Lancy nodded. “Agreed. We’ll restrain them for now and deal with them after we’ve cleared the dungeon.”

The man’s smirk faltered slightly, but he said nothing as Lancy tied his hands behind his back. The hooded figure offered no resistance as John did the same to them.

With the captives secured, the party regrouped, their determination renewed. The dungeon lay ahead, its dark maw waiting to swallow them whole. Miles took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenges to come.

Objective updated: Proceed into the dungeon. Caution advised.

Miles couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the system’s timing. “Guess we’re back to square one,” he muttered, his voice tinged with both apprehension and resolve.

As they moved toward the dungeon, Miles felt the weight of their task pressing down on him. The captives’ actions had caused so much pain, but stopping them was only the first step. The true challenge was still ahead, and he had a feeling it was going to test them all in ways they weren’t prepared for.

The air inside the dungeon was thick and oppressive, a palpable reminder of the dangers that awaited. As the party descended into the dark, cavernous depths, Miles felt the weight of anticipation settling heavily on his shoulders. His system chimed in, breaking the uneasy silence.

Warning: Hostile creatures detected. Prepare for immediate engagement.

Nancy clutched her staff tightly, John raised his shield defensively, and Lancy unsheathed her blades, her expression sharp and focused. Miles, however, could only steel himself for what was to come.

The first attack came out of nowhere. A massive, snarling beast lunged at the group, its claws glinting in the dim light of the dungeon. Miles barely had time to react.

"Roll for safety," the system urged.

He did, and the result was barely enough to avoid the creature’s claws. He stumbled back as Lancy darted forward, slicing through the beast with precision.

“That was too close,” John muttered, panting as the group regrouped.

Miles nodded, his heart racing. He had narrowly avoided injury, but the system’s next warning sent a chill down his spine.

"More hostile creatures detected. Prepare for continuous engagement."

The words proved true as wave after wave of creatures descended upon them. They came in all shapes and sizes—feral wolves, venomous spiders, and shadowy wraiths that seemed to materialize from the very walls. Miles found himself rolling again and again, each roll a desperate attempt to evade the relentless onslaught.

“Stay behind me!” John shouted, raising his shield to block an incoming attack.

Miles wanted to comply, but the creatures were everywhere. His system was relentless in its commands.

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Roll for safety. Roll for evasion. Roll for agility.

The dice appeared in his hand over and over, each roll draining him further. He felt his stamina depleting rapidly, each successful roll a small victory that came at a steep cost.

Nancy unleashed bursts of magic whenever she could, but her spells were limited in power. Lancy, meanwhile, fought with tireless efficiency, cutting down creatures with a level of skill that left the rest of the party in awe.

Despite their efforts, the creatures kept coming. Miles felt his energy waning, his vision blurring as his body screamed for rest.

“Can’t we stop for a moment?” he gasped, clutching his knees as the latest wave of creatures fell.

“We can’t,” Lancy said, her voice firm but not unkind. “Stopping now would only put us in more danger. We need your rolls, Miles.”

Miles wanted to argue, but the looks on their faces—determined and expectant—kept him quiet. They were relying on him, and he couldn’t bear to let them down.

So he kept rolling.

By the time they reached the boss chamber, Miles was running on fumes. The cavernous room was eerily silent, save for the sound of dripping water echoing in the distance. At its center stood the boss—a towering, grotesque creature with glowing red eyes and jagged claws.

Boss detected. Level 12. High difficulty anticipated.

Miles swallowed hard as the creature let out a deafening roar. The battle began in an instant.

The boss moved with terrifying speed, its claws swiping at anything in its path. John’s shield blocked the first strike, but the force of the blow sent him staggering back.

“Focus on its legs!” Lancy shouted, darting in to deliver a series of quick strikes.

Nancy tried to cast a slowing spell, but the boss shrugged it off like it was nothing.

Miles, meanwhile, rolled again and again—dodging the boss’s attacks, finding weak points, and directing the others. Each roll felt like it was pulling energy directly from his soul.

"Roll for evasion."

"Roll for strategy."

"Roll for stamina."

He complied, even as his limbs grew heavy and his vision darkened at the edges.

“I can’t keep this up,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

“You have to,” Lancy said sharply, not taking her eyes off the boss. “We need you, Miles.”

The words cut deeper than any blade. Gritting his teeth, Miles pushed himself further, rolling again as the boss unleashed a devastating area attack.

The dice landed on a high number, and the system chimed in.

Success. Party evasion complete.

Relief washed over him briefly, but it was short-lived. The boss turned its attention to him, its glowing eyes locking onto his exhausted form.

“Miles, move!” Nancy screamed.

He tried to roll again, but his hand shook as he reached for the dice. His vision blurred completely, and his knees buckled.

The last thing he heard before darkness claimed him was the system’s monotone voice.

Critical exhaustion detected. User consciousness compromised.

When Miles opened his eyes, the battle was over. He was lying on the cold, hard ground, his body aching all over. Lancy stood over him, her swords sheathed but still dripping with dark ichor.

“You’re awake,” she said, her tone softer than usual.

“What happened?” he croaked, his throat dry.

“You collapsed,” John said, helping him sit up. “Lancy defeated the boss. It’s over.”

Miles looked around. The boss’s massive, lifeless body lay crumpled in the center of the chamber, its red eyes now dim.

“You did great,” Nancy added, though her tone was tinged with concern. “But you pushed yourself too hard.”

Miles nodded weakly, the weight of his exhaustion pressing down on him. He had succeeded in helping the party, but at what cost?

“You can’t keep doing this,” Lancy said firmly, kneeling beside him. “You’re not a machine, Miles. If you keep pushing yourself like this, you’ll die.”

Her words stung, but Miles knew she was right. He had reached his limit, and it was clear that relying solely on his rolls wasn’t sustainable.

As the party helped him to his feet and prepared to leave the dungeon, Miles made a silent vow to himself. He needed to find a way to balance his abilities without sacrificing his own well-being. Because if this dungeon had taught him anything, it was that even the luckiest rolls couldn’t save him if he wasn’t strong enough to stand on his own.