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

This is the ultimate move unleashed by the second and third sons of the four Jaliba brothers—Du Hualin and Beierlin.

The two launched their attack from the left and right sides in perfect unison, using undefendable and unavoidable moves to immediately block their opponent's retreat, showing no mercy as they prepared to crush Aisha.

"—I was interrupted again."

Before that, the eldest son Alflick and the youngest son Ger said this impatiently.

As if sharing the same vision, the quadruplets quickly jumped away from Aisha, intending to finish her off in one go.

The next second, a powerful "lightning strike" exploded where the four brothers had been standing.

"Lady Nazha...! Thank you for your help!"

"Tch, if it weren't for her, we'd be dead countless times already!"

The rapier-shaped "Krozo Demon Sword" that was fired was stuck in the center of the newly formed crater.

With a loud thank you, he rushed toward the rapier-shaped "demon sword" stuck in the ground, pulled it out, and immediately swept it across the four Jaliba brothers.

"Once again, we failed to finish off our opponent."

“How many times has this happened?”

"This is the eleventh time."

"They cleared out the other adventurers so quickly, but [Lijie] and [Jueying] are really persistent."

The four brothers complained in unison, while easily dodging the only lightning strike that could defeat them—the powerful firepower provided by the magic sword.

This is the southeast side of the western side of the urban ruins—the "main battlefield".

The left-wing forces of the faction alliance have not yet been completely wiped out.

The remaining adventurers successfully withstood the fierce attacks of the valiant warriors led by the Four Flame Warriors, and even the gods watching from the city cheered them on without reservation.

And this is all thanks to the cautious and fearful "archers," who are more timid than anyone else.

"They're too fast...! I couldn't possibly hit them!"

Naza, who was positioned behind Aisha and the others and served as a sniper at the end of a stepped corridor with two rows of stone pillars on the left and right, with an average height of about ten meters, complained almost in agony, while drawing an arrow—or rather, a "magic sword"—from the quiver behind her and nocking it on her longbow.

Naza used the "Crozo Magic Sword" for long-range shooting.

Thanks to her sniping to keep the first-level adventurers occupied, Aisha and the others on the left flank were able to continue fighting.

"Sniping the enemy while simultaneously replenishing our allies' 'Magic Swords'...! I never imagined such a tactic existed!"

"It's just a coincidence! But those little people are gradually getting used to our fighting style! We need to be careful not to let them intercept the 'Demon Sword'!"

Naza shot out a rapier-shaped "magic sword".

Although the shot missed its target, the sword exploded upon landing, forcing back the previously locked enemy. Aisha and the others were also able to retrieve the "Demon Sword" and obtain "supplies."

It can be said that they provided cover for friendly forces while simultaneously replenishing their own forces.

It was precisely because of this method that the left-wing forces were able to maintain their lines so precariously. Without this cover, Aisha knew they would have collapsed completely.

After receiving supplies from Naza and obtaining the "Demon Sword," Ming and his companions bravely launched an attack on Alfred and his group.

"Chienthrope! You must protect Aisha even if it kills you!"

"We, the fighting whores, will hold off these valiant warriors! Oooooooo!"

Naza was completely focused on supporting Aisha and her life, which meant fighting against the four Jaliba brothers.

As for the other enemy forces—the valiant warriors who intended to deal with this troublesome archer first—they were being desperately held back by the war prostitutes who admired Aisha. Thanks to them, Naza was able to focus on providing cover amidst her near-death experience.

She constantly moved through the corridor, actively changing her sniping positions.

"The other side has an excellent sniper."

"And they are very cautious."

"Hedin's plans were disrupted in part, and he deserved it."

"Don't get too excited, we've been completely held back by the enemy."

Although the four Jaliba brothers acted with ease, they also frankly praised Nazha.

The Freya Familia's battle plan was to deplete the "Krozo Demon Sword" in large quantities before annihilating the enemy forces in one fell swoop.

But Naza's quick thinking caused their plan to be thwarted.

Aside from the reserve forces, all other units, as Hedin had predicted, heavily overused the magic swords—except for Naza, whose "magic sword" was still in use. This was because, based on her own judgment, she hadn't followed Lily's orders to use the "magic sword" for precise shooting, instead prioritizing self-preservation in her combat.

"These 'magic swords' are my life-saving charms, right...? Of course I won't let them go easily...! After all, I lost an arm because of my rash actions...!"

Naza Orichis, who quit her job as an adventurer six years ago, always prioritizes "safety" in every battle. This is because she suffered a psychological trauma when a monster bit off her arm while exploring a dungeon, and since then she has never been able to muster the courage to fight monsters again.

But she also became smarter and stronger as a result.

(No problem, I know my limitations. I can only assist them from the sidelines, so I must stay calm...!)

Sweating profusely, Nazha was constantly calculating the number of "magic swords" remaining in her quiver, never seeking quick success but wholeheartedly fulfilling her duty of support.

She never thought she could defeat a level 1 adventurer.

I never thought I could become a hero.

It is precisely because of this mentality that the left-wing forces have survived to this day.

That shameful past has ironically enabled her to help her companions through a crisis.

"But the outcome is already obvious... this will only lead to them running out of ammunition and reinforcements!"

However, Nazha has also realized the truth: the current situation is just a desperate struggle.

Once the "magic sword" is exhausted, the four Jariba brothers will be able to easily counterattack and defeat Aisha, Ming, and Naza as easily as taking candy from a baby. Therefore, they do not force things but patiently wait for this delicate balance to collapse on its own.

A bitter and resigned look flashed across Nazha's face.

Eight to two.

This is the result of digitizing the current situation in the war game.

Moreover, this is a proportion estimated by a biased factional alliance.

While the city's inhabitants silently observed the battle, the civilians were terrified by the one-sided annihilation, their faces turning pale. The overwhelming disparity in strength deterred them from continuing to offer support. Even those few instances of resistance that were hardly commendable were too numerous to bear; the vast majority of citizens, witnessing the overwhelming disparity in strength, could no longer stand by and watch.

As for the adventurers actually engaged in the fierce battle, despite experiencing a profound despair that far surpassed anything spectators could imagine, they still fought tenaciously. At this point, it was all about pride. Facing an overwhelmingly powerful enemy, the adventurers knew they were no match, so they resorted to desperate measures, driven by a desire to at least save face. Whether it was inflicting minor injuries or causing trouble, anything that disrupted the enemy was enough. Because the Freya Familia was so powerful that it enraged the adventurers, they completely forgot their pre-battle apprehension and transformed into valiant warriors.

The most important point is that everyone wants to teach these damn bastards a lesson they deserve.

After all, the faction alliance's "trump card" has not yet fallen.

Any adventurer with a modicum of sense has already realized that they are being used as "bait".

The commander (Lily) intends to use them as a smokescreen to send the "White Rabbit" to the goddess (Freya).

So the odds of winning, which are much slimmer than a spider's thread, mean that the last glimmer of hope has not yet vanished.

The adventurers kept reassuring themselves that their only hope must still remain.

Therefore, adventurers are still fighting to the death.

Those familiar with the unfinished hero (the rookie) roared in anger.

Aisha, Ming, Naza, Daphne, and Cassandra, who had not yet fallen, continued their fight, while Chunji ignored the sweat soaking her clothes and kept chanting.

After countless fierce battles—

Suddenly, a loud bang shattered all hope.

"──────────────────────────────"

The battlefield fell silent instantly.

A deafening roar, powerful enough to grip one's heart and drown out all other screams, came from the side.

Everyone fighting on the island stopped moving.

Regardless of friend or foe—

Everyone looked in that "direction".

The valiant warriors all gasped.

The adventurers all turned pale.

The level 1 adventurers all narrowed their eyes without changing their expressions.

The faction's leaders all looked toward the "northwest," where they had been pretending not to hear the explosion.

"Please stop hitting me!!"

The first person to shed tears was Eina.

"Please...please, stop hitting me...!"

"E-Eina..."

Looking at the scene reflected in the "mirror", Eina excitedly stood up from her chair.

After shouting at the top of her lungs, she covered her face and cried, tears streaming down her face, completely unable to hear her colleague (Misia) calling out to her.

"──……!!"

Ais clenched her hands so tightly they almost bled.

She kept cursing herself for not being on the "battlefield," her face filled with despair.

While the other first-level adventurers kept their lips tightly shut, only Tiona, with her ashen face, could understand Ais's feelings.

"Lord Bell!?"

The last person to cry out was Lily.

Faced with such an "end," the mask of a commander on her face was almost shattered, and she could no longer maintain her composure.

Those trembling chestnut eyes gazed at the enormous figure reflected in the crystal, standing on the "Amphitheater".

A martial artist grabbed the boy's head with one hand and lifted him off the ground.

"...Uh...Ugh...Ah...Ugh...!?"

The boy listened to the sounds of his skull being squeezed and let out a disjointed wail.

His body was riddled with holes, and all his protective gear had been reduced to fragments.

The feet, off the ground, dangled in mid-air like a broken pendulum.

Bell Craney tasted the bitterness of "utter defeat".

"..."

The boar-man warrior remained silent throughout.

He held the black greatsword in his left hand without changing his expression, while his right hand held the boy's head.

Those earth-red eyes were still scrutinizing the battered and bruised boy.

"Don't break it, okay?"

In the distance—

Hearing a rumbling sound in the ancient and decaying "House of Gods," the goddess of beauty, who was in control of the situation, uttered these words with one hand supporting her cheek and her eyes closed.

There was no smile or joy on her face; she simply accepted the "natural ending" silently.

"Stand up."

“Hmm!?”

O'Ta gently flicked his right hand.

This casual movement sent Bell crashing into the collapsed rubble.

The "Amphitheater" was completely unrecognizable, a testament to the ferocity of the battle that had just taken place.

Scorched by flames and lightning, and affected by various attacks, the walls and stands collapsed, and the stone floor was left in ruins.

These are all evidence of the unfinished hero (Bell Crane) fighting with all his might.

On a battlefield where all signs pointed to fierce fighting, Ota was "completely unharmed" to an almost unbelievable degree.

For a young person, a martial artist is an awe-inspiring figure who represents "despair".

"Ah, um, uh ah ah ah...!? Uh, gurgle, um um um...!!"