In the admin room, Raven Hart was sitting on a chair, his right hand making a fist with his cheek resting on it, and Sylvan Shade had crossed legs and interlocked fingers resting on his knee.

With both facing, the exit, but not looking at it. In reality, they were paying attention to the invaders.

Raven said, “I didn't know they could bring tanks with them to the dungeon.”

Sylvan responded, “Anything that isn’t a sentient life form doesn’t count as an invader. What surprised me is that 6 can enter; humans must be weaker than I thought.”

I responded, “So basically, the weaker the hunter in a race, the more that can enter at once.”

He said, “I can’t confirm or deny that.”

I chuckled, “Of course you can’t, but I already know the answer. I think this is a glitch in the system that prevents you from saying certain things.”

He sighed, “Yes, but the system is insistent about withholding certain information.”

I answered, “It's fine; anyway, you think they will buy it?”

Sylvan was disdainful as he said, “Humans aren’t the smartest race out there, especially a lower-life form of human. I don’t see why we would get caught early on; however, I hope you would clarify something for me.”

I said nonchalantly, “Ask away, bud.”

So Sylvan asked, “Who is the 9th primordial?”

I was stunned for a moment before turning my head to look at Sylvan, who did the same.

I said, “Isn’t it obvious? The 9th primordial is me, you know, just a cool name to strike fear in their hearts and not make them do anything stupid; don’t you think it’s cool enough?”

Sylvan said promptly, “No, no, no, it's… It's, ah, very cool and scary. I mean, I was surprised to see such a scary name; that’s why I asked, You know?”

This fucker, so he mutters when lying.

“Okay, fancy edge Lord, then what do you think I should have named myself?”

He answered immediately, “On the top of my head, ALEZROTH, the god of… you pick it.”

As I turned my head, I said, “That’s a shitty name.”

Sylvan, appearing even more arrogant, said, “Of course your name reflects the truth of human nature.”

“Fine, your name is better; are you happy now? What a baby!”

Sylvan said with a smile, “Thank you for your honest opinion, my lord.”

-Fuck you; why don't you become the dungeon master if you are so good?-

While the 9th primordial god was bantering with his assistant, the six-man team was waiting on their commander’s orders.

The commander looked toward the gate through the tank, then turned around to see the door that led to the second room.

He wondered, –Why is the first room so small and void of monsters?, and Why did the system send us that message? And why is this room so well-lit? Everything in here defies all we know of gates.

If what this message said is true, then all is well, but if it’s a lie, then we will get wiped out just like the other teams.

The commander said through the radio, “This shouldn’t be my decision alone; we will put it to a vote. I think all of us have our ideas about the system and levels, so I won’t talk much nonsense; let's vote.”

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“I really think we should leave; the dungeon gate is opened; we already explored the first room; let's report and come back later; I vote to leave,” one soldier recommended.

“Today monsters are in gates only; tomorrow they might leave and attack us. How are we to defend ourselves and our country without increasing our power? I vote to fight.”

“If this place can truly help us become stronger, then we will come back later after we make sure of its words. I vote to leave.”

The 4th soldier only said one word, “fight.”

As for the 5th, he left the choice to the commander; whatever the commander says, they will follow; after all, that’s how they were trained.

The commander sighed. “Those who want to fight, let's go to the second room; those who wish to leave, then leave and send a message of what happened here to high command.”

Although he said that once his soldiers heard that he was fighting with them, all the trepidation and fear vanished as they moved together to the second room.

….

In the admin room, I said, “They took the bait.”

Sylvan added, “All thanks to human greed and their charismatic leader.”

I asked Sylvan, “They won’t die to slime, right? We can’t have them die; they are our advertisement.”

Sylvan answered, “They shouldn’t die, unless they are too stupid to live. Oh, right, one slime will not be joining in any fight; it's currently the strongest slime level 7, but it might actually be able to transcend one day.”

I nodded. Unintelligent life forms like slimes and goblins can transcend by reaching level 20; after they reach level 20, they go through a transformation to become intelligent and become level 1, just like a human level 1.

For example, a level 19 slime would be as strong as a level 0 human with an extremely high initial status.

Now the dozy part is that after a slime transcends and reaches level 1 intelligent life form, they will become a lower life form as well, just like a human is a lower life form, which begs the question: when can we escape our rattling as lower life forms?

…

The six invaders all received the same message while they were heading slowly to the second room in their tank and tactical vehicle.

After reading this, the resolve of the six men was strengthened, and they entered the second room, which was still lit but much dimmer than the first. However, they could see that this room was huge, and on the other side of it, there was a weird structure next to a short hallway that ended with stairs through which they couldn’t see the end.

When they looked around, they saw creatures with different heights and widths, with most being four feet tall and three feet wide. Although they didn’t have arms and legs, they could spit out fire, water, and other elements; some even sent blinding flashing light from some parts of their slimy bodies, and their speed made the men's hearts trample as they knew they couldn’t run as fast as they rolled.

The six men looked at the system window speechless.

The men were quiet, reading these messages one by one, word for word, and imprinting them into their minds; after all, these were pieces of information they had never heard of before.

….

I asked Sylvan, “What do you think of these names?”

Sylvan answered, “They are… good.”

…..

“Screw you.”