Chapter 84: Arriving At The Death Floor

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: Arriving At The Death Floor

Suldun’s flaming sword swept across the Shaman Hobgoblin’s body before the monster could complete its spell. The flames wrapped around the blade burned through its defenses, and the Shaman staggered backward with a look of disbelief still frozen on its face. Its staff slipped from its hand and struck the ground with a dull sound.

The Shaman Hobgoblin tried to raise its arms to defend itself, but Suldun had already stepped forward.

"You’re the one keeping this formation together. I can’t let you continue supporting them."

His sword flashed again.

The second strike struck the Shaman’s chest and sent it flying backward. Its body crashed through the wooden wall of one of the goblin huts before falling heavily onto the ground. The greenish glow that had been surrounding the other monsters disappeared immediately.

For a moment, the battlefield became strangely quiet.

The two Hobgoblin Warriors looked toward their fallen commander.

Then they roared, and both charged at Suldun at the same time.

Suldun turned his sword in his hand.

"You’re next."

The axe-wielding Hobgoblin swung first. Suldun stepped inside the attack.

His flaming sword struck the axe, cutting through the weapon before continuing toward the monster’s chest.

Slash!

The Hobgoblin stumbled backward, a deep wound spreading across its torso.

It tried to remain standing.

Suldun gave it no opportunity.

He stepped forward and struck the monster with the hilt of his sword.

Bang!

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For several minutes, the village became a battlefield filled with the sounds of steel, roaring flames, and collapsing bodies.

Eventually, the final goblin fell.

Suldun stood alone in the center of the ruined village, his sword still covered in crimson flames.

He looked around.

The goblin village had been almost completely destroyed by the battle.

Broken wooden structures were scattered throughout the area, weapons lay across the ground, and the bodies of the monsters were slowly fading into particles of dark energy.

Suldun extinguished the flames surrounding his sword.

He took a deep breath.

"That was better than I expected."

He looked toward the passage at the far end of the village.

"So this really is a proper dungeon."

Back in the throne room, Ragnar watched the floating screen in silence.

Kaelira stood beside him, her golden eyes fixed on the defeated goblin village.

"The final defense has been destroyed," she said.

Ragnar nodded slowly.

"Yes."

His expression was not disappointed. If anything, he looked pleased.

The goblin village had lost, but it had forced a Level 35 warrior to use one of his skills and had made him take the dungeon seriously. The twenty normal goblins had maintained their formation until the end, while the two Level 15 Hobgoblins had fought far beyond what Ragnar had expected from them.

Most importantly, the Shaman Hobgoblin had successfully supported the entire formation until Suldun deliberately targeted it.

"Veyra’s training was worth it," Ragnar said. "They couldn’t defeat him, but they made him work for it."

Kaelira nodded.

"That human is very strong. If the other adventurers who entered your dungeon are around his level, the first floor would probably have been enough to stop most of them."

Ragnar smiled.

"Fortunately, this guy isn’t most adventurers."

The floating screen suddenly changed. Suldun had reached the end of the first floor.

He walked through the final passage, his footsteps echoing through the dark corridor. The moment he reached the boundary between the first and second floors, a strange light suddenly surrounded his body.

Suldun stopped.

"Teleportation"

The light intensified.

Before he could react, his entire body disappeared.

A moment later, Suldun stood alone beneath a sky covered by pale gray mist.

He slowly looked around.

The atmosphere was completely different from the first floor.

An enormous dead forest stretched in every direction.

Twisted gray-black trees rose from the ground, their branches stretching toward the sky like the fingers of ancient corpses. Dead grass covered the earth, and exposed roots twisted through the soil. Bones were scattered between the trees, some partially buried beneath the ground while others lay openly in the mist.

His expression slowly became serious. The moment he arrived, he felt it.

Death energy, it was thick.

Much thicker than anything he had encountered on any dungeon.

The dark energy seemed to permeate the entire forest, lingering in the air and seeping from the ground beneath his feet.

Suldun slowly inhaled.

His expression changed.

"So this is the second floor."

He looked into the mist.

"The death aura here is really thick."

Back in the throne room, Ragnar’s eyes narrowed as he watched Suldun’s reaction.

Unlike the first floor, the second floor was not designed merely to test adventurers through traps and coordinated monsters.

It was an entirely different environment. And Ragnar had deliberately chosen it that way.

"Welcome to the Death Floor," Ragnar said quietly.

Veyra watched the floating screen for a few more seconds before turning her attention toward Ragnar.

"My lord, if the Gravehorn Reaper can’t stop this man, let me fight him."

There was no hesitation in her voice. She was not underestimating Suldun, nor was she eager to recklessly throw herself into battle. She simply wanted to know how strong the human really was.

After watching him cut through the first floor, Veyra understood that Suldun was far stronger than an ordinary Level 35 adventurer. He had defeated the goblin village without suffering any serious injuries, and although he had been forced to use one of his skills, he had still relied mostly on his swordsmanship.

Ragnar leaned back against his throne and watched Suldun walking through the mist-covered forest on the screen.

"All right. From the way I see it, the Gravehorn Reaper probably won’t be able to stop this guy."

On the second floor, Suldun continued walking through the dead forest.

His footsteps were quiet against the layer of dead grass covering the ground. He did not rush forward. Instead, his eyes constantly moved from one tree to another, carefully observing the mist, the roots beneath his feet, and the shadows between the trees.

The silence was unsettling, there were no birds, no insects.

Not even the sound of wind passing through the branches.

The only thing Suldun could hear was the occasional creaking of the dead trees as their branches moved slightly in the cold air.

He tightened his grip around his sword.

"Something is watching me."

His instincts had already picked up several faint traces of killing intent.

They were scattered throughout the forest.