling aura radiated from his body.
He knew his cousin well. For the whole team to be annihilated was extremely rare in Samsara Space. After all, even in dire situations, there was usually at least one survivor who managed to escape.
For a team to be wiped out completely, there were only two possibilities.
Either they had run into an overwhelming force that no one could withstand.
Or, they had encountered an enemy who slaughtered every last one of them.
Lone Wolf leaned toward the latter.
And in his mind, there was only one possible culprit who could have destroyed his cousin's team—
Shura.
In this dungeon, Shura was the only one who had walked out alive.
"Shura…" Lone Wolf muttered coldly, his voice like ice.
He didn't have a close relationship with his cousin, but this particular run into the Transformers dungeon had been based on information he himself provided. If word reached his second uncle, he would not be able to escape responsibility.
"Lone Wolf," another Samsara beside him spoke up, "as a brother, let me give you some advice. Shura is suspicious, yes, but it's not confirmed. And more importantly… he's become someone you can't afford to provoke."
"Relax. I won't do anything foolish," Lone Wolf replied after a deep breath, his voice steady but still sharp.
"That's good. Come, have a drink with me—I'll treat you."
"No," Lone Wolf shook his head. "I need to log off and calm down."
—--
Meanwhile, after finishing with his rewards, Fenric opened his friend list. Aurora Morwyn wasn't online, but her sister Belle Morwyn was.
After some thought, he sent a request to Belle.
Aurora was his original target—mainly because Fenric had run out of Dungeon Refresh Cards.
The request connected quickly.
"Shura? Congratulations!" Belle greeted him with a bright smile. "Another Super God evaluation again, huh? Honestly, I've been seeing your announcements so often, I'm practically numb to it now."
"I want to keep a low profile too," Fenric said with a faint grin. "But the Samsara doesn't exactly allow for that."
Belle chuckled, shaking her head. "Shura, I didn't expect you to have a sense of humor. That's rare."
When her laughter faded, she asked curiously, "So, did you need something from me?"
"Yeah," Fenric admitted. "My dungeon refresh card is gone."
Currently, in Area C, refresh cards were selling for a ridiculous 3,000 Samsara Points each—prices deliberately driven up to target him.
Only an idiot would waste points at that price. Fenric knew the market wouldn't last; sooner or later, the price would crash.
After all, Samsara Points didn't grow on trees. And with Samsaras from other regions hoarding refresh cards and coming to Area C to sell, collapse was inevitable.
"I see," Belle said thoughtfully. "I'll talk to my sister about it. She's been busy with that Blacklight Virus mess lately, probably forgot."
Then, she tilted her head. "Are you in a hurry, though? If so, I actually have one right here. I got it tonight."
Fenric blinked. "You ran a dungeon tonight?"
"Mm. That's right."
"I remember your current progression is at the sixth stage of Avengers, right? What rating did you get?" Fenric asked.
Belle smiled modestly. "Not nearly as impressive as you. Just S-rank."
"S-rank is still solid," Fenric nodded.
She continued with a grateful smile, "Shura, I owe a lot of it to you. If you hadn't carried me through two dungeons and helped me earn high evaluations, my strength wouldn't be what it is now."
"Anyway, come to the Trading Center. I'll pass you the refresh card."
"Alright."
At the Trading Center, under the system's notarization, Belle handed Fenric the card.
"Shura, want to grab a drink? My treat."
Fenric checked the time—it was already past two in the morning. He thought about it, then shook his head. "Next time. I plan to clear another dungeon tonight."
"You really are tireless," Belle sighed, half in admiration. "Alright then. Go handle your business."
"See you."
The two parted ways.
Fenric logged off and returned to the real world.
He immediately opened his computer, pulling up information on the 12th floor of the Samsara Tower.
That floor's dungeon was Avengers 2: Age of Ultron. He already knew that much. What he lacked was specific mission details.
Online strategies weren't especially reliable in Fenric's eyes, but even flawed information had its uses. Reading them could still help him prepare a solid plan in advance.
Entering the Samsara forum, he quickly noticed threads already buzzing about him.
Another Super God evaluation tonight.
But praise was scarce—people had grown numb to his feats. Instead, the threads were filled with speculation.
How exactly did Shura pull off a Super God evaluation?
Most guesses pointed to him somehow entering the Transformers' homeworld—Cybertron.
Fenric smirked faintly at that.
Cybertron was light-years from Earth. He didn't have teleportation tech, so how could he possibly get there?
Not that he intended to correct them. Let them guess all they wanted.
Just as he was about to close the chat section, however, a new post caught his eye.
Its title blazed across the screen:
[Selling Super God Strategy for Transformers!]
Fenric's eyes narrowed.
The only person who truly mastered that dungeon's Super God route… was him.
And the Samsaras he'd killed? He'd made sure none of them survived.
So how could anyone else possibly know this strategy?
A fraud? Someone trying to stir attention?
His lips curved into a cold smile.