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.

they turned a corner, the torchlight revealed a chamber bathed

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

'M-Monsters!' His eyes bulged.

weren't

sockets glowing with

'N-no…'

with an intense energy that sent

a mixture of

a seasoned warrior named Sir Roland,

many of them. Attack quickly

Monsters, even a Common Adventurer could

all Leveled Up a few times already, they were a lot stronger than before. They could have already surpassed the previous assessment given to them by

mind, the clash between the living and the undead

Rogue with agile movements and a keen eye, darted between the swirling signs of Spells and skeletal

~WHOOSH!~

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

Casters before they could

All seemed well.

Jake couldn't shake off the negative feelings

him that all was not

Dungeon proved it to be

~WUUUUSH!~

the true threat emerged from the back of the chamber—a

else, widened beyond what

'A-A Lich…?!'

on the ground, and even now the black energy swirling

Knight, was an A-Tier Undead—the epitome

~ZZZTTTZZZZ~

fingers twitched, and arcane

through the room, freezing the

need to cast a Spell, or

instant… and

widened as he fought against the invisible force, but

magic gripped the

out of nowhere, casting

gripped Jake as he sliced through the skeletal horde, but the relentless