Chapter 136
Chapter 136
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 136
Chapter Title: The Entry Bosses Within the Dungeon
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Hyrim's party succeeded in defeating the glowing mecha dinosaur, but they collapsed while failing to conquer the jump map that demanded double endurance and perseverance under doubled gravity.
However, the moment he stepped outside, chaos had erupted.
"S-Sunbae! Is that the Dragon-made weapon!?"
"Yeah, seems like it."
"My God..."
Hyrim showed his juniors the sword he'd obtained this time, and the other heroes' eyes went wide.
"It's made from teeth or bones for the blade? Not metal?"
"What kind of wood is the hilt made from? And the leather wrap too..."
"Look at this, the guard looks like it's made from completely different metal."
"No wonder it's one of the most expensive items in that shop..."
Dragon-made equipment was outrageously expensive, to the point where even the elves scraping together coins couldn't afford it.
And yet Hyrim was holding one!
All the heroes envied Hyrim greatly.
Afterward, as Hyrim was testing out his new sword, a group of mages approached him.
"Who might you all be?"
"Pleased to meet you, Hero of the Heavenly Warrior. I'm Jerban, Master of the Raider Mage Guild."
"What brings the Guild Master here...?"
"Hero, I heard you obtained a new weapon this time. Would it be alright if we examined that sword for you?"
"Pardon?"
"Well, you see..."
Jerban's proposal to Hyrim was very straightforward.
They wanted to determine exactly what dragon byproducts the Dragon-made sword was made from.
Hyrim found the offer quite intriguing.
Truth be told, he himself wanted more detailed information on the weapon that would become his prized blade!
Soon, numerous mages filed into the inn's courtyard right before his eyes.
And they immediately began analyzing the sword.
But this couldn't be!
""""Huh...?""""
"Is there a problem?"
"W-Well, it is indeed a sword made from dragon byproducts, but..."
"The results aren't coming out."
That's right! This sword was crafted from the endlessly abundant byproducts of the elder Zarkan!
Moreover, Zarkan was an Ancient Dragon.
A being of the highest rank among dragons, having lived the longest.
It utterly surpassed the scope any current mage could analyze.
Just as everyone was panicking.
Jerban, who had once been a disciple of the Tower Master, suddenly recalled his master's most treasured possession.
It was a dragon scale, a treasure that similarly exceeded analytical limits.
And its origin was—
"A dragon from antiquity...?"
"Pardon?"
And so, the news spread far and wide that Hyrim had obtained a sword forged from an Ancient Dragon's molar.
Debates also arose about why such a perfect weapon, made entirely from such a treasure, had appeared inside the dungeon.
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While the outside world buzzed with talk of the Dragon-made weapon.
Narins's two-week training under him had finally concluded.
Balak announced that she could now enter the boss room, so everyone came inside, worried about the newcomer.
"Oh ho, it's been a while, everyone."
"Balak hyungnim, good work."
"Big bro, no issues?"
"Hahaha! Issues? What issues! Seeing fresh young martial artists after so long just lifts my spirits!"
"""R-Right..."""
Everyone subtly glanced at the figure slumped in the corner of the boss room.
"I'm... a moron sandwich... Useless for anything... Swings a sword technique anyone can use... Wields snot-like sword energy that revives enemies..."
It was Narin, burned as white as her own hair.
"...Hyungnim really put her through the wringer."
"I-Is this the result of that special training?"
"Um... You okay?"
"Sis, per my calculations, it's best to just leave her be."
Seeing the near-maknae Narin in such a state, everyone pitied her.
But Balak's mental training was truly masterful, ensuring she could now objectively assess herself extremely well.
"By the way, big bro, why did you spend so much time training this Narin person?"
"Ah... That? Crescent Moon was tougher on the inside than she looked."
"So, around my level..."
"Second, it was worse than you."
"Captain, what on earth did she do during training to make you say that?"
"I won't say for the sake of her honor."
On the surface, Narin appeared the image of a cold, sharp sword-like martial artist.
But her mentality was as fragile as glass.
A mere scolding from Balak would have her in tears, snot flowing.
High confidence but rock-bottom self-esteem—a truly pitiful woman.
But the moon shines by force of the fiercely burning sun.
Now, her mental threshold for breaking had risen far too high.
"Heh heh heh... Is this serenity and enlightenment? Everything I've been through feels like nothing now."
"Uh... This white one looks like she's attained Buddhahood."
"Tch, feeling serenity from just that? Tch, and lying down even with the veterans here... Crescent Moon, rise!!"
"Eek! Narin Kniiiight!!"
"Did I teach you to be like that!!"
"Nooooo!"
With her spirits snapped back, Narin greeted the newcomers.
"Pleased to meet you all. I'm Narin, a very ordinary swordswoman from the East."
"Indeed, as someone from the East, your manners are impeccable. I'm Ophelia."
"Narin! Nice to meet you! I'm Carelle!"
"Pepira nya! So glad to meetcha nya!"
"A c-cat? And child-sized too?!"
"Hm? You too, perhaps..."
It seemed Carelle and Narin shared a massive point of connection.
Now, leaving Narin's mentality for Pepira to heal.
Balak received full reports from his brothers on all pending matters.
"Even the mini-dungeon has beastkin causing trouble?"
"Sigh... Yes. Stealing from street vendors is daily routine, some go after adventurers' gathered spirit stones, and rotten ones even harm nature's spirits."
"That chaotic, huh..."
"Big bro, any countermeasures?"
"Of course."
Ding!
"Son."
[Yes, Father.]
"Heard you've been in contact with the Empire lately. Tell them to bar troublemaking beastkin from entering the dungeon."
[Understood. Have a satisfying battle, Father.]
"You too, good work."
Ding!
"It'll be sorted soon."
"As expected of big bro!"
Now, with the Empire's giant hand moving to crush the beastkin like rats.
Peace would soon return to the dungeon.
With the mini-dungeon saga concluded, Ferguson reported on the main dungeon.
As expected, aside from beastkin, things inside were uneventful, and they heard about the troll blacksmith Yon.
"That blacksmith expressed a desire to meet me?"
"Yes. He even said he'd come here himself."
"The bait I gave the dhampir worked perfectly."
"Shall we meet before the dungeon settles then?"
Balak saw no reason to delay meeting Yon.
After handling the other reports, Balak approached Narin's group, who were chatting.
"Aw~ Narin, don't call me miss~ Just use my name, like I said."
"N-No, I can't. Seniority is absolute. You should speak casually to me, Miss."
"Sis, just accept it. With your lips curled up like that, you have zero persuasiveness."
"Carelle, you look thrilled nya."
"K-Kh-hm! Oh?! Captain!"
"Everyone getting along well?"
"""Yes!"""
Carelle then headed to Yon on Balak's orders.
"Yon!"
"Hm? Miss Carelle, what brings you here?"
"Well, you see..."
Thanks to Carelle's efforts, the 6th floor had the Nyaotribe, Yon, and Lily all getting along.
Nyaotribe kids even visited Yon's place to play.
The old troll didn't mind the cats.
Having cute Nyaotribe in his once-lonely life, he felt grateful to Carelle deep down.
And curious about her boss Balak, he followed her, bringing Lily like a daughter.
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Not just the 1st floor—the entire dungeon interior was bustling.
Repairing damage from the recent battle while preparing administrator countermeasures.
And managing the low-rank admins locked in the shadow world.
Everyone was busy when.
With Karian handling two major projects, Bellesa was periodically checking the 1st floor.
But this couldn't be!
'That's the blacksmith Yon!'
'Ooooh! Just as Miss Carelle said, what an incredible martial artist!'
[Hueeeek....]
The 7th floor boss Bensi and 8th floor boss troll had come to the 1st floor!
With such an anomaly on 1F, Bellesa hurried to report to Zarkan.
Moments later.
Bang!
"Zarkan-nim!!"
"Hup?!"
A woman burst into a man's private room.
Bellesa saw Zarkan hastily hiding something.
But report first—she showed the 1st floor situation.
"Heh heh heh... Never imagined it'd turn out like this."
"Pfft, right?"
On the 1st floor, everyone except Pengpeng on 10F had gathered.
And they looked so harmonious!
Zarkan and Bellesa couldn't help but smile.
"Bellesa, perhaps this is fate. Just as we've united, they've united too."
"Aw~ Zarkan-nim, didn't we agree not to believe in fate anymore?"
"Hahaha! True enough! In the end, it's all thanks to the Champion's pioneering!"
What story would they forge together?
Bellesa and Zarkan quietly cheered on the 1st floor gathering.
Episode 12, The Entry Bosses Within the Dungeon END.