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Prolog

"Dad, are we okay doing this?" the young man asked as he looked at his father's face.

"It's been three weeks, and he hasn't come out. He must be dead in there," the middle-aged man said to his son, smiling at the bag of gold he had just received.

The young man sighed, he felt that something bad was going to happen, or maybe it was just his guilt for deceiving 'that person'.

Whatever it is, he hopes that person is okay.

The 3-meter-high circular black vortex in front of them instantly glowed, and the five Hunters who walked towards the circle suddenly disappeared.

The young man was always amazed when he saw that scene. What kind of world would await them after entering the circle? He was very curious.

Someday, he hoped to become a hunter like them. Then he would explore the dungeons and hunt monsters like the heroes in his childhood stories.

What an innocent young man. He didn't know that behind the circle was only a nightmare and the gates of hell.

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It was dark inside the dungeon before a woman in the group raised her wand. Dozens of ping-pong ball-sized lights suddenly appeared above them and illuminated the surroundings.

There was nothing around them but rocks and the sound of dripping water. The dungeon they entered this time was inside a sizable cave.

"We paid a lot of money to get into this dungeon, so we should come back with something valuable!" said a tall, red-haired man, who appeared to be the leader of the group.

"Yeah, anyone who slacks off should be left in this dungeon." The thin man yawned as he spoke.

"Oh, and who's the one slacking off like that?" The big man in the front row spoke in a sarcastic tone, he was carrying a shield and an axe.

Two women around them only smiled a little, not following their conversation.

One of them was an archer, she was seen carrying a bow and arrow.

Meanwhile, the other woman, who carried a 1.5-meter-high staff, was a mage.

With the red-haired man who was the swordsman, the thin man who was the assassin, and the big man who was the defender, they formed quite a solid party formation.

Right now they were excited and unstoppable, but that feeling slowly began to fade when they discovered the orc's corpse.

Orcs are enormous green-skinned humanoid monsters. They have creepy faces and very sharp teeth, especially the two lower teeth that look like vampire fangs.

Ordinary orcs are usually 3 meters tall. There are also orc champions who are 5 meters tall.

After a while of walking through the dungeon, they still hadn't found any living monsters. Instead, they found many orc corpses along the way.

The red-haired man stopped in front of the corpse of the orc champion. Just like before, there were several cuts and stab wounds on the orc's corpse.

A sharp object attack seems to have killed this orc champion.

"Even an orc champion..." The archer spoke softly, but her voice could still be heard by the people around him.

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Champion orcs are much stronger than ordinary orcs. Besides the fact that champion orcs are taller than ordinary orcs, champion orcs also have quite high intelligence in battle.

The group leader immediately bent his knees and checked something on the orc's body, but he found nothing. Usually in the center of a monster's chest, there was a very precious Mana Core.

That fact, and the situation that happened to them, made them all believe that there was another group inside the dungeon at this time.

"That bastard, how dare he deceive us! He said this dungeon was abandoned," the big man said with an angry expression.

The other four hunters also had the same facial expression as the big man.

"Damn it! We should get our money back and report that bastard to the Hunters Association!" The thin man replied irritably.

"Let's check even deeper! This dungeon still exists, which means the master of this dungeon is still alive." The red-haired man tried to calm down his group members.

The two women nodded their heads almost simultaneously.

"That's right! It wouldn't hurt if we checked this dungeon a little longer. We might still be able to get something valuable," said the mage, agreeing with their leader's words.

The skinny man and the big man were silent, but they also seemed to agree with the red-haired man's words.

They walked back down the dungeon passage and saw more orc corpses than before.

After half an hour passed, they finally heard the sound of a monster roaring. The five hunters looked at each other, then ran straight towards the sound.

When they entered the spacious room, they saw a mysterious swordsman standing on the back of a giant orc corpse, with his sword embedded in the orc's head.

The giant orc was at least 10 meters tall and its body was extremely muscular. Just like other orcs, the giant orc also had green skin, but its face was much more terrifying than ordinary orcs.

In addition to the corpses of giant orcs, the place was also filled with dozens of corpses of ordinary orcs, and several corpses of orc champions.

The pungent smell of blood immediately disturbed their sense of smell, but it seemed that they were used to it.

The five hunters were shocked at the impact of the fierce battle before them.

But what shocked them the most was the fact that all of this was done by one person, especially since that person was an 18-year-old youth.

Michel watched them for a moment. His forehead wrinkled, he was annoyed that another problem had just come his way.

'That bastard! After I paid him ten times over, he shouldn't be allowed to sell information about this dungeon to others.' Michel gritted his teeth.

After leaving this dungeon, he would make the middle-aged man regret having broken their agreement.

The dungeon they entered suddenly shook, it was a sign that the dungeon master had been killed.

"You'd better get out of this dungeon before it completely collapses!" Michel warned them while pulling out his sword from the giant orc's head.

"Who are you?" The red-haired man asked while taking in the young man's appearance.

Michel's condition was so bad, he looked like he could lose consciousness at any time. His armor was very damaged, his body was full of wounds and blood, his skin was pale and his breathing was unstable.

'This is bad,' Michel thought as he saw the greed that appeared on their faces.

"Boss, why do we have to know the name of the corpse?" The big man thoughtlessly revealed his bad intentions.

"We're so lucky today! We don't have to bother cleaning the entire dungeon, someone has already done it for us." The thin man immediately took out his two short swords.

Except for the red-haired man, they had all prepared weapons to attack Michel.

"As you can see, you have no choice but to give all your possessions to us!" The red-haired man threatened Michel.

'Fuck!' Michel was angry and cursed his bad luck. It seemed that they all underestimated him because he was badly injured and exhausted, and he realized that.

"Give us all your possessions now, and we'll let you live!" The red-haired man made an offer to Michel.

"You'll regret it," Michel said quietly.

The five hunters thought Michel would give them his possessions, but they were wrong.

Michel suddenly drew his sword towards them and spoke.

"Blame yourself if you all die!"

Moments later, a young man suddenly appeared inside the dungeon and carried a torch.

The young man's face was filled with curiosity like he had been waiting for a moment like this for a long time.

He was not allowed by his father to enter the dungeon, but his curiosity overpowered his father's warning.

In addition, the dungeon gate was already cracked, which meant that the dungeon would be destroyed in a few minutes.

If he didn't enter the dungeon now, then for the rest of his life he might never enter the dungeon.

The young man thought. 'I'll just take a quick look around the gate, there's no way I'll get into trouble just because of that, right?

His ears suddenly caught the sound of rapid footsteps. When the young man looked in the direction the sound came from, he saw an image that would forever haunt his dreams.

The skinny hunter ran to avoid the slash of the sword, but he was too late, Michel managed to slash the neck of the skinny man until his head fell and rolled on the ground.

The young man froze as he felt his face splashed with blood.

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