Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

The strange man's supposedly indestructible body was instantly covered in wounds.

Philweis, who was plunged into utter chaos by an unimaginable situation, saw it.

A beautiful golden light emanated from the werewolf as it launched a frenzied attack.

Lv.7.

"Level Upgrade".

Having temporarily reached the "pinnacle" through his most powerful sorcery, Bert possesses the strength to destroy the bodies of monsters. Using his surge of power, he aggressively imprisoned Philwiss in a brutally beaten cage.

"Werewolves...! This is outrageous!?"

He shouldn't be able to stand up anymore.

They shouldn't be able to return to the battlefield.

Philweis had utterly destroyed Bert before. Although she hadn't managed to finish him off, his body, bound hand and foot by chains known as the fatal wound, should have been incapable of continuing to fight, yet—

The "battered werewolf" roared at Phil Weiss, whose eyes were filled with confusion and doubt:

"It's all those good-for-nothings' fault for daring to talk back! If I can't even beat someone like you, where am I supposed to put my pride?!"

After unleashing the "roar of the strong," the werewolf's fangs pierced through Philvis's body once again.

Seeing her opponent unleash an attack aimed at draining all of her "magic power," Philvis, whose body was both regenerated and damaged, only now experienced true horror for the first time.

The fear of being pushed step by step towards death, and the clear feeling of life gradually diminishing.

The freak who should have dominated the battlefield can now only regard the enemy in front of him—the "werewolf" whom he has always looked down upon—as his most threatening opponent.

"—Get out of my way, you idiot!"

Phil Weiss's almond-shaped eyes widened as she launched a fierce counterattack.

This time, the continuous swings of the metal gloves caused Bert to cough up blood, and his fists transformed into countless balls of light that struck his opponent.

"It's come to this! I can't die! How can I die here!"

"...!?"

"Die!! Just die now, you werewolf!!"

Unable to control her fury, Phil Weiss launched a desperate counterattack.

Because her life was threatened, her deep-seated emotions and violence were stirred up, turning into bullets composed of sorrow and hatred, which hit Bert.

Even with blood splattering everywhere and his unsteady steps causing Bert to reflexively retreat—but in his bloodlust, he took a big step and continued forward.

"It's so noisy!!"

This was a headbutt delivered with full force.

The brutal counterattack caused Phil Weiss to bleed profusely from the head, thus halting her counterattack.

"You'd better die!!"

A powerful right fist, an iron fist swung in retaliation.

The fierce attacks and chaotic strikes that caused blood to splatter on both sides clashed.

A head-on confrontation.

Abandoning their defenses, the two roared and used every trick in the book to eliminate the enemy before them.

His right and left fists exploded on the spot.

The palm strike and the upper side kick collided.

The battle raged back and forth, reaching a stalemate.

Bert had already used an almost unfair level-up, yet Philvis still held the upper hand in terms of potential ability. A true monster would never allow adventurers to trample on its head.

The explosive punches deformed fingers, and the impact caused cracks in the bones. The stalemate left both fighters with cuts and bruises.

However, the roar of the strong did not stop.

「!?」

"Ugh ugh ...

Faced with the werewolf who held on to his last stand and fought desperately, Phil Weiss felt fear for the first time, and the filthy girl was on the defensive for the first time.

In front of Lina, Haruhime whom she was supporting, and Luluni and the others who were standing by in a daze, the strong man proved his indomitable fighting spirit and determination to defeat his opponent.

"Bert, sir...!"

Furthermore, the "roar of the strong" also reached Lefia's ears.

She, who had been struggling on the ground, began to gather her strength and make a sound from her throat.

"Proud warriors... Forest archers...!"

Rafia began to sing, her voice trembling.

This is to support Bert.

This is in order to win.

This was to stop Philweis.

(Get up! Stand up now!! If you don't pull yourself together now, when will you!?)

Lefia spurred her unruly body.

To fulfill her vow to "defeat the young girl," she ignored the excruciating pain in her body.

And—

at this time.

There were no warning signs whatsoever.

There was no warning.

It's as if I resonate with the poems of adventurers who fought tirelessly.

Suddenly, a clear and melodious "that" rang out.

"──────"

Lefia clearly heard "that voice".

*

"It's all over, Loki! Nidhogg will be activated soon!"

It was clear that the song of destruction that echoed across the floors was nearing its end.

This is the prelude to recreating the ancient "madness" feast, which led to the collapse of the lower realm.

Dionysus cheered as the "bomb" activation spell was about to be completed in a few minutes.

"Hahahaha! I won! In the name of 'Urban Destroyer,' I hereby declare: Bring destruction upon this hateful land—!!"

Dionysus burst into laughter.

Hearing his idol's laughter, loud enough to shake the entire cave, Loki gritted his teeth in anger.

Dionysus seemed to regard the goddess's appearance as a delicious appetizer, and was completely intoxicated with ecstasy.

"Hahahahahahahaha────…………?"

However, the male god gradually stopped laughing.

Loki also jolted and reflexively looked up.

“…What’s going on?”

Swaying.

The music begins.

An echo did indeed occur at the scene.

Both the dumbfounded Dionysus and the astonished Loki clearly sensed "that".

Hearing the same "voice" as Lefia.

Thump th ...

The beautiful tone was incredibly crisp.

This resonant tone was incredibly resolute.

The continuous "bell" tolled throughout the entire labyrinth.

"This is—"

"...The chimes of the clock tower?"

The blacksmith master and the dwarf warrior both stopped what they were doing and listened intently.

"Where did that sound come from...?"

While manipulating "magic," the elven royal mage couldn't help but twitch his long ears.

"That voice..."

"That sounds so nice..."

The Amazonian twins even forgot they were on the battlefield, reveling in the sound of the bells.

"Could it be—"

The strongest warrior couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The sound reverberated throughout every corner of the artificial labyrinth that had been transformed into a demonic city. Adventurers engaged in deadly battles in the great caverns and various passageways all heard this majestic and awe-inspiring melody. The bell tolled not with a sacred or noble quality, but rather like a blessing from heaven, spreading throughout the entire underground, even drowning out the poems of destruction that threatened to destroy the city, transforming them into a sacred hymn capable of dispelling evil.

To the adventurers, the sound was like a "war cry".

It's like a shout that can shake the very soul.

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

Everyone is listening to this voice.

Even the evil fairy was stunned on the spot, causing the man-made maze to fall into a temporary silence.

Thump th ...

Just as a solemn tone can evoke contemplation, let's rewind to a few minutes earlier.

“You, you are…”

A feather slowly danced and landed in front of Raul.

It was a beautiful, shimmering feather, as if woven from threads of hope.

A songbird gracefully flapped its wings and flew above the adventurers' heads, then released its grappling hooks, freeing the beings that had been transported there.

The boy was put down in mid-air, and after falling a short distance, he landed safely on the ground.

He was carrying a heavily damaged greatsword.

A black scarf and snow-white hair fluttered in the wind.

A pair of deep red eyes were revealed.

One of the adventurers, who was standing there stunned, muttered to himself upon seeing this.

—He looks like a "hero".

"...!"

The boy couldn't help but shudder.

Faced with the dragon-shaped monster that seemed to have stepped out of a fairy tale, a hint of fear appeared on his face.

However, he immediately closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had an expression of unparalleled bravery.

His eyes revealed that he understood why he had been brought here and the mission he had to complete.

Bell Crane stared ahead.

"Please protect me."

He gripped the greatsword with both hands, pointed it forward, and uttered those words.