Chapter 375

Chapter 380: Reality and Imagination Are Worlds Apart (Please Subscribe!)

Fifty-Eighth Floor – the “battle situation” here is now in full swing!

Bert, the young werewolf, single-handedly blocks all worm monsters surging out from the passage connecting to the Fifty-Seventh Floor.

The silver boots charged with Izay’s magic unleash an explosive assault, working in tandem with the indestructible twin swords for a combined attack.

All corrosive liquids either get blocked by shields or are dodged entirely before they reach him. Bert, like a god descended from heaven, slaughters the worm monster army.

As for the others…

Underneath the rock vein constructed from dark golden hard rock, Tiona, Tione, Refia, and Gress rest on a picnic blanket centered around Izay.

They watch their teammate’s impressive display while munching on snacks, occasionally pointing fingers and making comments.

“That’s strange… Is this floor usually like this? Those new species have been invading day and night!?”

Gress, holding a cup of tea, mutters to himself, deep in thought as he looks at the endless stream of colorful monsters.

Upon hearing this, Izay, nibbling on a scallion pancake, replies, “Probably because they’re trying to reach the lower floors? Their method of creation and purpose seems different from traditional dungeon monsters.”

“Don’t look at me; I don’t know. I’ve never seen this situation before when I came here.”

Tiona, eating potato chips like a hamster, responds without hesitation to the two men’s statements.

Hearing this, Tione rolls her eyes and retorts sarcastically, “Of course we didn’t see this before! We only encountered these new species last time we came!”

“Hmm… That’s true~ Ah! Bert, watch out, there’s a monster behind you! Kick it fast!!”

“Tch, you stupid Amazon, stop sitting there giving useless advice! Can’t you shut up already!?”

From afar, Bert, who overheard the conversation thanks to his sharp senses, couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

Why do these people only point fingers when he’s doing all the work?

Bert feels his mood being ruined…

Damn Amazon!

In the past few hours, all the dragon spawn, the native monsters of this floor, had already been wiped out by the six members of the team. Magic stones scattered everywhere silently testify to what happened earlier.

And due to the damage Izay caused at the beginning, the dungeon hasn’t fully recovered yet. Visible cracks still mar the ground.

On top of that, Izay stuffed many rock constructs into the cracks, further slowing down the dungeon’s recovery speed. The giant rock vein behind him was created for exactly this reason.

Thanks to this, the Fifty-Eighth Floor has been unusually quiet for these past few hours. Not only are no new monsters spawning, but the dungeon can’t even keep up with repairs.

The only thing they need to deal with is the continuous flow of new species coming from the Fifty-Seventh Floor.

After wiping out the first wave, everyone discussed briefly and decided that Bert, Tiona, Tione, and Izay would take turns guarding.

Refia is too weak to rely on, so she just needs to maintain her own magic safety line and cast spells when she has spare energy.

And since Gress has seniority, they give preferential treatment to the elder. So the old man doesn’t need to fight.

Besides, Gress dealing with the new species would be overkill, yielding no experience points. It’s better to let Izay and the others gain experience instead—efficient resource utilization.

At this moment, facing the remaining insect-type monsters, Bert estimates their numbers and angles again, pulling out the magic sword from his leg pouch to enhance the power of his leg armor.

“Die already, you disgusting bugs!!!”

With one powerful strike after leaping high into the air, he wipes out all the remaining monsters.

Bert spits on the devastated entrance, throws away the handle of the magic sword, and returns to the resting area with a sullen face.

Another million Valis gone with that attack!

“The next wave is your turn, Tiona.” The werewolf grabs a piece of bacon from the picnic blanket and takes a bite to restore some stamina.

“Alright, no problem~! Next time those monsters show up, I’ll handle it!” The little angel ignores Bert’s dark expression and agrees readily with a pat on her chest.

This carefree attitude makes Bert secretly marvel.

“But next time, Refia will help me, and we’ll resolve it quickly.”

“Ah? O-okay.”

What the heck?! She’s even bringing backup!

“But how long has it been already? Why haven’t Finn and Riviria arrived yet?” Gress sounds somewhat schadenfreude.

Just thinking about Finn and Riviria suffering upstairs while he’s already relaxing here makes him want to laugh uncontrollably.

“Hmm… It’s been about seven hours.” Izay pulls out a magic stone clock and checks the time.

“Phew, seven hours already, huh? That guy Finn is so slow.”

“…”

The moment those words come out, the experienced dungeon raiders like Bert immediately fall silent.

Back when the old man was part of the team, he didn’t talk like this during actual dungeon runs.

“Hmph, why are you all staring at me? Have you never seen an elder drinking tea before?”

An explosion erupts in the north.

“Laur, realizing the awkwardness of his own words, Gress dryly sips his tea.

Since this is a dungeon, drinking alcohol would be unwise, so he substitutes it with tea.

With no immediate monster invasion, the six of them enjoy some leisure time together until the sound of battle echoes through the floor!

“Got it!”

BOOM——!!!!!

A fierce flame-imbued magic sword burns through the formation of worm monsters, fiery waves flooding into the Fifty-Eighth Floor region.

The hoarse cries die down in the flames, dyeing the surrounding area red.

Thinking it was another new species invasion, Tiona, who had just picked up her weapon, widens her eyes and then sees a golden figure breaking through the flames with strong winds.

“Ais!?”

“…Tiona!?”

The sight before her eyes, so vastly different from her imagination, leaves Ais momentarily stunned upon arrival.

No swarms of monsters, no brutal battles, the adventurers seem perfectly fine, and they’re even… having a picnic?

“???”

The blonde girl furrows her brows, feeling a strange emotion welling up inside her.

“Lord Riviria!”

“Captain!!”

Seeing the long-awaited companions arrive, Refia and Tione both cheer.

Following Ais, who broke through the passage, Riviria, Finn, and Tsubaki run over, with Laur and Alisia trailing behind as the four supporters, looking safe and sound.

However, stepping onto the Fifty-Eighth Floor, all of them reveal expressions similar to Ais’.

“You… uh… What happened here?”

Finn’s azure eyes sweep across the cracked ground, the towering dark golden rock veins, and the picnic-like scene, disheveled by the wind for a moment, unable to suppress his confusion.