Chapter 496 - 495: Standard Weapon Selection Box

Chapter 496: Chapter 495: Standard Weapon Selection Box

"Exactly! Even if I chose to fight the B-level final boss, what good would it have done? Never mind my teammate’s choice—did you really think the two of us could have killed the boss? We would’ve just been throwing our lives away! It was better for me to survive!"

"But... this monster was nothing like the path boss. My teammate and I aren’t top-ranked or anything, but we went in and killed the monster easily!"

"Was the monster you guys ran into the Ash Crawler?!"

"Yeah, yeah! That was the one. The name was lame, its strength was lame, and it felt about as tough as a normal C-level monster."

"See, that’s the truth! What do you mean, ’suicide mission’? You go in and find out the monster is super easy to kill."

"That’s right. I could’ve handled that thing by myself, and the system still gave me a teammate. How thoughtful of it."

...

Seraphina Sinclair didn’t read any further. She raised her hand and closed the panel.

Everyone else got B-level final bosses, so why did she and Silentrain get stuck with an A-level one!

What was this nonsense about other survivors fighting bugs while she and Silentrain had to fight a Drake?

Where was the fairness? Where was the justice? Where was the impartiality?!

Seraphina Sinclair couldn’t make sense of it, and Silentrain was even more baffled.

After she got out and saw the messages in the Zone channel and the few group chats she had created, her world came crashing down.

What the hell was an Ash Crawler? And what about the Greenscale Drake!

And why was she the only one whose monster was upgraded to A-level?

If she hadn’t run into Serafelle Sinclair, wouldn’t she have died in there today?

Complaints aside, speaking of which, who on earth was this Serafelle Sinclair?

Silentrain hadn’t just asked about this person in her own group chats; she’d even posted in the Zone channel and used up an Information Request to do it!

And the result?

Absolutely nothing!

Silentrain scratched her head, her peripheral vision catching sight of her own mangled hand.

Silentrain: "..."

’Oh well,’ she thought. ’I just hope the rewards are generous.’

Coincidentally, Seraphina had also just finally noticed the Information Request sent before the dungeon started.

She glanced at the number of Black Fog Coins listed on the request, then at the words "Response time has expired" below it, and silently clutched her chest.

It had only just turned gray, which meant that if Seraphina had noticed and opened it a little sooner, she could have earned that sum of Black Fog Coins.

’Damn it...’

’Who the hell switched her B-level monster for an A-level one!’

Seraphina silently swore to herself that she would get to the bottom of this, even though she didn’t have a single clue right now.

As for why she hadn’t even bothered to search for the name "Silentrain"...

Seraphina had realized early on that Silentrain wasn’t from her Zone at all.

She was powerful and bold—definitely not some unknown nobody.

Under those circumstances, for Seraphina to have never heard of her, there was only one possibility.

The rules of the dungeons seemed to have changed quite a bit.

Previous dungeons had always involved teaming up with people from one’s own Zone, but now it was with people from other Zones.

Seraphina sighed. She had a nagging feeling that something big was about to happen.

At ten o’clock in the morning, the dungeon finally came to an official end, and the summary screen appeared.

[Congratulations, survivors, on officially completing this dungeon.]

[This was the second-to-last dungeon. The theme was "Trust." The dungeon taking place next Saturday will be the final dungeon you will ever be able to participate in!]

Seraphina was lifting a cup of water to her lips when the system notification popped up.

That last sentence was like a stone tossed into a placid lake. Her movement froze, the cup hovering by her lips as she remained motionless for two seconds.

She slowly lowered the cup. Its base made a soft CLINK against the tabletop.

’Second-to-last dungeon? Next Sunday is the final one?’

’What does this mean?’

At that moment, those four words appeared in the minds of nearly every survivor.

"No more dungeons after this?"

"Wait, wait, wait, what do they mean ’the final dungeon you will ever be able to participate in’? Is there something wrong with my reading comprehension?"

"You’re not alone. I’m totally lost too."

"Translation: either clear it or die. No more chances after this."

"Don’t scare me... If I’ve survived this long just to die at the very end, I might as well have died at the beginning! At least I wouldn’t have had to suffer for so long!"

"No, hang on, everyone calm down and think about this. The system said it’s the ’final dungeon.’ Could that mean the dungeon system itself is ending? And we’ll get to live in peace afterward?"

"Live in peace? Are you dreaming? What kind of good life can you have in this godforsaken place?"

"It’s not completely illogical. After all, it said ’final.’ Once the final one is over, it’s over, right?"

"It’s over, and then what? We get sent back home? You think the system is that kind?"

"Nocturnal Crow: I agree with Blade. Knowing the system’s bullshit, the final dungeon is most likely a life-or-death match. Win and live, lose and die."

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

"Either way, it’s not going to just let us go that easily."

Seraphina added a silent "Seconded" in her mind.

From the moment they entered this world until now, was there any survivor who didn’t understand the system’s nature?

It never showed kindness for no reason.

This so-called "final dungeon" sounded like an end, but whether it was the true finish line or the start of a new, even stricter game, no one could say for sure.

Seraphina pulled her thoughts back to the present just as the system’s notification page updated.

The incentive rewards were distributed. Unlike before, this time the rewards included three Random Attribute Potions and a Standard Weapons Selection Box.

There wasn’t much to say about the Random Attribute Potions, but this was the first time Seraphina had ever seen a Standard Weapons Selection Box.

[Standard Weapons Selection Box (C-level)]

[Description: Upon use, you may freely choose one C-level Standard Weapon that you like! This includes, but is not limited to, conventional weapon types such as sabers, spears, swords, bows, daggers, etc. Standard Weapons possess a uniform attribute template and do not include special affixes, but their bonus to base Attributes is higher than randomly dropped weapons of the same level. If you don’t have a better option, this is the best option!]

In short, the weapons were reliable but mediocre. They had a high floor but an extremely low ceiling.

For someone like Seraphina, who already had a weapon she favored, the box was practically useless—not even nice enough to be considered icing on the cake.

But for the survivors who were still using shoddy D-level gear, this box was a godsend.

And so, the moment this notification appeared, the entire Zone channel exploded.

"A C-level weapon of your choice!!!"

"Friends, am I seeing this right? C-level? And we get to choose?"

"You’re not seeing things, you’re not! I got it too, three Random Attribute Potions and a weapon box! HAHAHA, this D-level weapon in my hands can finally be retired!! HAHAHAHA!"

"Wait, doesn’t this feel weird to you guys? Since when has the system ever been this generous? Giving out Potions *and* weapon boxes... When is anything ever this good?"