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◈ The Dungeon Gallery's Terrifying Newbie ◈
Chapter 59: worldiscold (5)
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'Does this mean I can finally get my hands on the Magic Stone?'
Giradriel, an elf of the World Tree Forest and the person in charge of the Dino World Dungeon Raid, could barely contain his joy.
It had been a long, grueling raid.
At last, the moment had come to bring it to an end.
They were intruders in Dino World.
After countless battles from Area 1 through Area 7, they were enjoying a well-earned rest.
'We've suffered so much to get here... Haha. This is almost overwhelming.'
The battle had begun around two years ago, when Dino World was transferred to the World Tree Forest.
Now, it was finally nearing its end.
Dino World.
Like other dungeons, it was believed to have existed since ancient times. Yet it had strangely little fame or infamy to its name.
'At first, I wasn't sure, but the Elders were right after all.'
Dino World was weaker than other dungeons.
That assessment had been correct.
They weren't Blessed Ones, but the World Tree Forest was the strongest elven power around.
It was a dungeon they could raid.
Two years was both a short time and a long one.
After countless battles of attrition, Dino World had been the first to run out of strength.
It was almost over.
All they had left to do was take the Dungeon Master's head, claim the Magic Stone, and return home in glory.
Magic Stone.
It was the most mysterious stone in the world.
A miraculous substance that could turn stone into gold, a beggar into a rich man, and an ordinary tree into a World Tree.
It could exponentially extend the lifespans of both Short-Lived Species and Long-Lived Species.
It was the greatest power source in existence, also known as the Philosopher's Stone.
He was finally going to get his hands on a Magic Stone he had only heard of in rumors.
It all felt like a dream.
Giradriel clenched his fist.
With this, the World Tree Forest could prosper even further.
From this moment onward, elves would take another step toward greatness.
"Haha."
He couldn't hide his joy.
"Sir Giradriel. You look happy."
"Of course I am. The entire World Tree Forest wants to raid dungeons... This is truly fortunate. Aren't you happy too?"
The subordinate elf nodded.
"Still... why did the Blessed Ones leave alone a dungeon that even we can raid?"
Giradriel's smile faded as he fell silent.
He knew the reason.
Blessed Ones were the most exceptional beings in the world.
They were Long-Lived Species like elves, and they possessed the miracle of returning even from death.
They were beings who could dare to be called the equals of Dungeon Masters, who could create life and space like the God of Forgetting.
Clearing dungeons with an Entry Limit had only been easy in the past.
Now, it was extremely difficult.
Even so, Blessed Ones raided dungeons.
Our lives were finite, but theirs were infinite.
Still.
Blessed Ones didn't covet Magic Stones the way we did.
To them, Magic Stones were nothing more than incidental loot.
Their purpose for targeting dungeons was clearly different from ours.
Giradriel closed his eyes and recalled the past.
-We're waiting until a dungeon becomes worth raiding. Like I told you before, we can get things that make us stronger outside dungeons anyway... And money and fame are things we can earn without raiding dungeons.
Giradriel had once encountered a Blessed One named arboralis.
It had been a coincidence.
At the time, the elves had only just begun raiding Dino World. Giradriel had asked all sorts of questions in hopes of getting advice about Dungeon Raids.
Perhaps arboralis had seen through his thoughts, because she kindly answered questions he had always wondered about beyond just the raid itself.
Some of them concerned Dino World.
Why Dino World wasn't targeted by Blessed Ones.
It was because the dungeon didn't align with their objectives.
It had nothing to do with the Dungeon Raid, but a thought had suddenly occurred to him.
What did Blessed Ones gain by raiding dungeons?
If money, fame, and power weren't their goals...
What future were they trying to reach by raiding dungeons?
When he asked her that question...
-Who knows? Maybe we could become the god who bestowed our powers upon us, or perhaps the reward will be so empty that all we can do is sigh.
-Huhu. That's why we take on the challenge. We're no different from you. We have no idea what's waiting beyond that sky... Isn't it the privilege of intelligent beings to rush forward like moths to a flame without looking back?
Her answer had been difficult to understand.
The image of that Blessed One, smiling seductively as she slightly raised the corners of her foxlike eyes, had stayed with him for a long time.
arboralis had encouraged the elves.
Dungeon Raids weren't a right reserved solely for Blessed Ones.
As long as the elves didn't suddenly barge in while a Blessed One was raiding a dungeon, they wouldn't provoke her wrath.
Anyway.
Giradriel finished recalling the past and rose to his feet.
"Well, talk about Blessed Ones isn't important right now. It's about time we moved on..."
Just as he thought it was time to advance, someone interrupted him.
"Wait. I want to discuss the reward split again. Don't you think you're doing less work than me?"
It was Icarus.
The Swordmaster of the North Kingdom.
A powerful man who could be called the greatest contributor to this raid.
If only he could fix that greed-filled personality, he would be a decent person.
"You want to discuss the reward split now? We already agreed that you'd take one-fifth of the Magic Stone before we came in."
"But haven't I killed more Minions than all of you put together? I think one-fifth is too little."
"Ha..."
'You fucking bastard.'
Even one-fifth had been a major concession from the elves.
Did this bastard not know the meaning of satisfaction?
Giradriel barely held back his curses and continued calmly.
He wanted to punch Icarus in the face, but they were in the middle of a raid.
"Fine. I can't deny that you've performed well in this raid. But haven't I repeatedly told you that you were able to kill Minions so easily because the World Tree Forest has been wearing down Dino World for the past two years?"
"One-fifth is still too little. Make it one-fourth."
What kind of bandit was this?
It was absurd.
"You're saying that now? If we had to give you that much, we wouldn't have brought you into this dungeon in the first place."
"No, I told you before we entered. The reward could change depending on our achievements..."
Icarus refused to back down.
The argument went on for around thirty minutes, but the same conversation simply repeated itself.
As time passed, the atmosphere grew more hostile. At this rate, it looked like they would come to blows.
The Magic Stone was right in front of them.
They couldn't ruin the raid over a petty dispute like this.
Giradriel swallowed his anger and brought the conversation to an end.
"The raid isn't over yet. Let's talk again once the Magic Stone is in front of us. Okay?"
"Tch... Fine."
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The Magic Stone was right in front of them.
That fact was what calmed his anger.
There were ten elves remaining, including himself.
And one still-healthy Swordmaster, even if he was a damn bastard.
Raiding Area 8 should have been easy.
Then why did he have such a bad feeling about this?
"There aren't any Minions?"
The area around them was empty.
Area 8 was a Cave.
In every raid until now, the Dungeon Master had desperately defended the area alongside the remaining Minions.
"Use Detection Magic."
"Sorry?"
"We confirmed there was no Jamming from Area 8 onward last time. You dense idiot, use Detection Magic first."
"S-sorry..."
He had been sure there was some scheme at work.
Yet his subordinate returned with the answer that there was nothing in the area.
Instead, everything was gathered in Area 10, where the Healing Spring was located.
'Did they change the site of the final battle? Whatever. It doesn't matter.'
They moved on.
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"Hm?"
Where had I seen this before?
At the midpoint of Area 8, Giradriel found two statues that felt strangely familiar.
Ah, right.
He remembered seeing them in the swamp before.
If a weeping person were turned to stone, wouldn't they look exactly like this?
They were remarkably detailed decorations.
'For Drakes, they have a good eye for aesthetics.'
Giradriel wasn't the only one.
The group didn't think much of the statues.
The moment they passed them...
Crack! Crack!
A sound that should never have been heard rang out.
Everyone turned around.
"Ah...?"
The two statues were gripping four elves by the neck.
One elf in each hand.
Four elves hung limply in the air.
Like prisoners being hanged.
They died without even getting out a final scream.
Giradriel blinked.
What the hell had just happened?
It had taken only an instant.
There had clearly been no warning.
As if proving that they could move, the statues had stepped closer to them.
As the elves froze at the sudden turn of events...
"Struggling until the very end, are they?"
Shing!
Icarus drew his sword.
He wore a fierce smile, as though he had already calculated everything.
He seemed excited to bring the hammer of justice down upon this insolent dungeon Minion.
"Honestly, that surprised me. It didn't have any killing intent. I thought it was an ordinary statue, but it's a terrifying thing..."
The Swordmaster of the North Kingdom.
Icarus had immense confidence in his own abilities.
There were only seven people in the entire North Kingdom who held that honorable title.
"You should have targeted me."
The greatest swordsman in the world.
His sword could split rocks and enemies, and one day, it would split even a great mountain.
Assuming both sides had only one life, there were very few Blessed Ones who could defeat Icarus in a one-on-one fight.
He was the youngest Swordmaster.
That meant he had the greatest potential of any living swordsman.
He considered it a pitiful struggle.
It was a mistake to think a Minion like this could stop him in a dungeon already on the verge of collapse.
'I've cut down monsters far bigger and stronger than this with a single swing.'
Icarus took his stance.
He was a power swordsman.
The Aura born from his overwhelming reserves of Mana made his rugged swordsmanship even sharper.
"If you won't come to me, then I'll come to you!"
Icarus kicked off the ground.
Still.
Unlike Icarus's confident expression, Giradriel instinctively knew something was wrong.
'No. This Minion isn't that kind of thing...'
The battle had already begun.
"Ho... It withstood that strike!?"
The statue didn't budge.
If the legendary, unbreakable Adamantium truly existed, it would probably feel like this.
Even so, Icarus's sword strikes didn't stop.
"Hahaha! This is fun. Yes! That's more like it!"
He was even more excited.
He seemed desperate to bring down the statue before him.
"Time to get serious...!!"
His Aura began to burn even more fiercely.
It shifted from scarlet to blue, and the veins on his forearms bulged as though he had reached his limit.
"Sir Giradriel... s-shouldn't we help him too?"
"Y-yeah..."
Right.
The Core Room was right in front of them.
All they had left to do was behead the Dungeon Master, display the severed head, and return with the Magic Stone.
It was an unexpected trial.
But still, still...
"H-help Icarus first!"
They had to win somehow.
* * *
golemking: Time to get serious. (Swings his sword at an Anomaly.)
└ dip: Ah, this is fucking hilarious LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
└ kongkong: LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCK
└ nightraven: Fuck, I shouldn't laugh, but LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
└ orange★: No, but it really is fucking hilarious LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
└ no_minions_4_me: My stomach hurts LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
└ whaleyeah: Is this the average Swordmaster IQ??
└ whaleyeah: What kind of bastards has newbie been fighting this whole time;;
└ psychward_mvp: That bastard's expression rotting in real time is fucking hilarious LMAOOOOOO
└ kingslayer: LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
└ worldiscold: But you guys, this is partly thanks to me;;;
└ worldiscold: My dungeon being simple kind of pushed them into confirmation bias...
└ worldiscold: Please stop mocking those bastards... It's making me look bad when I almost got killed by them T_T...
└ magichero: T-t-to be fair, it's gone by smashing everything up until now...
└ magichero: It's hard to start thinking, "This Minion has rules, and we need to do this and that..." LOL...
└ magichero: It's just unfair bullshit, yeah...
└ magichero: But "ttgs" is fucking LMAOOOOOOOO...
└ humanluvr: What's ttgs??
└ magichero: It's short for "Time to get serious"...
└ humanluvr: "ttgnf."
└ magichero: W-w-w-what's that?
└ humanluvr: Short for "Time to get newbie fucked!"
└ magichero: WoW...
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"See? I told you I'm not a bad person. It's almost over now, so eat some jerky and wait a little longer."
Seeing the post put my mind at ease.
There was a high chance of a complete wipeout. Whatever.
Anyway.
I became friends with the Goblin.
"K-keruk..."
I wouldn't see it again after I let it out anyway, but its eyes, nose, and mouth were all where they should be. It was kind of cute.
Watching it crunch away at the jerky felt a little like watching a monkey at the zoo.
"Urk."
Hey, don't get jealous.
You're still my favorite Minion, Malrang.
I stroked Malrang and sighed.
"This is rough. Seriously rough."
Thank god none of them were quick to figure things out.
I was honestly a little nervous until just now.
Like Yuven, I couldn't completely rule out the possibility that they would suddenly go, 'I've figured it out. The core of the Anomaly!' and crack it.
But after seeing them stupidly pick a straight-up fight with an Anomaly...
I could finally breathe easy.
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