The next day, we hauled ourselves back into the dungeon, the five of us marching toward floor 30 like it was a casual stroll.
My target? Level 400, pure grind with loot as a bonus. Simple. Somehow, simple always feels impossible here.
Floor 21 went… okay. We synchronized our attacks decently. The ogres were sturdy bastards, tank and attacker rolled into one, and I got to play a little cat-and-mouse with them, weaving around attacks while Keiji and Zeref roasted them with ice and fire.
Kael kept slipping behind them, stabbing at joints like he'd trained for years in patience, but somehow it looked effortless.
Floors 22, 23, 24, 25, 26?
I stopped counting somewhere around floor 23.
Each floor felt like a small eternity. Two days per floor would've been generous if we had anything else to do. At least I'd packed snacks in my inventory. Only reason we didn't starve mid-battle.
By the time we hit floor 27, I wanted to collapse face-first into a pile of ogre bones.
