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

Once engulfed by the monstrous waves of flesh, escape was impossible. Orc males tried to rescue an elven girl whose leg was caught, but they too were turned into mincemeat, becoming one with her. Human males who sacrificed their companions to escape were bitten into a pulp by the same surging green flesh. Like a torrent of water flooding a confined space, the green masses invaded the labyrinth at an extraordinary speed, swallowing everything from the dying screams of adventurers to the wailing cries of monsters, instantly transforming the vast labyrinth into a "jar of green flesh."

Forking paths, staircases, and vertical caves were all included; the green flesh buried every space that could be called a space.

"Evacuate! Evacuate ————————————!?"

With pitiful groans, all the adventurers mustered all their strength and ran away.

They dropped their weapons, abandoned their posts, and were driven mad by the approaching green flesh, squeezing themselves into the remaining escape route.

"Brother Bert—!?"

"Get outside!!"

The werewolf's roar erupted from the orc army—

"Quick! Head to the dungeon!!"

The saintess's calm and collected scream rang out—

"Fels!?"

"Retreat! Head to the 'Gate' immediately!!"

"——!"

"Wait...!? Lei!!"

Even the heretical monsters tried their best to escape.

"This...this is...the same thing we saw in the food warehouse on the 24th floor...!?"

"Lulu! Run!!"

That scene was exactly the same as what the Hermes Familia witnessed in the 24th floor food warehouse, which is what the freak Olivier Actor referred to as the "seedbed." If there is any difference, this one is more violent, overwhelming, and ruthless than the "seedbed," exploiting all life existing in the same area.

The man-made maze, starting from the "tenth floor," was gradually modified.

The thousand-year obsession of master craftsmen has gradually become unrecognizable.

Bacca Perdix was undoubtedly fortunate. Although he died before fulfilling his ambitions, at least he didn't have to see his obsessions lead to such an end.

"Run!!"

The green meat's attack also approached Ais and the others on the twelfth floor.

The explosive surge of green flesh erupting from the various passageways leading to the hall caused Riveria to scream, urging the screaming members to take action. As the armed team poured into the only empty rear passageway, Ais gave the red-haired woman a terrified look.

"You knew from the very beginning that it would turn out this way...!?"

Throughout the entire ordeal, Ruivis never clashed with Ais and the others, only exchanging glares with them, and merely snorted with a lack of interest.

The waves of green flesh from all directions surged toward her in the center of the hall, but slowed down once they got within a certain distance. They seemed to avoid her as if they wouldn't harm their kind, making way for an empty space.

"It would be a bit inconvenient to let these 'clones' absorb you as 'nutrients'... anyway, they're just things you throw away after use."

Seeing Ais staring at her in disbelief, Revis calmly told her:

"Although I said I don't care about corpses, if you're drained dry, 'that guy' probably won't be satisfied. Get out of here now, Arya."

"...!?"

"I will make our next meeting your end."

After uttering those words, Rives disappeared into the depths of the green flesh.

"Ais, what are you waiting for!?"

"……!!"

Riveria’s loud voice slapped her back.

Ais unleashed the wind at its maximum, escaping the surging green flesh like a giant wave.

The adventurers fled in panic.

Escape the eternal slumber brought on by the nightmare of green meat.

They rushed into the dungeon from the escape route secured within the ninth level. Finn had previously given instructions—no, it was based on "intuition"—to retreat the battle lines, allowing many adventurers to escape unharmed.

However, there are exceptions.

It refers to the Dionysian Clan.

With their "divine grace" sealed away and their superhuman abilities gone, they couldn't escape the relentlessly pursuing green flesh. Even high-level adventurers might not be able to cross this deadly abyss, so naturally, neither men nor women, having fallen to mortal status, could overcome this obstacle.

"Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah!? Aaaaaaah!?"

"No, Lefia!?"

On the main road...

Lefia, tears streaming down her face, reached out to pick up the arm that had fallen miserably to the ground, but Annaquite desperately stopped her.

She wrapped her arms around the girl's body, which was struggling madly and crying uncontrollably, and at the same time saw the green flesh approaching her, causing her eyes to tremble.

The first victim was indeed the Dionysian Clan.

They screamed in despair as they were dragged into the vortex of sarcomas.

"Save me, Loki's Familia—!?"

The escape route is not far away. It's very close to the exit leading to the underground city.

The masked man didn't attack. It was almost as if he was letting them go, observing them with amusement.

But, but, but.

She couldn't save everyone in her field of vision. Carrying them on as burdens would only harm herself and the team members waiting behind her.

"!"

Forced to make a decision, Anachiti made a choice.

She bit her lip, her heart breaking as she covered her ears to ignore the cries for help, turning her back to the outstretched hand. She picked up Rafia and ran.

Not just her.

In many places, adventurers wept and apologized repeatedly, each one failing to help their comrades who had just been fighting side by side.

"Wait for me, wait—!?"

"No! !!!"

A series of screams rang out.

"How could this be... Everyone... Philvis... Dionysus—!?"

Vice-commander Aura was also swallowed by the green meat.

Those who bear the name "Dionysus" never meet a different end.

Even the abandoned girl with only one arm was no exception.

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"God's repatriation is the activation signal <switch> of the 'altar'... Anyone can fly."

In a hall filled with columns.

Although Loki and the others sensed that the man-made labyrinth, with its incessant rumbling, was undergoing a change, they had no way of grasping the situation and could only hear Thanatos's whispers.

"Activation signal!? You mean God's repatriation!? What's going on!?"

"They probably tampered with the 'Celestial Clone.' Running away is pointless now, Loki. Even if you don't know what's going on... at least you know it's a waste of energy, right?"

Sanatos gave Loki's shouts a meaningless smile.

Just as she was at a loss for words and clenched her teeth tightly...

Loki!

The desperate cries of the dwarfs resounded throughout the hall.

"Finn!?"

Loki turned around and his eyes widened.

The elite Loki Familia, heading towards the Hall of the Lost God, arrived at this hall in order to rescue the chief god.

"A disgusting mass of flesh is surging towards us!!"

"If we don't run now, we'll have nowhere to go back!!"

Tiona and Tione's unprecedented anxiety, coupled with the labyrinth's persistent rumbling, left Grace and the others still in a state of extreme confusion, completely bewildered by the extraordinary situation unfolding before them—but their questions were soon answered.

Because the "answer" appeared in the hall at an alarming speed.

"The regimental commander!? It's here!!"

The screams of the group members, coupled with the raging torrent of green flesh surging from the depths of the passage.

Grace and the others, along with Loki, immediately understood the situation. The impact had pierced their hearts, but at that moment Finn shouted excitedly:

"Close the door!!"

The member holding the "Daedalus Jewel" stretched out his arm straight, forming a protective barrier of the hardest metal.It is falling downwards.

The "door" slammed shut at the last second, preventing the green flesh from encroaching.

Of the five entrances leading to the hall, four doors slammed shut in sequence with a series of thuds.

however……

"What a pity, [Hero]. There is only one exit from this hall that doesn't have a 'door'."

"—!!"

Accompanied by the cold and merciless "death sentence" pronounced by the god Thanatos, the green flesh surged into the hall through the remaining passageway.

The dwarfs' blue eyes distorted, and the group members turned pale. All the first-level adventurers unfortunately developed a "death instinct."

Like an abnormally proliferating tumor, the green flesh instantly engulfed the hall filled with pillars, approaching the Loki Familia.

"Even their weapons were swallowed up!?"

"Even the 'Demon Sword' is useless!"

The members' desperate resistance was futile; the explosions and lightning continued to bombard them, and the invasion of the green flesh showed no sign of stopping. Everyone retreated towards the wall, finally forced to the altar where Thanatos stood.

Sweat dripped down, breathing became heavy, and despair dominated everyone's expressions.

Under the watchful gaze of the Iron and Bronze Heart and the Blackwing Emblem—symbols of death—Loki and his companions' "death" will become a foregone conclusion.

"—As long as Loki leaves like this, the labyrinth city will collapse smoothly."

at this time……

Sanatos closed his eyes and began to deliver a monologue.

"...?"

"If we entrust the matter to the Urban Destroyers, the lower realm will return to chaos. The number of souls returning to heaven will increase, and my wish will be fulfilled."

He spoke at length, almost without regard for the occasion, as if proclaiming a divine decree.

Everyone turned to look at him, his back to the altar.

That was a farewell poem for adventurers facing a tragic end.

Or is it a declaration of victory?

However, Loki thought neither was the case.

That is--

"Are you kidding me?"

Sure enough, when Thanatos opened his eyelids, his pupils contained a gray fire of anger.

"I still have my pride, Ernie. I'm not going to suffer this in silence."

"Sanatos...?"

"And then, yes, I'm going to retaliate."

At this point, Death smiled.

"Otherwise, if our hard-earned 'wishes' are ruined like this, wouldn't all of Baka's efforts go unrewarded?"