An Extra’s POV

The Boss had been slain.

The great heroes had fallen.

However, if there was a silver lining, it was the mere fact that, just like before—when the lights of Mass Teleportation flashed out—everyone suddenly found themselves on the ground floor.

The thousands of Adventurers—an approximate number of 5,700—made it to the place where it all began.

The stony walls of the Dungeon's door echoed with salvation, and every single soul who gazed upon it cried tears of joy and raised their hands in victory.

In terms of loot, not many things were gained from the mission. Sure, the Adventurers were able to take many Items and ores from whatever Zones they found themselves in, but those were simply the ones lying around.

No one had the time to actively search for treasures of mine the heck out of the Dungeons.

Miasma was a corrosive element to humans, so naturally, any proceeds from the Dungeon would have the taint of corruption. Still, it was possible to purify Miasma-powered Items, or even wields it as it is.

If Miasma was poisonous to humans, it was the same for Monsters who weren't Undead.

As such, when fighting powerful beasts, imbuing Miasma into one's attacks was a sure way of dealing more damage and achieving victory. Of course, overexposure to Miasma was a detrimental thing, and several consequences followed.

However, with the aid of sufficient defensive measures, that consequence could be delayed or downright halted.

The bottom line was, despite the sheer scale of the Conquest, and the overall lives as well resources that were expended to challenge the Grand Calamity Class Dungeon, the benefits they gained was as impressive.

No Adventurer thought about that, though—not yet, at the very least.

Right now, the only thing on their mind was the very definition of an Adventurer; FREEDOM!

Many who thought they would have to spend even more days searching for the exit were overjoyed. The ones who had the hidden fear that they would be trapped in there forever were happily disproven.

really knew where the theory of "Defeat the Boss, and we can go home" came from, but it turned out

than the stifling air within

and women burst

for

most obvious reason was for the mere fact

second was for those comrades who had perished within the Grand

cries was for the man who had brought them this far; the one who saved them from

have perished,

that ascended high into the heavens, everyone sent forth their loudest voice and let out

"Sir Jet… THANK YOU!"

so many people, including the Guildmaster—the only thing everyone could do was

braving the storm, was Sherlock. Beside him was Britta, and they both took the first steps

them move, they did

response to the hierarchy that existed at that

face giving off the very definition of strength,

two of the Heroic Rank Adventurers remained, but these two were no

seemed to be an awakening

and lead the Adventurers

A world

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"That was a chore…"

and sighed, blinking a few times just so he could adjust himself to the current state of the room around

the two of them. Just from the looks of things, she had been busy in

tons of Greater Undead , with

voice woke him out of his

another tired sigh. "As for

would be somesort of time discrepancy—with maybe the time in the Dungeon flowing faster or slower than in the real world—but