An Extra’s POV

The Mass Teleportation Incident transported an approximate number of 9,700 Adventurers to multiple Zones within the Grand Calamity Class Dungeon.

Within this massive structure, there were hundreds of Zones—nearly a thousand of them. Counting the corridors and other areas that would not qualify as a Zone, there were probably a few thousand potential locations for the victims to appear.

Accounting for the number of victims, which was much higher than the available locations, it was inevitable that some people would end up getting transported to the same location.

This selection, as was the case with the entire Mass Teleportation, was totally random.

That meant Party Members were split up from on another, and Solo Adventurers were forced to be among people whom they would normally not interact with.

Weak Adventurers were mixed in with strong ones.

Strong Adventurers were stuck with incompetent buffoons.

To make matters worse, each Zone was a different area based on the random difficulty of the Dungeon, so weaker Adventurers could be summoned to extremely dangerous Zones, while powerful ones could end up in the most uneventful place.

This randomness… it was fatal for the Conquest.

Merely a few hours after the Mass Teleportation Incident occurred, nearly two thousand Adventurers had already died.

Based on that number, and the progressive difficulty of survival in such a horrid place, it was only a matter of time before everyone was wiped out.

Everyone… without exception.

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'We've been lucky so far…' Thought Jake, as he walked alongside members of his newly formed Party.

None of them had no choice but to work together if they didn't want to die.

Their teamwork still left a lot to be desired, but they had somehow managed to survive this long despite most of them being Common Rank Adventurers.

Only Jake and one other were Veterans, and that wasn't nearly enough to survive in such a dreary place.

As his dark hair sat on his worried face, and his brown eyes flickered, he swallowed hard. He couldn't help but worry that this 'Luck' that his Party had would soon run out.

The air in the dungeon hung heavy with an oppressive stillness, broken only by the distant echoes of the adventurers' footsteps.

Jake and his Party walked through the narrow corridors, their armor clinking softly with each step. The torchlight flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced along the cold, damp walls.

revealed a chamber bathed in an otherworldly

emerged from the shadows, adorned in tattered

'M-Monsters!' His eyes bulged.

weren't

with an ethereal light,

'N-no…'

energy that sent shivers

drew their weapons, a mixture of anticipation and fear etched on

named Sir Roland, barked orders to the

Caster Skeletons, and not too many of them. Attack quickly before

defensive capabilities, so even if they were C-Tier Monsters,

were a lot stronger than

mind, the clash between the living and the

keen eye,

~WHOOSH!~

as he struck

the Casters before they could finish

All seemed well.

Jake couldn't shake off

dread that told him that all was not well. Perhaps

Dungeon proved it to

~WUUUUSH!~

to advance, the true threat emerged from the

just as with everyone else, widened

'A-A Lich…?!'

on the ground, and

Lich, just like a Death Knight, was an A-Tier Undead—the

~ZZZTTTZZZZ~

twitched, and arcane

of Dark Magic surged through the room, freezing the adventurers in

need to cast a Spell, or to wait

were instant…

widened as he fought against the invisible force, but it

magic gripped the party, rendering them

Undead Mages closed in, seemingly out of nowhere, casting spells that sapped the life

the skeletal horde, but the relentless assault