You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

"This... what on earth is this..."

The hunter's lips trembled, and he could barely hold onto his bow.

The priest's lips trembled, and only dry gurgling sounds came from his throat. As the rock goblin approached step by step, like a demon descending to earth, he completely forgot his prayer of holy light.

Who the hell could have imagined this?!

Would a dungeon really design monsters that prioritize allies over enemies and attack ten times harder?!

"Roar!! It's your turn! You treacherous ants!!"

The rock goblin's crimson single eye locked onto the two, and its massive, murderous foot rose high once more.

……

"Where's the ring?!?"

The moment the fourth member of the Holy Lance team appeared in the graveyard, the icy and aloof Belin completely broke down!

The mask that had maintained its cold elegance shattered instantly, and her gaze pierced the four team members who wished they could bury their heads in the ground.

That is the Ring of the Traitor!

The Holy Lance Organization's prized possession, passed down through generations!

It is a legendary item that was saved by countless S-level dungeon raids and countless experts who paved the way with blood and failures!

The responsibility of the team leader is heavier than a mountain. She took a huge risk and cautiously used the role only once, just to ensure that those 10 points were firmly in her grasp...

And then, surprisingly!

With a thud, Belin collapsed to one knee as if she could no longer support herself. She dug her hands into the cold cemetery soil, her knuckles turning white, and her carefully styled long silver hair became disheveled, covering half of her face.

No one could see her expression; all they could hear was her suppressed, whimpering, nasal-tonic roar, like a trapped beast.

"Where is the ring?! Tell me...it's not lost, is it? Is it still inside with the rest of the people?!"

Her voice carried a last glimmer of hope, but the trembling at the end of her note betrayed the despair in her heart.

The four team members seemed to have an invisible hand choking them, their heads hanging down like prisoners who had committed a capital crime, even holding their breath.

Answer? Saying anything at this moment will only add fuel to the fire!

Belin suddenly raised her head, her face a mixture of overwhelming anger and deepest self-reproach, her usually cold eyes now bloodshot.

She stared intently at the entrance to the Black Language Cave, which resembled a mocking smile, for a moment, then disappeared into the light of the graveyard's teleportation without uttering another word.

Witzel, who witnessed all of this, instantly lost the gloom on his face that had been weighing on him because of the team's rapid annihilation.

An barely suppressed smile was faintly revealed beneath his expression!

"The Holy Lance team... ultimately failed to secure 10 points!"

What followed was an indescribable schadenfreude!

The Holy Lance has lost the Ring of the Traitor!

This means that one of the Holy Lance's biggest trump cards has become completely ineffective in future battles for S-rank dungeons!

Surpassing the Silver Blade? That's a pipe dream!

Even maintaining third place will be severely impacted by the Golden Wind!

This is absolutely the best news for Silver Blade!

but--

After the initial joy, when Viser's gaze returned to the unremarkable entrance to the Black Language Cave, he was filled with unprecedented shock and solemnity.

A small E-rank dungeon!

A place he considered a "training ground for beginners" has repeatedly destroyed top-tier raiding teams, even causing Holy Lance to pay the heavy price of losing its signature artifact.

"Adventurers' Guild... those ten points weren't so easy to get after all..."

A bitter, self-deprecating smile appeared on Viser's lips.

He should have realized that a dungeon that could command such an outrageous price from the Adventurers' Guild could not possibly be simple.

He took a deep breath, his eyes no longer showing any contempt, but instead displaying the seriousness one only sees when facing a real challenge.

He addressed the guild recorder who had rushed up behind him, declaring clearly and calmly:

"From this moment forward, the Black Language Cavern will be officially incorporated into Silver Blade's core research plan, with the highest priority!"

It is no longer a spur-of-the-moment goal, but a task that must be conquered!

After the announcement was made, Viser did not leave.

He stood like a stone statue at the edge of the cemetery, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the entrance to the Black Language Grotto.

He was waiting, waiting for the fate of that team that also possessed legendary equipment—Golden Wind!

No one knew that, for that tempting 10 points, the third-ranked Golden Wind also went all out, even using a legendary item comparable to the Betrayer's Ring.

Instead of displaying it ostentatiously like the Holy Lance, they quietly slipped the ominous, jet-black stone to the core team members who were about to enter the dungeon.

The Resurrection Stone of Anubis!

Chapter 58 Honest Bigfoot Goblin

"Thank goodness! Thank goodness for Lord Anubis's protection!!"

The five Golden Wind members, whose hearts had stopped and then suddenly revived in the green poisonous fog, collapsed to the ground, panting heavily with lingering fear.

If it weren't for the timely release of the life-saving resurrection stone from their pockets after the explosion of the poisonous mushroom that could have killed them instantly, they would already be lying on the cold graveyard slabs!

Ron, who saw this scene through the monitor panel, narrowed his eyes instantly, his interest piqued:

"Oh? Resurrected on the spot? That's impressive..."

This rare method of resurrecting directly within a dungeon undoubtedly points to another legendary existence.

His fingertips moved quickly across the virtual panel, precisely capturing the target information:

【Name: Anubis's Resurrection Stone】

[Quality: Legend]

[Usage Level: LV1 and above]

[Effect 1: After activation, the wearer and all members of their party can be resurrected once at the location of death with full health (only effective within dungeons)]

[Effect 2: Passive Protection, blocks one fatal attack for the wearer (Effects 1 and 2 will be disabled upon triggering)]

[Restriction: The effect can only be activated once per instance.]

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Ron clicked his tongue, his eyes gleaming with the light of a hunter spotting rare prey:

"This group of pioneers... they're all quite wealthy..."

Another powerful term has emerged!

However, he is not in a hurry to take action at the moment.

"The show is only halfway through... let's see how far you can go."

Having just crawled back from the clutches of death, the five members of the Golden Wind were now on an unprecedentedly pathological level of "caution"!

The hunter, now in charge, caught his breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and spoke with a tense voice, as if relieved to have survived a close call:

"Everyone... stay alert! Keep going... proceed cautiously! One flare at a time!"

He was the first to raise his bow and arrow, firing one blinding flare after another at every suspicious shadow in the distance, as if they were free.

Even knowing that the poisonous mushroom had already exploded, he wanted to make sure that no one escaped.

The berserker tank, who was originally in charge of the vanguard, was now walking on thin ice, taking each step with trepidation, his eyes wide open as if he could see through the rock wall.

The other three, like frightened birds, gripped their weapons tightly, a chill running down their spines, as if a deadly sneak attack could emerge from any corner at any moment.

After crawling like snails for an unknown amount of time, they finally made their way to the outer edge of the goblin's lair with trepidation.

The familiar scene is playing out again!

The goblin with its enormous right leg and rock-hard skin charged straight toward them once again with a chilling gait!

His voice still carried that hoarse, eerie tone, desperately trying to imitate friendliness:

"Stop! Don't do it! Friends! I'm your ally! I'm here to help you!"

"Here we go again, Captain!"

The sharp-eyed monk gasped in surprise, his voice trembling.

The five people's hearts jumped into their throats, and their scalps tingled!

The deadly trap they had just experienced had made them highly sensitive to anything "special"!

Is this eerie goblin a deadly trap? Or...?

"It's coming! Captain, decide quickly! To fight or not to fight?!"

The berserker's arm, gripping the giant axe, bulged with veins, sweat dripped down his forehead, and his voice was hoarse from extreme tension.

The hunter's forehead instantly became covered in cold sweat, his brain working frantically.

To fight or not to fight?

This damn dungeon is driving me crazy!

"Make it stop!"

At this critical moment, the priest, who had been silent at the back of the group, suddenly shouted loudly, his voice filled with an unquestionable command:

"An ally?! Prove it now! Stand still! Hands up! Don't move!"

The miracle happened!

The charging goblin with its big feet suddenly stopped, frozen motionless several meters away!

It also tried its best to mimic a harmless appearance, raising its two arms covered with rocky folds high!

"call……"