Chapter 138: Let’s Start The Outbreak (part 2)

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Let’s Start The Outbreak (part 2)

The monsters would leave their territory and attack the world outside.

And the settlement closest to the dungeon would usually be their first target.

"An outbreak?!"

"Are you serious?!"

"How can there be a Dungeon Outbreak already?!"

The merchants immediately began packing their belongings, abandoning whatever goods they couldn’t carry. Adventurers who had been relaxing moments earlier grabbed their weapons and rushed toward the exit.

Some were trying to flee the dungeon hall, while others desperately searched for their companions.

"Everyone, get out of the way!"

"Move! I need to find my party!"

"Where are the guards?! Someone needs to inform the town!"

The registration counter quickly descended into chaos. The staff members who had been collecting entrance fees and recording adventurers’ information abandoned their posts and began shouting for everyone to evacuate.

Even those who initially refused to believe the warning started panicking when they saw the expressions of the returning adventurers.

After all, these were people who regularly risked their lives fighting monsters. They weren’t the kind of people who would run away screaming without a reason.

And if even they were terrified, then whatever was happening inside the dungeon was clearly beyond an ordinary monster encounter.

"IT’S REALLY AN OUTBREAK! RUN!"

A young adventurer dropped his backpack and sprinted toward the exit.

That was enough to trigger another wave of panic.

Within moments, the once lively entrance hall had turned into a chaotic mess. People pushed past one another, merchants abandoned their stalls, and adventurers hurriedly gathered their equipment before fleeing.

Nobody wanted to remain inside a dungeon that was experiencing an outbreak.

However, among the frightened crowd, a few experienced adventurers managed to maintain their composure.

One of them grabbed the injured man who had first announced the outbreak.

"Wait! Tell me what happened inside! How many monsters are coming?"

The injured adventurer looked at him with bloodshot eyes.

"I... I don’t know! There are too many! We saw them moving through the dungeon corridors, all the monsters of the first floor. They’re all heading toward the entrance!"

The experienced adventurer’s expression changed.

He immediately released the injured man.

"Everyone, get out! We need to warn Hetin Town!"

The words spread quickly.

However, not everyone managed to escape in time.

While the majority of the adventurers had already rushed toward the exit, several low-level adventurers were still inside the dungeon. Some had been exploring the spider nest, while others had been hunting wolves and forest rats in the surrounding areas. They had been caught completely off guard by the sudden change in the monsters’ behavior.

A young swordsman hurriedly ran through a narrow passage, his breathing ragged as he glanced over his shoulder.

"Shit! Why are there so many of them?!"

Behind him, several enormous spiders crawled along the walls and ceiling. Their eight legs moved rapidly, allowing them to close the distance with frightening speed. The adventurer tried to increase his pace, but his stamina was already running low.

"HELP! SOMEONE, HELP ME!"

His desperate cries echoed through the passage, but there was nobody nearby to answer.

One of the spiders suddenly leaped from the ceiling.

"AHHH!"

The adventurer raised his sword, but the creature landed directly on him, knocking him to the ground. Before he could recover, its sharp fangs pierced his body.

His screams gradually faded as the spider began dragging him away.

Elsewhere, another group of low-level adventurers encountered a pack of wolves. They had initially believed that the monsters would remain within their territories, just as they had during previous expeditions. Unfortunately, the wolves were no longer behaving like ordinary dungeon monsters.

They attacked relentlessly, chasing down anyone who tried to escape.

A few adventurers managed to fight their way through, but others weren’t so fortunate.

The forest rats were even more terrifying in their sheer numbers. Several adventurers who had fallen behind were surrounded by the creatures. Their small bodies moved rapidly across the ground, and their sharp teeth tore through leather armor and exposed flesh.

One man tried to climb onto a nearby rock, only to be pulled down by several rats biting into his legs.

"GET OFF ME! GET OFF!"

His screams continued for a few moments before being drowned out by the countless squeaks of the approaching creatures.

The dungeon had become a slaughterhouse.

Those who were fast enough managed to escape, while those who hesitated or lacked the strength to defend themselves were killed by the monsters they had once hunted for money and experience.

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After some time, the monster forces continued gathering near the entrance.

One after another, creatures from the first floor emerged from the enormous doorway.

The spiders came first, crawling out in groups. Their massive bodies and numerous legs created an unsettling sight as they spread across the surrounding ground. Behind them came the wolves, followed by the forest rats and other monsters that had inhabited the first floor.

The skeletons and Skeleton Warriors emerged next.

Their bony bodies clattered as they marched forward, carrying rusted weapons and shields. The undead soldiers didn’t behave like the ordinary monsters that adventurers were accustomed to fighting. They moved in an organized manner, following the commands they had received from their Dungeon Master.

The Goblin Village’s inhabitants soon appeared as well.

Goblins carrying crude weapons marched out alongside their stronger counterparts. The two Hobgoblin Warriors stood among them, their muscular bodies towering over the smaller creatures. The Goblin Shaman followed, gripping its staff while the magical energy surrounding it flickered.

The monsters continued pouring out.

And they weren’t limited to the first floor.

The second-floor monsters soon began appearing, bringing with them an entirely different atmosphere.

The Gravefang Beasts emerged from the darkness, their decayed bodies and exposed bones giving off an ominous aura. Their elongated jaws opened occasionally, revealing rows of jagged fangs.

Behind them came the Graveveil Wardens.

Their tattered funeral robes fluttered as they walked, and the cold death energy surrounding their bodies made the air feel noticeably colder. Their cracked stone masks and blackened staffs gave them an appearance that was far more sinister than that of ordinary undead.

The Graveyard’s forces followed, and soon the Cryptblade Sentinels appeared.