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.

the torchlight revealed a chamber bathed in an

of skeletal figures emerged from the shadows, adorned in tattered robes and

'M-Monsters!' His eyes bulged.

weren't

with an ethereal light, began

'N-no…'

intense energy that sent

drew their weapons, a mixture of anticipation and fear

Sir Roland, barked orders to the

and not too many of them. Attack quickly

C-Tier Monsters, even a Common Adventurer could beat

to the fact that they had all Leveled Up a few times already, they were a lot stronger than before. They could have already surpassed

of this in mind, the

agile movements and a keen eye,

~WHOOSH!~

daggers glinted in the dim light as he struck with precision, dispatching the weaker undead

the Casters before they could finish

All seemed well.

shake off the negative feelings within

that told him that all was not

it to be

~WUUUUSH!~

was about to advance, the true threat emerged from the back of

everyone else,

'A-A Lich…?!'

the ground, and even now

Lich, just like a Death Knight,

~ZZZTTTZZZZ~

skeletal fingers twitched, and

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

was no need to cast a Spell, or to wait

effects were instant… and

Roland's eyes widened as he fought against the

undying magic gripped the

in, seemingly out of nowhere, casting spells that sapped the life force from

gripped Jake as he sliced through the skeletal