An Extra’s POV

Chapter 488

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.

where the theory of "Defeat the Boss, and we can go home" came from,

than the stifling

and women burst

for three

reason was for the mere fact that they

within the Grand Calamity Class Dungeon. The Adventurers honored them

for the man who had

perished, without the shadow of a

into the heavens, everyone sent forth their loudest

"Sir Jet… THANK YOU!"

was officially over, and now—despite having lost so many people, including the Guildmaster—the only thing everyone could do was move

Sherlock. Beside him was Britta, and

everyone saw them

was instinctive—the response to the

and Britta's resolute face giving off the very definition of strength, the Adventurers knew they were not without

but these

to be an awakening within

emerged—to grow stronger, and lead

world

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"That was a chore…"

blinking a few times just so he could adjust himself to the current state of

the two of them. Just from the looks of things, she

Greater Undead , with a sprinkle of the

back already?" Esme's voice woke him out

safely." He said with another tired sigh. "As for Adonis and

time in the Dungeon flowing faster or slower than in the real

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