They growled, eyes flashing maliciously after glancing at their fallen kin. These dungeon beasts showed signs of intelligence for their brute size, which easily matched Mountain’s, whose robustness was because of the bulk of his armour.
Suddenly, as they were about to make a move, their heads were covered in a blob of water. No matter how much they clawed, the water blob refused to burst.
With a furious glare, the minotaurs charged at Mountain, but water chains manifested from thin air, attaching themselves to a water anchor fastened to the ground and binding the limbs of the minotaurs.
Godfrey shot Percival, who went to aid his mother, a cautious glance. The fact that he wanted the minotaurs to experience helplessness as their life slowly left them was a testant to the rage within him.
Loud thuds echoed as the minotaurs dropped to the ground, all dead.
Godfrey looked around. Earlier, he was a bit confused since they walked into the sa underground parking lot, just with so beasts, but now that he examined the place more consciously, he discovered these cars looked like they’d been abandoned for over a decade.
They remained intact but layered in dust, with moss creeping along the walls. Plants had grown in between most cars, and even the concrete floor had cracks.
During his examination, the other people gathered, two n, three won, and a fifteen-year-old girl with chestnut hair.
The man and the woman before her seed to be her parents. All of them had frightened faces, a sign that they were part of the summoner community that estranged themselves from dungeons.
Naturally, so people wanted to live in the illusion that they were in a peaceful world. A sign of how far these people had fallen was that they didn’t even allow their summons to defend them!
Godfrey tilted his head toward Mrs. Joy. The sa thing for her.
"I can’t see any other beast, and there’s no path leading to the boss," Godfrey said.
Gwen, the fifteen-year-old girl, stretched her hand, pointing to a spot behind him. When Godfrey turned, he saw the exit.
The radiance of the sun shone through, as if inviting them back to the normal world.
"Can we leave now?" Gwen said, shivering as she took another look at the underground parking lot.
Percival looked at Godfrey. It didn’t make any sense.
"We’ll be back," Percival said to his mother, who watched with concern as he and Godfrey made their way to the exit and vanished into the golden radiance.
While they waited with great expectations, Godfrey and Percival were stunned at what they saw. They found themselves in a deserted city. There were no skyscrapers, with the highest building being around ten stories tall, mostly made of blocks.
The asphalt roads were filled with cracks. Cars were abandoned on the road; most of them had already lost their colour, looking rusted from age.
"This is basically a city," Godfrey frowned. "How are we going to find the boss?" He was used to green gate dungeons that were quite small, mostly in an ancient castle, but this ti around, he didn’t even know where to start.
It was like a blue gate dungeon but hidden from plain sight.
The death rate of such a dungeon would be terrifying.
"We have a bigger problem. A green gate dungeon this big is usually a joint dungeon," Percival turned to Godfrey. "What I an is there will be others from different places around the world, wherever the other hidden portals are."
Hard lines appeared on Godfrey’s forehead.
"We might face a peak-level high-tier or a lord-tier boss," Percival stated grimly.
"It’s quiet," Godfrey said, listening to the wind. All of a sudden, his blue eyes glead. "Sothing’s coming."
"It’s close," Percival said as both of them glared in the sa direction. A few seconds later, a mighty horse, almost eight feet tall with a robust physique, galloped into the street.
Its eyes were like hot coals, it blazed like a furnace from its wide nostrils. Strange words were branded into both sides of its thick neck, and those words glowed like blazing coal in the depths of a fire.
The hooves of this horse blazed with yellow flas, while cracks ran up as if its legs were the walls of a volcano.
Thick chains attached this horse to a chariot where a broad-chested man with gray hair stood. Upon seeing them, he waved.
"Hey, boys! Looks like you just arrived. Are you alone or with more people?" The man alighted from the chariot with a friendly smile and patted the huge horse as if it wasn’t as hot as the deepest part of a volcano.
"I’m Charles, a hunter from Gate Defender’s Guild. We already have more than thirty people who are safe under our protection."
’That horse is his summon. The mana fluctuations from it are at the level of a high tier, and its flas are far more dangerous than the Igni Raptors,’ Godfrey said internally.
"How long have you been here?" Percival asked with a placid look.
"Three days."
Hearing that, both boys looked at each other with alarm.
"Look, you can’t survive alone against the army of Khan. That thing has hordes of violent beasts that know how to taunt you before ending your life," Charles said, but was inwardly amazed that neither Godfrey nor Percival budged.
Charles sighed. "We’re not here alone. There are other groups such as Cain’s Fanatics, and an even more dangerous man you can’t survive against, even if you’re both lord tier."
"One man?" Godfrey raised an eyebrow.
"He’s a vagabond," Charles stated solemnly.
Both Godfrey and Percival looked at each other. They already understood the danger when they heard about Cain’s Fanatics, but a vagabond?
Who was that?
"What’s that?" Godfrey asked. Charles was surprised, but before he could respond, Joy and the others ca out. They were all concerned that the boys had not returned.
"Percy, Godfrey," Joy muttered, relief flooding her heart when she saw both teens, but the strange man and his mount made her raise her guard.
The others already felt despair when they ca out, and it wasn’t Skyline 88 but a deserted street that ca into view.
"Where’s your place?" Percival asked.
***
Godfrey walked into a building, his eyes narrowing as he examined the place. It had a staircase at the right and left ends of the hall, which led to a zzanine with green tal doors along the walls.
On the corridors of the zzanine, several people were in groups, so chatting, so leaning against the tal railing, but everything they were doing ceased when Charles walked in with eight new faces.
The one who had the greatest reaction was the man on the ground floor, whose legs were on top of a tal table as he leaned against his chair.
A claw scar marred his face, and his falcon eyes locked on them with distaste. A girl with pink hair, sleeveless top, and pants leaned against the other end of the hall, just behind the falcon-eyed man.
A rifle was slung across her back, the sa as with other individuals. Godfrey guessed the ones with guns were either part of Charles’ guild or from another guild.
"I knew from the mont you left alone that you would not return with good news," Falco, the man with the scar, said coldly.
Charles frowned. He was much bigger in size than Falco. "Are you saying that I should leave won and children out there, alone!"
"We already have enough. We can’t protect or feed more," Falco replied. He had more control over his emotions than Charles, who was already furious.
"You have no need to worry. I’ll protect those I ca with," Percival intervened.
The n and won around Falco, either sitting on tires or boxes, or leaning on the wall like the pink-haired girl, chuckled mockingly.
Percival didn’t have the buff build they had, and he looked more like an entertainer than a combatant.
"What tier are you?" Falco asked.
"Lord tier." The mont Percival said that, everyone stopped their hyena-like chuckles. Falco rely smiled.
"And you?" He faced Godfrey.
"High tier." Godfrey shrugged. The others with them were at most mid-level elite tier, but when it ca to Percival’s mother, her response shocked everyone.
"I have no tier."
What that ant was she wasn’t a summoner!
Everyone glanced at Mrs. Joy. Seeing their piercing glances, Godfrey drew near to her while Percival took a step forward.
"She’s my mother."
Falco’s eyes brightened. "I see. You birthed well," he smiled.
Charles, already fed up, pointed at the pink-haired girl. "Lotus, please take them to their rooms."
Lotus nodded. "Follow ," she said as they ascended the staircase to the second zzanine floor. The tension on people’s faces made Godfrey imagine how bad it was when dungeons first ca.
The order of the authorities brought the peace and stability that they enjoyed, but was it truly that good?
When Lotus opened the tal doors, they saw dusty rooms with bunker beds. They were small but could accommodate four people each.
As Lotus turned to leave, Godfrey spoke: "Wait."
She paused, turning towards him.
"Is there any plan on how we’re going to leave here?"
"What do you an?"
"How are we going to kill the boss? Isn’t it the one called Khan?" Godfrey asked.
Lotus scoffed. "You should be more worried about getting a al tonight."
"If we kill the boss, we don’t have to stay until nightfall," Godfrey replied.
A man sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall close to a tal door, snapped toward them. "You talk too much, kid."
Godfrey glanced at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Who are you looking at like that?" The man, who looked to be in his mid-forties, picked up the tal bat resting on his thighs and rose to his feet.
He was clearly a man who was fed up with his bad day and wanted soone to vent on.
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A/N: I’ll upload the extra Chapter on Monday. Saturdays and Sundays are not really free for .
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