-Because of Roy's severe injuries, their movement speed was glacial. They still hadn't managed to leave the floor. A massive wall of monsters blocked their path—a literal tide of writhing darkness composed of countless beasts. They formed an impenetrable line of defense. Against an adventurer whose mental energy was spent and whose body was failing, the "quiet" Dungeon had bared its fangs to claim them forever.
Heavenly Blaze!
Roy leveled the Spirit Holy Sword at the oncoming horde. The blade erupted with a brilliance that pierced the gloom, crimson flames coiling around the steel. No long chant followed; only a low, guttural roar that carried the will to incinerate all things.
BOOM!!!
A torrent of pure magical energy roared forth, instantly devouring the fan-shaped area in front of Roy. Space itself seemed to warp under the heat. The monsters at the front didn't even have time to scream; fur, flesh, and bone were carbonized and erased as if by an invisible giant hand. At least a hundred monsters were cleared in a single stroke, leaving behind only charred earth and the crackle of residual flames.
"Hah... hah..."
Roy felt no pride in the feat. He panted heavily, using the Holy Sword as a crutch to keep himself upright. Astraea supported him as they pushed northward through the forest. The dangers were relentless.
Swish!
Suddenly, a blue snake disguised as a branch lunged at them. Astraea reacted faster than the exhausted Roy, decapitating the snake with a swift swing and kicking the body away. In a fluid motion, she reversed her grip and drove the blade into a mole-monster behind her, shattering its magic stone.
Roy breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness the Goddess wasn't just a damsel in distress. Relying on the power of the Holy Sword and Astraea's protection, they pushed on.
But Roy's heart grew heavier. Returning from the 30th floor to the safety of the 18th meant climbing twelve floors. In the Dungeon, going up is far harder than going down. As his state reached its absolute limit, the mental burden of every "Heavenly Blaze" increased exponentially. His brain felt like it was splitting apart.
Roy went limp against Astraea. His eyelids felt like lead, and his vision blurred. Surrounded by her gentle, motherly aura, he almost drifted off into a deep sleep, but he bit his tongue hard, using the sharp pain to stay awake.
Gulp, gulp!
He downed more potions, his life hanging by a thread supported entirely by medicine. He desperately calculated his remaining mana.
They finally reached the northern wall—a massive cliff covered in moss and vines.
"Miss Ryu said the path back is a small cave hidden by tall grass," Roy whispered. "The Dungeon regrows it within two days to trap travelers."
They searched along the wall, but after several passes, they couldn't find the opening.
"It's not here? Impossible!" Roy frowned.
Astraea pointed to a nearby area. "Roy, is that it?" Roy looked over. It was a pile of rubble surrounded by overgrown weeds—silent and eerie.
Would you like me to continue translating the next chapters where they confront this new obstacle?The Xenos present did not recognize Roy, but observing the battle nearby—his features, age, and the magic he displayed—they could guess his identity. Everything matched Marie's description perfectly.
This was Roy, the one who had rescued Marie and their kin from the "evil adventurers." He was one of those rare humans who harbored no prejudice against them. In that moment, their casual curiosity vanished. To the Xenos, a human like Roy was like an endangered species; they absolutely could not let him die here.
However, a frustrating problem arose. They still couldn't simply jump in to help. Their individual ability points hovered between Level 2 and Level 3, and there were just too many monsters surrounding Roy. Throwing themselves in would be meaningless.
"Hurry! Go back and tell Lyd and the others!"
The Xenos scrambled toward the passageway leading to the 31st floor to call for backup.
The 30th Floor – Jungle Gorge.
Because of Roy's severe injuries, their movement speed was glacial. They still hadn't managed to leave the floor. A massive wall of monsters blocked their path—a literal tide of writhing darkness composed of countless beasts. They formed an impenetrable line of defense. Against an adventurer whose mental energy was spent and whose body was failing, the "quiet" Dungeon had bared its fangs to claim them forever.
Heavenly Blaze!
Roy leveled the Spirit Holy Sword at the oncoming horde. The blade erupted with a brilliance that pierced the gloom, crimson flames coiling around the steel. No long chant followed; only a low, guttural roar that carried the will to incinerate all things.
BOOM!!!
A torrent of pure magical energy roared forth, instantly devouring the fan-shaped area in front of Roy. Space itself seemed to warp under the heat. The monsters at the front didn't even have time to scream; fur, flesh, and bone were carbonized and erased as if by an invisible giant hand. At least a hundred monsters were cleared in a single stroke, leaving behind only charred earth and the crackle of residual flames.
"Hah... hah..."
Roy felt no pride in the feat. He panted heavily, using the Holy Sword as a crutch to keep himself upright. Astraea supported him as they pushed northward through the forest. The dangers were relentless.
Swish!
Suddenly, a blue snake disguised as a branch lunged at them. Astraea reacted faster than the exhausted Roy, decapitating the snake with a swift swing and kicking the body away. In a fluid motion, she reversed her grip and drove the blade into a mole-monster behind her, shattering its magic stone.
Roy breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness the Goddess wasn't just a damsel in distress. Relying on the power of the Holy Sword and Astraea's protection, they pushed on.
But Roy's heart grew heavier. Returning from the 30th floor to the safety of the 18th meant climbing twelve floors. In the Dungeon, going up is far harder than going down. As his state reached its absolute limit, the mental burden of every "Heavenly Blaze" increased exponentially. His brain felt like it was splitting apart.
Roy went limp against Astraea. His eyelids felt like lead, and his vision blurred. Surrounded by her gentle, motherly aura, he almost drifted off into a deep sleep, but he bit his tongue hard, using the sharp pain to stay awake.
Gulp, gulp!
He downed more potions, his life hanging by a thread supported entirely by medicine. He desperately calculated his remaining mana.
They finally reached the northern wall—a massive cliff covered in moss and vines.
"Miss Ryu said the path back is a small cave hidden by tall grass," Roy whispered. "The Dungeon regrows it within two days to trap travelers."
They searched along the wall, but after several passes, they couldn't find the opening.
"It's not here? Impossible!" Roy frowned.
Astraea pointed to a nearby area. "Roy, is that it?" Roy looked over. It was a pile of rubble surrounded by overgrown weeds—silent and eerie.
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