[Translator'sNote:My bad — those two chapters were an eyesore when I was uploading, so I fixed and uploaded them yesterday, lmao. Anyway, we're now in the second Marvel arc, so if power stones reach 3k tomorrow, I'll drop all the arc chapters!]
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After using the Dungeon Refresh Card, Fenric stepped into the gate of the Samsara Tower.
In the next moment, he arrived on the twelfth floor.
Stand tall, see far!
From the balcony, he could take in the entire expanse of Area C with a single sweeping glance.
An elf spirit appeared out of thin air beside him.
"Hello, dear Samsara player—Shura. What kind of assistance do you require?"
"I want to enter a dungeon," Fenric replied.
"This dungeon world is Avengers 2: Age of Ultron. Are you certain you wish to enter now?"
"I'm sure."
"Very well, please wait."
With a wave of the elf's hand, Fenric was teleported to the white preparation room.
At this moment, the room was already filled with Samsara players—at least fifty or sixty of them.
After all, this was a large-scale copy. Everyone on this floor had only one option.
Still, compared to the hundreds who participated in the first stage of The Avengers dungeon, the numbers were clearly much smaller.
The first stage had been on the sixth floor. Now they were on the twelfth.
The large-scale trial dungeon Final Destination on the tenth floor had already stopped many Samsaras in their tracks. Few could push beyond that point.
Fenric's arrival didn't draw immediate attention—at least, not until someone recognized him.
"It's Shura!"
The moment the name was spoken, the atmosphere shifted.
"That's Shura!"
"Didn't he just clear Transformers? Why is he already challenging another dungeon? Doesn't he ever rest?"
"What do we do now?"
"Let's get out of here. Move to the next rotation."
Almost immediately, several Samsaras' expressions hardened, and they chose to leave without hesitation.
These were the confident ones—the strong Samsaras who thought they could earn high evaluations on their own. But no matter their confidence, none believed they could compete with Shura.
Better to avoid him altogether.
In the blink of an eye, half the room emptied.
The Samsaras who remained began whispering among themselves.
"They all left… should we leave too?"
"Why leave? This is Shura—the one who can pull off Super God evaluations. If we're lucky and end up with the same mission as him, we can coast to victory."
"And if we're unlucky?"
"Then it's just bad luck. Who can you blame?"
"Exactly. I'll take the gamble. My foundation is weak, and my overall strength has just barely reached B-rank. Clearing dungeons feels harder and harder. I have to risk it—otherwise I won't last much longer."
"Hearing you say that… I'll stay too."
Fenric stood listening, momentarily speechless.
So this was their plan—gambling on luck that their tasks might align with his?
Knowing the quirks of the Samsara System, he suspected the odds of that were slim.
Still, he couldn't deny something: anyone who managed to break through the tenth dungeon had at least some will and courage. Even the weaker ones weren't afraid of death.
In the end, more than twenty Samsaras remained.
Of course, not all of them stayed for luck. Some believed there might be opportunities to take advantage of.
Even Shura wasn't invincible in a dungeon like The Avengers.
"Attention, Samsara players. In ten minutes, teleportation to the mission world will begin."
The system's announcement rang out.
From that moment, no one could leave.
That meant only these twenty-plus Samsaras would participate in the dungeon of Avengers 2: Age of Ultron.
The room grew quiet as everyone waited.
Ten minutes passed quickly.
The system chimed again:
"Teleportation countdown: 10… 9… 8… 3… 2… 1!"
As the countdown ended, a red light engulfed every Samsara player in the room, and they vanished.
Ding—!
"Please note: the identity information you used will continue from your last entry into The Avengers."
When the system prompt ended, Fenric's vision cleared.
He was inside a room.
It was simple—just a bed and a television. A cheap hotel at best.
Fenric headed to the bathroom.
In the mirror, he saw that his appearance was nearly identical to the last time he entered The Avengers.
"So in a large-scale copy my identity carries over."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A heavy knock came at the door.
Before he could even respond, the door swung open.
A plump white woman barged in.
"Hey, boy! This isn't a shelter. You've owed this hotel three days of rent already. If you don't pay up today, pack your things and get out!"
Fenric sighed, wordlessly pulling out his black card to settle the debt.
He found it strange. He had just entered the dungeon—how could he already owe three days' rent?
But it didn't matter.
The fee was only thirty-six dollars, a trivial sum compared to the hundred million credit limit on his black card.
In every modern-setting dungeon, that black card always held a quota of one hundred million. Once depleted, it would fully recharge in the next world. Truly convenient.
The moment he stepped out of the hotel, a system prompt echoed in his mind:
"Main mission released."
"Main task: Build a force."
"Mission description: In the current dungeon world, form your own faction with at least ten subordinates."
"Time limit: 30 days."
"Failure condition: Obliteration."
"Warning: Do not reveal the existence of Samsara Space to others. Any violators will be obliterated."
"Reminder: To prevent memory tampering, protective shielding has been applied. No one can peer into your memories."
"Reminder: To assist you in completing this task, you have received ten temporary Loyalty Contracts. Once others swear allegiance to you, they will be absolutely loyal."
"Hint: The stronger your subordinates are, the higher your mission evaluation will be."
Fenric blinked, momentarily stunned.
"Building a force? The system wants me… to become a boss?"