Chapter 82: Suldun

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Suldun

Three more rushed him simultaneously.

The robed adventurer took a single step forward.

His sword moved.

One slash.

Two.

Three.

The spiders collapsed before they could even reach him.

Ragnar’s eyebrows rose.

"This guy is strong enough to not use any skills."

Kaelira remained silent as she watched.

The man continued moving through the spider nest.

There was no flashy sword technique. No magical explosion. No strengthening skill. He simply used his sword with frightening precision, every movement economical and deliberate. He never swung more than necessary, never wasted a step, and never exposed an opening.

Within less than a minute, the entire spider nest had been cleared.

The robed adventurer stood among the corpses, his sword dripping with spider blood.

Ragnar leaned forward slightly.

"That was fast."

Kaelira’s golden eyes narrowed.

"He might be level 30, my lord."

"That’s what I thought."

Ragnar stared at the screen.

"Most adventurers who enter this place rely heavily on their skills. This guy didn’t use a single one yet."

Ragnar smiled.

"That’s okay. Let’s wait and see what this human can do."

The man sheathed his sword for a moment before continuing through the dungeon.

The next section was the wolf ambush.

The passage appeared empty, but hidden behind the dead trees and rocks were several wolves waiting for the right moment to attack. Normally, adventurers would move through the area cautiously, especially after discovering that the dungeon was filled with traps.

This man simply kept walking.

The moment he reached the center of the passage, the wolves attacked.

Several leaped from both sides. Another came from behind.

Two more emerged from the darkness ahead.

The robed adventurer finally drew his sword again.

His movements became a blur.

Slash!

One wolf fell.

He stepped forward.

Slash!

Another.

He turned.

Slash!

A third.

The wolves tried to surround him, but every time one approached, his sword was already there.

The entire ambush lasted less than a minute.

When the final wolf collapsed, the man simply wiped the blood from his sword and continued walking.

Ragnar’s expression became more serious.

"He’s not even slowing down."

Kaelira nodded.

"His reaction speed is impressive. He isn’t simply strong. He understands how to fight."

The dungeon’s traps began activating as the man continued deeper.

A pressure plate clicked beneath his foot, the ceiling opened, and a barrage of sharpened stones came crashing down.

The man immediately moved.

His body shifted to the side as the first stone struck the ground where he had been standing.

The trap continued firing, but none of the falling stones managed to touch him.

Ragnar watched with increasing interest.

"He’s reading the traps."

The man reached another corridor, the floor suddenly collapsed.

A hidden pit opened beneath his feet. Instead of falling, the adventurer jumped.

He caught the edge of the opposite platform with one hand, pulled himself upward, and continued without hesitation.

Further ahead, two walls suddenly began closing toward each other.

The man accelerated.

He passed through the narrowing gap just before the stone walls slammed together behind him.

Boom!

The entire corridor shook.

Ragnar slowly leaned back.

"That trap usually catches at least one person."

Kaelira glanced at him.

"You sound disappointed."

"I’m not disappointed."

Ragnar grinned.

"I’m impressed."

The man continued.

He passed the skeleton graveyard without much difficulty as well. The undead rose from their graves, weapons in hand, and rushed toward him from all directions.

For the first time, the adventurer stopped moving forward.

He looked around, then he raised his sword.

The battle lasted only a few moments.

Skeletons were destroyed one after another, their bones scattering across the ground.

The adventurer never wasted a movement.

Even when surrounded, his sword seemed to always be in the right place.

Ragnar’s eyes narrowed.

"This guy’s experience isn’t normal."

Kaelira nodded.

"I agree."

The two continued watching in silence as the adventurer advanced deeper into the dungeon.

The further he went, the more Ragnar became interested. This was not the kind of adventurer who relied on luck.

He was not surviving because the dungeon was too weak.

He was surviving because he was strong enough to overcome everything Ragnar had placed in front of him.

Eventually, the robed man reached the final section of the first floor.

The goblin village was different from the rest of the first floor.

Ragnar had deliberately chosen it to be the final defensive line. Twenty normal goblins lived within the village, but they were no longer the same disorganized creatures that Ragnar had first summoned when his dungeon was still weak.

Under Veyra’s guidance, they had been trained to fight as a unit, maintain formations, protect their weaker members, and use the village’s buildings and narrow paths to their advantage.

Ragnar had also understood that simply placing ordinary goblins at the end of the floor would not be enough, so he had given the village two additional guardians.

Two mini Level 15 Hobgoblin Warriors served as the village’s frontline fighters, while a Level 20 Shaman Hobgoblin commanded the rear. Together, they formed the strongest defensive force on the first floor.

As the robed adventurer stepped into the village, the twenty goblins immediately moved.

They did not scream, and did not recklessly charge.

Instead, they quickly formed several defensive lines.

while the two Hobgoblin Warriors stepped forward.

The change was so organized that Ragnar’s eyes widened slightly.

"Veyra really trained them well."

Kaelira watched the screen with interest.

"They’re maintaining formation even though they are facing a single enemy."

"That’s because they aren’t thinking like individual monsters anymore," Ragnar replied. "They’re fighting as a group."

The robed adventurer stopped several meters away from them.

His eyes moved across the village. Twenty goblins, two Hobgoblin Warriors, and one Shaman Hobgoblin.

His hand tightened around his sword.

"So this is the final defense."

He looked around once more before a faint smile appeared beneath his hood.

"Not bad."

The two Hobgoblin Warriors stepped forward.

They were much larger than the normal goblins, standing nearly two meters tall with thick muscles covering their bodies. Both carried heavy weapons, one wielding a large axe while the other held a massive iron club. Their eyes remained fixed on Suldun as they slowly advanced.

He pointed his sword toward the two Hobgoblins.

"Let’s see what you’ve got."