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

"Holy Light dispels!"

The ball of light streaked across the stone like a meteor, precisely disappearing into the cracked rock.

The gentle holy light instantly dispelled the paralyzing toxins that had been lurking in his nerves.

With a low growl, Crack Stone scrambled to his feet and staggered back into the ranks.

Shadowclaw was also dragged back by his companions, and Tolkien immediately infused him with the power of a holy prayer.

After a terrifying battle, the entrance area of ​​the grotto temporarily returned to its deathly silence.

Walter's palms, gripping the giant axe tightly, were drenched in cold sweat. His voice was low and heavy with unprecedented seriousness as he surveyed his still-shaken teammates:

"Everyone, be on your guard! This place is eerily sinister! Brynsol, you'll lead the way from a distance! Everyone else, no one is to approach any monster without my order!"

……

Inside the office on the first floor of the castle.

The suspended azure "Eye of the Abyss" crystal ball was now flashing and buzzing at an unprecedented frequency!

The data flowing across it was like a torrent bursting its banks, constantly updating:

Total number of adventurers entering the Black Whisper Caves: 18 -> 37 -> 59...

Number of Death Adventurers: 3 -> 15 -> 49

[Experience Reward: 211] -> [305] -> [479] ...

[Rank E Dungeon: 7399] -> [7011] -> [6247] ...

The only number that remained frozen in time was that which was shocking:

Adventurer completion rate: 0%

Alyssa stood frozen in front of the table as if petrified, her succubus-like vertical pupils narrowing to slits in extreme shock as she stared intently at the wildly fluctuating data stream.

"This...how is this possible?!"

She murmured incoherently, her voice trembling with disbelief.

"Where did all these idiots come from, rushing to their deaths?!"

"The reward from the Black Language Cave... is nothing more than a green-quality 'Soul Elegy' ring that Miss casually tossed in... It's not worth going to such lengths!"

What made her soul tremble the most was the 0% success rate!

Experience surged forth like a runaway tide!

The rankings skyrocketed as if they had sprouted wings!

this means……

Adventurers are entering the Black Whisper Caves in droves...

Die!

Among them are many LV10 experts like Rose!

"Those...those are all level 1 trash monsters!!"

Alyssa felt her senses crumbling, a chill running from her tailbone to the top of her head:

"Where exactly did things go wrong?! Where?!"

In the instant her mind went blank and she almost crashed, the data in the crystal ball underwent another terrifying leap:

Total number of adventurers entering the Black Whisper Caves: 104

Number of Dead Adventurers: 95

[Experience Reward: 861]

[Rank of E-level dungeon: 4112]

Adventurer completion rate: 0%

Alyssa felt her vision go black, and the cold numbers seemed to carry an invisible weight, slamming hard into her heart.

She managed to steady herself by holding onto the cold obsidian tabletop.

A devil... That kid must be a devil! He used a level 1 monster to build a flesh-and-blood millstone that devours life!

……

"call……"

Walter's team finally made it through the perilous first 50 meters of the "death corridor" without any major incidents.

At this moment, only one mushroom remained blocking their path.

But this mushroom... is completely different from the ones we've encountered before!

It's taller than a person!

The caps are thick like a giant's shield, their colors so vibrant they're almost eerie, with red, purple, blue, and gold interwoven and flowing, emitting a faint, unsettling, hallucinogenic fluorescence.

It stands silently in the center of the narrow passage, like a silent totem of an evil god.

Apart from Walter, the other four team members instinctively stopped about five meters away from the behemoth.

The painful lessons they had learned in the past had given them the illusion that this distance was "safe".

"Back off! Don't go near it!"

Walter felt a raging alarm bell in his mind and roared in despair!

The orc, Stonecutter, shook his warhammer, which was covered in mushroom fragments, and said in a gruff voice:

"Boss, don't panic! We've figured it out, the blast radius of this thing is at most three meters! Five meters? Absolutely safe!"

This is a "valuable experience" they gained by trading their companions' paralysis.

The dwarf Tolkien nodded, a faint holy light glowing in his hand, ready to dispel it at any moment.

Although Shadow Claw didn't speak, his gaze relaxed considerably.

Brynsol had already drawn his elven longbow, which was engraved with wind runes, and a sharp arrow was steadily nocked on the string.

The arrow gleamed coldly, locking onto the center of the thickest part of the giant mushroom's stem.

"Brinsol, fire!"

To be on the safe side, Walter still issued the order for remote erasure.

The Elf Ranger loosened his finger!

"Whoosh-!"

Arrows, swirling with a faint current of air and whistling sharply, flew like the fangs of death, striking precisely at the silent behemoth!

The arrow, imbued with the power of wind, failed to pierce the fungus stem as expected!

Just as the arrow tip was about to touch the strange fungus umbrella—

The giant paralyzing mushroom, as tall as a person, vanished into thin air as if erased by an eraser!

"Um?!"

Shadowclaw (the skinny, lecherous thief), who had just regained 50% of his mobility, suddenly narrowed his eyes and arched his body like a startled venomous snake.

He instantly held two poisoned daggers horizontally in front of his chest, warily scanning every corner of the dim cave.

A hint of confusion flashed in the sharp eyes of the elven ranger Brinsol, and his fingers, gripping his longbow, turned slightly white.

This was completely beyond his understanding of the creatures in the dungeon!

The dwarf priest Tolkien and the orc warrior Riftstone exchanged a startled glance, both seeing deep confusion and unease in each other's eyes.

This damned E-rank dungeon...

It definitely harbors an evil that defies all logic!

Walter felt as if a cold, bony claw was gripping his heart. He acted decisively, his voice low and urgent:

"Something's not right! Let's retreat!"

Before he finished speaking, his massive body had already begun to retreat rapidly.

The other four were about to turn around and follow—

hum!

An extremely faint spatial fluctuation rippled out between the four people!

The giant paralyzing mushroom, with its vibrant colors and enormous size resembling an evil god's totem, appeared out of nowhere less than half a meter away from them!

Chapter 12 Walter's Regret

The thick mushroom cap almost touched the tip of Tolkien's nose!

"Oops!"

Alarm bells rang in Brinsol's mind!

Boom——! ! !

Like the destructive roar of molten lava bursting through the rock layers!

It was more powerful than any previous explosion!

The shockwave, accompanied by a deafening roar and a cloud of highly toxic paralyzing spores, slammed into the four people like a raging giant wave!

Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop!

The four figures were thrown about like broken sacks being smashed by a giant hammer, powerless to resist, and crashed heavily to the ground!

The colorful, highly toxic spore dust, like maggots clinging to their bones, instantly covered their entire bodies!

The paralyzing toxin, like a cold, venomous snake, erodes their nerve endings at an alarming speed!

The four people were convulsing violently, their minds were perfectly clear, but even moving their eyes was a luxury!

They have been completely reduced to lambs to the slaughter!

Almost simultaneously with the echo of the explosion, a chaotic and sharp "whoosh whoosh" sound came from deep within the cave!