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

He never uses magic, defeating enemies solely through his extraordinary "strength (ability value)," making him a born melee fighter.

"Go to hell! Aa ...

Runova delivered a fatal blow to Ger's chest, causing an explosion on the ground.

"Cough—"

The little people coughed up blood and sank into the earth.

The face that had lost its full-face helmet rolled its eyes, lost consciousness, its neck tilted to the side, and it fainted without any further response.

"Yay!! Now you've seen how awesome I am!!"

Lunova first touched the wounds on her body left by the greatsword, then made her fists collide with each other to make a sound.

The woman, who had a fiery temper and was quicker to fight than anyone else, wore a smug smile.

"Ger!?"

west side.

Du Hualin witnessed his younger brother fall to the ground after a high-speed attack and couldn't help but shout out.

"You still have time to worry about your own brother, meow~?"

「!?」

He heard a cat meow behind him.

Koro revealed an expression that was both mocking and cold, and launched an attack in one go.

"That's all!"

The scene was filled with dust kicked up by explosives. Facing a sneak attack from behind, Du Hualin quickly responded, smashing the shallow cat to pieces with a sledgehammer as big as an iron ball.

Indeed, Chloe's body, as the name suggests, "vanished into thin air."

「!?」

"【Dual Demon Body (Pheles Culsu)】".

The moment Du Hualin was utterly astonished that the cat-man had vanished before his eyes, he heard the name of the magic spell.

The magic spell of this super short chant that has been completed is—

("Phantom Magic"!?)

Seeing the cat turn into magical remnants (phantoms), Du Hualin was shocked, but the real sneak attack had already arrived.

"Ugh, ooh ...

However, the first-level adventurer (Du Hualin) reacted immediately and smashed the Chloe coming from above to pieces.

That's right, that figure was instantly torn to pieces.

"What a pity~ There are actually three phantoms."

"—Ugh!?"

The real person (Koro) who used two phantoms to disrupt the enemy's formation calmly appeared from the smoke emerging from the first phantom.

Du Hualin, who managed to swing the hammer a second time, lost his balance and was slashed in the back.

The weapon that wounded him was different from the dagger that had been shattered earlier; it was a strange, dark purple dagger.

"This child is called Violet, meow~ It's a weapon specially made by a cat, which absorbed the deadly poisons and venoms of monsters from the lower and deeper levels (dungeons), meow~"

Seeing the evil weapon the cat was showing off, the little man who was supporting himself was so angry that he wanted to curse.

"How could a first-level adventurer like me be defeated by mere poison (this little bit of damage)?" he roared.

"────Cough?"

Unfortunately, my body wouldn't cooperate.

Du Hualin then spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You're thinking of using the 'abnormal resistance' that first-level adventurers specially train for? A little 'toxin' wouldn't possibly work, right? Well, you're sorely mistaken, meow!"

Koro retorted loudly.

A cruel, chilling, and utterly ruthless smile appeared on her face.

"Ania's Disaster Tone Deafness (magic) can significantly reduce abnormal resistance as well."

"──────────"

Du Hualin froze on the spot because he failed to obtain the extremely crucial information about the former member (Anya).

As the dwarfs coughed up a horrifying, jet-black blood, the cat's lips curved into a crescent moon.

"Once you become like this—even a cat could beat you up, meow♪"

"Ugh! Aa ...

The venomous short blade danced gracefully.

The blades flashed, aiming only at the gaps in the armor, leaving Du Hualin's limbs covered in wounds.

The little people's bodies were further eroded by the toxins, bleeding from all seven orifices, and they could no longer stand up.

"Cough! Cough! Ughhhhhhh...!? Ugh──!?"

After Du Hualin collapsed onto the cracked stone floor, the cat stepped directly on his cheek with its heel.

"Hey hey~ How are you feeling right now, meow~?"

"Cough...!"

"How do you feel now, being trampled underfoot by what you consider trash? Meow~~~~~?"

—An assassin and a black boxer emerged at the same time.

This woman, who completely conceals her identity, never uses tactics to confront enemies head-on, but instead employs various tricks, making a great contribution to the city's assassination industry.

The dancing poisoned blade paired with a cat's tail means that if you hear a "meow" in your ear, it means your death is imminent.

In contrast to the preference for direct confrontation in "underground boxing," she was nicknamed "Black Cat."

Kroy twirled her heel, which was pressing against the face of the Level 1 adventurer, a few times, and then a tingling sensation ran down her spine.

She placed a hand on her flushed cheek with a gleeful expression; even the most conservative description wouldn't denote her as utterly wicked.

"I'm in an extremely good mood right now."

"Ugh, oh ...

"Ughhhhhh!?"

Within the boundary.

With all his might, Berlin finally managed to break through the pressure magic (Futsu-no-Mitama) that had compressed his life to its limit.

As the magic power exploded when the gravity cage shattered, the surrounding black mist also dissipated.

Berlin looked around and was utterly shocked to see that his other three brothers (Alfred and the others) had gone their separate ways.

We absolutely must restore the "joint attack" strategy as soon as possible.

"[Shadows lurk, darkness descends, my body, now without arms, is a withered crown]."

"!!"

Just then—

As Berlin prepared to set off to rescue his remaining brothers, he was stopped in his tracks by a chanting that was distinct from fate.

(Dogman—that's the sniper!!)

Previously, Naza had always used arrows to snipe, but this was the first time she had used this mysterious "magic".

A sense of anxiety arose within him. Fearing that the other party intended to do something shady, Berlin quickly changed direction.

"【An evil swarm, flesh being devoured, a humiliated soul. The restless, tormenting sound of the silver】──!!

"You damn dust!!!"

In the blink of an eye, Berlin closed the distance and swung the giant axe that he hadn't let go of the whole time at Nazha.

(She has finished chanting, but my attack is faster than magic, so don't even think about trying to pull any tricks on me!!)

Facing Berlin's ruthless attack—"Bait (Nazha)"—she seemed to have already seen through it and stretched out her right arm.

「!?」

Even with a significant drop in stats, a level one adventurer's slash should still be able to send their opponent flying, along with their right arm.

Ultimately, it was stopped by the feel of striking a hard object.

"Huh—the Silver Prosthetic Arm!?"

The torn sleeves and gloves gleamed with a metallic sheen, revealing an artificial arm that was not made of flesh and blood.

"Agateram"

Berlin was deeply shocked by his assumption that his opponent was nothing more than insignificant "dust" and had not investigated any relevant intelligence.

The "silver arm," which had been cut in half and gained several joints due to the impact, coiled around the giant axe like a silver snake.

"It's alright, you can have it."

Naza, who sacrificed her prosthetic arm to block an attack, squinted at the scattered fragments.

Consider it collateral. (Add this sentence as well.)

Without hesitation, the dog-man offered up his prosthetic arm, which was supposed to be covered by a huge loan, and immediately activated his unique "magic".

"[Dalph Doyle]!!"

The terrifying "black particles" scattered everywhere.

A swarm of black light particles, like a large number of insects flying out, sprayed from the damaged silver prosthetic arm.

Faced with the magic spreading out at extremely close range, the dwarves had no time to dodge and were engulfed by the black dots, then became completely speechless.

The body was not injured, but instead, a very strong sense of "fatigue" overwhelmed me.

(Could this be—abnormal magic!?)

Naza's Magic [Dalph Doyle]

This technique, like Anya's "magic," is an "abnormal magic." It's a technique the girl learned after losing her original right arm and suffering physical and mental trauma. It can be said to have caused the gradual decline of her faction (familia) and was also the cause of the chief god's (Mih's) guilt and reproach, ironically enough to be called a symbol of "decline."

"These guys always try to be clever!"

Berlin was furious because his abilities had been greatly reduced due to the repeated implication of abnormal magic on his body.

He shook off the "silver arm" wrapped around the giant axe and decided that he had to kill Naza this time.

But before that—

"I am so grateful, Lady Nazha—"

「!?」

The sound came from above.

He leaped into the air and placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, which was still unsheathed.

To prevent Berlin from joining Alfred and the others, and to avoid being resurrected through a "joint attack," Naza acted as "bait," deliberately chanting incantations loudly to attract the enemy's attention.

Entrusted by Nazha to "clean up" the mess, I decided to give it my all in response.

"Absolutely stunning!!"

"Ughh ...

The flash of light pierced through Bellin's body.

The "Iaijutsu," personally taught by the God of War, successfully inflicted a fatal wound on a Level 1 adventurer whose stats had been reduced to the limit.

First came the sound of the dwarfs falling to the ground, followed by the sound of Naza collapsing due to the backlash of magic.

The girl, standing alone on the field, sheathed her sword after the end of the Zanshin event.

"Ger, Duvalin, Berglin!?"

Finally, there's the south side.