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.

a corner, the torchlight revealed a chamber bathed in an

emerged from the shadows, adorned in tattered robes and brandishing ancient

'M-Monsters!' His eyes bulged.

weren't

eye sockets glowing with an ethereal light, began

'N-no…'

thickened with an intense energy that sent shivers down

a mixture of

a seasoned warrior named Sir

too many of them. Attack quickly before they're

C-Tier Monsters, even

lot stronger than before. They could

all of this in mind, the clash between the living and

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

~WHOOSH!~

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

followed suit and dispatched the Casters before they

All seemed well.

couldn't shake off the negative feelings

that told him that all was not well. Perhaps it

it to

~WUUUUSH!~

to advance, the true threat emerged from the

as with everyone else, widened beyond

'A-A Lich…?!'

ground, and even now the black energy swirling around him overwhelmed the

Death Knight,

~ZZZTTTZZZZ~

and arcane energy crackled in

surged through the room, freezing the

cast a Spell, or to wait for

instant… and

Sir Roland's eyes widened as he fought against the

the party,

nowhere, casting spells that

through the skeletal horde, but the relentless