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.

corner, the torchlight revealed a chamber bathed in an otherworldly

emerged from the shadows, adorned in tattered robes and brandishing

'M-Monsters!' His eyes bulged.

weren't mere Monsters

glowing with an ethereal light, began

'N-no…'

an intense energy that sent shivers down

a mixture of

a seasoned warrior named Sir Roland, barked

too many of them. Attack quickly

even if they were C-Tier Monsters, even a Common

Leveled Up a few times already, they were a lot stronger than before. They could have already surpassed

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

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

~WHOOSH!~

he struck with

the Casters before

All seemed well.

Jake couldn't shake off the negative

feeling of dread that told him that all was not well. Perhaps it was his instincts,

it to

~WUUUUSH!~

the true threat emerged from the back of the chamber—a towering figure in a tattered

as with everyone else, widened beyond

'A-A Lich…?!'

from the darkness on the ground, and even now the black energy swirling

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

~ZZZTTTZZZZ~

skeletal fingers twitched, and arcane energy crackled in

of Dark Magic surged through the room, freezing the

to cast a Spell, or to wait for delayed

were instant… and they

Roland's eyes widened as he fought against the

undying magic gripped the party, rendering them

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

Jake as he sliced through the skeletal