Chapter 63

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 63

Chapter Title: Blesser (2)

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"Hello, Blesser Aborallis. I heard you came to see me."

"Nice to meet you. You're the..."

"Gronak. The sole survivor of the seventh Dreamland raid... and a friend of Tors and Chase."

Aborallis headed to Fireforge.

To learn about Dreamland.

Fireforge had Gronak.

Unlike Chase, he had survived the final raid.

She had heard the story from her aide Tors beforehand.

But she thought it best to meet him in person and talk directly.

"I truly don't remember what happened in the dungeon. The other surviving dwarves are the same."

"I heard you could check information through the logbook, though you know it can be manipulated. Still, you can get a rough idea."

Dreamland couldn't completely fabricate information about its minions and traps, at least.

The elevator was a prime example.

Gronak nodded.

Dreamland's manipulable information was limited, so it couldn't turn every record into a lie.

And Chase had said something about distinguishing truth from lies by 'losing items'.

"Nothing else besides the elevator info?"

"That's right."

"Wasn't it up to the seventh raid?"

"Well..."

In the sixth raid, no one knew what happened, but Chase had left everything behind—including the logbook—with zero gains.

「Never come here.」

In the seventh, they only returned with what was presumed to be Chase's suicide note.

"Honestly, I want to know why and how my friend died. But that smart guy wrote in his note to never come in... Sigh."

Gronak's expression was complicated.

Aborallis stood, offering him words of comfort.

"Thanks for the info. Someone, including me someday, will avenge your friend. So live out the rest of your days in peace."

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Aborallis pondered.

The reason she was so obsessed with Dreamland was that she had witnessed the possibility of its 'Dungeon Master coming outside'.

This was worth discussing with others.

Turning a variable into a controllable constant was more rational.

Before uploading Dreamland info to the Blesser Gallery, there was one last thing to do.

Visit Dreamland herself.

"Hm..."

Blessers revive even after death.

That's established fact.

We clearly have infinite lives.

Death can't scare us.

But.

Penalties exist.

Level downs, point losses.

No points? Random trait removal.

Dying erases some of what you've built.

Instant-kill traps everywhere, they said.

Better be cautious.

A Blesser with nothing to lose wouldn't care.

But Aborallis, with her dungeon raid plans, had plenty at stake.

Especially now, with all points spent.

She brought the logbook and an escape scroll.

Info manipulation and memory wipes—no system interference possible, so the Dungeon Master surely had 'community functions' disabled.

'If a corpse remains, I could use illusions on it.'

Illusions were unique to Aborallis.

A pretty rare trait.

Honestly, not super necessary, so it stayed at 1-star.

But if she was set on conquering this dungeon, investing in it might be wise.

Especially if she could expand it to 'objects'.

It'd be useful here.

'Feels bad feeding the Dungeon Master points and EXP for free.'

Still, worth the investment to gauge it.

Dreamland was dangerous.

The Dungeon Master could come outside.

That alone was unprecedented.

What threat it might bring was unknown.

Best to eliminate it if possible.

If not, consult other Blessers.

Even rivals had to decide this together.

For this wave, focus on scouting.

Aborallis entered the dungeon.

"What?"

Whoa.

Fuck.

We're totally screwed.

I sat up from atop Squishy and plopped down in front of the monitor.

Wide awake now.

What the hell is this?

A Blesser? Out of nowhere?

Is this for real?

I helped out during that crisis with 3M Hamster, apologized to the kidnapped goblin, gifted gold necklaces and stuff—been living pretty saintly, right?

The world is cold.

So fucking unfair.

Just curses coming out.

Like a hurricane suddenly hitting my neighborhood to wreck my house and car.

Of course, the vets have been warning about Blesser dangers forever.

This world has those kinds of guys.

As a Dungeon Master, I'd face them eventually—but not now, I thought.

Yeah.

What can ya do, fuck it.

She's here, gotta deal.

My favorite saying: Enter a tiger's den with a clear head, and you'll live.

Deep breaths, as Nabu said.

Other newbie dungeons? Screwed.

But mine's packed with mystery anomalies.

Dreamland has three zones.

No matter how skilled, clearing first try? Impossible. Guaranteed.

More important now: plan ahead, not whine.

Hm. If Restia hadn't blabbed.

No way my tracks got exposed.

Just my gut, though.

Maybe I'm too soft.

Restia wouldn't spill.

She even came to Forest of Life to warn about Dreamland.

Exclude that possibility.

All elves dead.

Just wandered Forest of Life a bit.

Hell, even during Yuben scouting, only plants/animals around.

Unless that starving bear testified to her—no way exposed.

I've hidden it well.

Reassuring.

Love you, Sarang.

Ah, right.

Blessers and Dungeon Masters aren't normal.

Even Max that guy.

Died and popped back up.

I eyed Sarang's post.

Not an easy opponent.

Never expected to see 'Wave dungeon trap 1-time disable'.

This is a Blesser, huh.

Would be lying if not scared.

Born to kill Dungeon Masters.

Final boss vibe for us.

If Blessers teamed up on me? Horrifying just thinking.

Sigh.

Hopeful talk was yesterday; now depressed.

"Phew."

Yeah.

That's how it is.

Then my job's simple.

Prove I'm a terrifying newbie.

Etch that Dreamland is the worst dungeon ever into her brain.

Pretty is pretty.

But saving and peeking in crisis? Death flag?

Saved anyway.

"Sigh... my fate."

Community connection OFF.

Hit this button, right?

How long since this loneliness?

Dungeon Gallery always filled my view—gone, feels solo.

"Ack."

Sorry.

My bad.

Not alone.

You're always by my side.

"Murr!"

Yeah yeah.

Won't mope like a crazy clingy bitch.

Pet Squishy rubbing against me.

"Shall we watch the Blesser's moves, Squishy?"

"Ack."

I stared at the monitor with Squishy.