Inside the blood-curdling ruin, the passage was emitting rays of light, the symbol of hope. The goblins lacked intelligence. And intelligence is the root of fear. Fear ensures that a

the creature has an in-built warning system to avoid trouble and survive. But how do you scare something that lacked proper intelligence? That's it. You can't.

Despite witnessing the menace Ryan and Brock caused to their company, they moved on, prioritizing blood thirst over safety. And that's one of the reasons this creature is so lethal. Leaping, crawling, and struggling to continue the hunt, Brock and Ryan didn't have much time to get back to action. Brock used cosmium to push them toward the passage. The goblins teared up holes through the roots and crowded under the sand fountain. Sure those scratches could do no

possible harm but surely the flow was getting damaged and the stream was getting unstable.

Brock mumbled, "Shaky ride ain't it?"

Ryan smirked. They were somewhat far up from those goblins and it felt like there were thousands of them.

"The council managed this? How? Like that's the most chaotic way to test someone." Brock couldn't get rid of these questions from his mind.

Getting up to the passage there was a plain b space before the slope. Standing there, the question aroused

"What's waiting upwards?"

"Did you get into any trouble coming down here?"Brock glanced toward Ryan.

"Well..no. But.."

"There's no but. Then it's safe if you didn't find any issue."

"If there's one way..."

"There's nothing. You are just being a pessimist. Use some common sense"

Ryan sighed, "Well okay. Bossy as always."

This time Ryan took the responsibility of pushing. They were going upwards smoothly until.

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something creaked.

"What's that sound?"Ryan asked, getting alert.

"Ruins always got that sort of sound."

Brock was getting impatient as always because he couldn't suppress the thrill of submitting a golden orb.

"Don't be that clumsy. You know what to expect from this test, don't you?"

Brock kinda got back to his senses remembering all those unexpected traps from before.

They have passed a good distance, and the base felt vague. Little did they know that a trap door opened and a chamber connected with the plain space. The little bit of dim light coming from downwards was now completely absent, that was the only clue. But enough light was coming from up ahead to let them notice the difference.

And suddenly, air started to blow from the chamber without any warning.

"Who the hell got the idea of cooling us? That's the best thing they did so far."Brock grinned and did a thumbs-up to cheer Ryan up.

"Uh...don't you think they are trying to blow us up?"

Indeed the air pressure was increasing.

"Then what? It's gonna be a free ride."

"There's a ceiling up ahead."

Their floor was shaking now violently due to the air pressure. Brock now got a little bit worried.

But unexpectedly the airflow stopped.

"See? It was indeed to fan us."Brock got back his chill in. Probably he also lacked the nerves to fear upcoming possible jeopardizes.

But Ryan made up for that part.

The creaking sound again. And this time the sound wasn't momentary. The sound started to get louder.

Now Brook peeked through the space beside the roots.

And Brocks's throat dried up.

Ryan was right. The test could get worse.

A boulder was coming toward them, accelerating fast.

There was hardly a way to escape or damage it.

THERE IS ALWAYS MORE ROOM FOR TROUBLE IN THIS TEST.