Hegal and Nide took out and started eating the bread and fruit from their backpacks.
“It tastes really bad.”
“Even so, everyone eat up. It’s so you can keep up your stamina.”
“How far do you think this dungeon goes to?”
The party members turned their attention to Hegal and Nide, but they too just shook their heads.
“After entering a dungeon, no one can know if there’s something at the end of it.”
“Me too… as a Thief, though I’m on the side of having explored a lot of dungeons, predicting beforehand is impossible. Sorry.”
Rumi asked, “Then how many basement levels do dungeons usually have?”
“There’s no way to tell. Normally, there’s 2 or 3 basement floors. We can define it like this, but it’s not a certain thing. In severe cases, I’ve even seen dungeons with up to 12 basement floors.”
“There’s dungeons that deep?”
“Defining a floor in a basement dungeon is ambiguous. Though there’s times when you definitely go down a floor through stairs, in the case of dungeons that are gradually connected the basement, you’ve just gotta define a floor when the level of the monsters goes up or the atmosphere changes.”
“Then I guess you could even die when you’re exploring a dungeon?”
“It’s possible.”
After listening to Rumi and Nide’s conversation, Hegel grinned toothily.
“However, if it’s monsters of this level, there’s prolly no reason for me to die.”
Hegel personally held great belief regarding the armor. With materials that couldn’t be made without superior Handicraft skills, it was armor that couldn’t even be imagined by Blacksmiths of low caliber.
A work of art that could supplement a swordsman’s slightly lacking defenses because of the focus on attack!
A properly made Bantis Armor Set was over 5 thousand gold for one set. Although it was heavy, it had more than 5 or 6 times the defense of normal armor. Meaning he wouldn’t die, even from considerable damage.
Armor at a level where tolerable arrows or swords would just bounce off!
What swordsmen could call their dream was full plate armor. The armor Hegel had equipped was an item of first class, that had even been rigged with magic resistance. The handicraft or ornaments, even the form could be called a work of art without shame– it was that beautiful.
The best product that neared perfection!
Not only did the durability barely drop, for swordsmen, there was no better item than this.
On the 2nd basement floor, adult Kramanoims appeared.
However, it was just that their bodies were a little bigger. Their actual attack power was similar. A monster that had no development despite growing up!
Except, the dose of poison the monsters spat out had built up by quite a lot; for a party that didn’t have a Priest, it couldn’t be anything but hard work.
“Shit.”
Hegel was covered in revolting paralysis saliva. He couldn’t help but have a bad mood from fighting while getting hit by yellow spit.
Since Swordsman Bella was weak, if she got paralyzed by the adult Kramanoims, she could only die shortly.
Since his other party members didn’t consider themselves combat-related, there was no helping it — Hegel had to take on the role of the meat shield.
“Damn it. Why are these dirty monsters appearing.”
Hegel’s mail and shield were covered in saliva. Of course his equipment was getting dirty, but even a disgusting smell was coming off. Since he was equipping accessories that had outstanding magic and poison resistance, he was still able to move his body vigorously, but if it were someone else, they would have lost their ability to fight.
“Barrage!”
Twitter shot forth arrows like a shower, and the others were pouring attacks as far as the bounds of their mana would allow. The Thief Nide lured the Kramanoims as he walked with an elaborate step and landed. If not for the extremely Thief-like quick movements that drew their attention, the Kramanoims would have charged the other party members.
Even so, Hegel was surrounded by Kramanoims with no place to run.
“Damn it. I didn’t want to use my top skills in a place like this…”
Hegel snuck a quick glance at the other party members, then put the Longsword he’d been using in its sheath and pulled out a ponderous Mace.
Generally, the Mace was a weapon with an incredibly powerful striking power. Although Swordsmen mastered the Sword as their Profession, they acquired weapon skills of the Spear and Blunt Weapons separately at the same time. That was because the defense of the armor that Swordsmen used in fights was so impressive, it became efficient to use a Spear with a pointy tip or a Blunt Weapon.
Rupture’s Mace!
It was a weapon worth 680 thousand Won (~$680) in the cash trading market.
As an Option, it could spread a violent shock, even if it was blocked by a shield the destructive force penetrated through armor unhindered, so it could blow people away with strength alone.
Granted, it was hard to handle because it was short and heavy, but it was the best method when fighting monsters that had high Health and didn’t die easily.
“Hyaa!”
As he changed his weapon and raised it, an powerful, imposing aura surged out of Hegel’s body. Perhaps it was a characteristic of the Mace itself, but his Fighting Spirit was enhanced and the monsters were intimidated.
Hegel didn’t miss the opportunity to take advantage of the Kramanoims’ dulled movements.
“Earth Wave!”
With great strength Hegel smashed the ground using the Mace, the earth rumbled and trembled.
The bodies of the Kramanoims within the 7 meter radius turned to grey light due of the shockwaves.
The area of effect skill demonstrated by a Swordsman of over level 300 by overdoing it, that destructive power!
“Flash of Fighting Spirit!”
The Hegel who broke through the blockade hunted the Kramanoims as if he was slaughtering a flock of sheep.
Although he also had the help of the other group members,he was the leading player who hunted the most monsters.
Even so, Hegel didn’t seem like he was satisfied.
“Damn it. If the Earth Wave’s skill proficiency was even a little higher, it would have made at least half of them unable to fight in one hit…”
Even with the lacking skill proficiency, it was good enough to transfix Bella or Rumi.
“A level 300 Swordsman sure is strong.”
“I only saw ‘em on broadcast all the time, but I’ve never seen one myself. But just as they say, it’s like they were born to fight– they’re incredible.”
A Swordsman’s attack power was to the point of inducing awe.
After they finished taking a short break, they headed to the 3rd floor basement.
“Haha. If old Kramanoims show up, this’ll be a really good dungeon.”
Hegel lead them with confidence.
However, starting from the 3rd floor basement was not as they had expected. A damnable labyrinth blocked the way in front, and there was no end to the traps.
Something charming like arrows flying from walls! They stepped on the ground and had their feet sink right in, and were ambushed by venomous snakes. Thief Nide dismantled the traps and hunted the snakes, but they were delayed by a lot of time.
And then, in a moment while they were advancing like that!
*Rumble!*
A big boulder was rolling towards them from an alley they had passed.
It filled up the entire passage. The boulder that rolled forward without even a corner to escape out of.
“Run!”