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.

and we can go home" came from, but it turned out to be

the Dungeon's embrace, taking in the fresh breeze, rather than the stifling air within Dungeon, they couldn't help but fall to their knees

and women

for

and most obvious reason was for the mere fact that they survived the onslaught

was for those comrades who had perished within the Grand Calamity Class Dungeon. The

reason for their tears and loud cries was for the man who

they would have perished, without the shadow of

high into the heavens, everyone sent forth their loudest voice and

"Sir Jet… THANK YOU!"

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 they both took the first

soon as everyone saw them move,

the hierarchy

the Chaos Blade remained in Sherlock's grasp, and Britta's resolute face giving off the very definition of strength, the

of the Heroic Rank Adventurers remained, but these two were

be

lead the Adventurers into

world of

**************

"That was a chore…"

just so he could adjust himself

them. Just from

,

him out of

sigh. "As for Adonis and

initially suspected that there would be somesort of time discrepancy—with maybe the time in the Dungeon flowing faster or slower