CHAPTER 120: CHAPTER 120 - THE DUNGEON’S FINAL DOOR

Chapter 120 - The Dungeon’s Final Door

The boss monster of this dungeon.

"Knew it."

"What did you find?"

"There’s something here."

Meanwhile, both of Jhin’s eyes began to burn with a blue flame.

A sign that his spiritual vision had activated.

Slowly, Jhin approached the Pierrot’s corpse and extended his hand.

’Goblin’s Summon.’

[Activating the exclusive skill ’Goblin’s Summon’ from the equipment: ’Ring of the Goblin King.’]

[The rank of the soul being summoned is higher than the player’s level.]

[High chance of failure.]

Ssshhh—

In response to Jhin’s gesture, the Pierrot began to take form—only to collapse like a pile of crumbling sand.

[Summoning failed.]

At the same time, a chunk of the Pierrot’s soul visibly disintegrated.

Jhin furrowed his brow and reached out again.

"Get up. You made this mess—clean it up yourself."

[Activating the exclusive skill ’Goblin’s Summon’ from the equipment: ’Ring of the Goblin King.’]

[The rank of the soul being summoned is higher than the player’s level.]

[High chance of failure.]

Tsss—Tssss—!

This time, the sound was different from the start.

The Pierrot began to rise slowly, its form so faint and translucent it was barely noticeable unless you stared carefully.

It didn’t cackle wickedly like before. No trace of its former malice remained.

It was... obedient.

But Jhin still had to check the line beneath its soul:

[Soul Durability: 129 / 11,200]

That was why its shape flickered like static—too much of its essence had already vanished to fully reconstruct the spirit.

It had simply been dead too long.

’But even this much is enough.’

Turning to Conard, Jhin said,

"Now it’s your turn. Take out the Dungeon Flowers."

They obeyed, opening their inventories and retrieving the flowers.

A few had malfunctions—their inventories burst open, dumping their contents all over—but thankfully, the Dungeon Flowers were intact.

Still... that was a lot of flowers.

What were they running here, a florist’s shop?

’How many did they stash? Don’t tell me... they’ve been farming them?’

Once again, the Company’s resourcefulness proved shocking.

Just the sheer number of Dungeon Flowers laid out before them made that clear.

"How many do we need to plant?"

"No idea. We keep planting until it works."

"...So you’re not sure this will work?"

"Then what, you want to quit? Got a better idea?"

Annoyed but compliant, the Company agents kept planting flowers.

Roughly thirty-eight were laid out around the theater before—

BOOOOM!

A low, thunderous sound echoed.

[’Dungeon Break’ has occurred.]

Thankfully, the dungeon’s core functions were still operational, and the Dungeon Break activated successfully.

Jhin’s eyes glinted as he gave the Pierrot a command.

"Go. Head in the direction your soul remembers."

The Pierrot looked at him blankly, then slowly began to stagger forward.

It was heading toward BeyWorld.

"...We have to follow it."

"What? But that area’s crawling with all those things."

"Doesn’t matter. That’s where the exit is!"

Regardless of what anyone said, the Pierrot was this dungeon’s boss monster.

And once a Dungeon Break occurs, only the boss instinctively knows where the exit is.

"There’s no time! We have to get out before even the Dungeon Break gets erased!"

That was enough to spur everyone into action. Even if they risked deletion by going, sitting still would mean certain death.

"...Jhin!"

They barely had time to react before black waves began to slither toward them.

Arrows and scissors were already descending near BeyTower.

"Don’t stop!"

Jhin’s eyes scanned frantically for something—anything—they could use.

That’s when he saw it: a monster collapsed face-down nearby.

The black dragon, Arman .

’Still alive...’

Its race was "Dragon," after all. No surprise it hadn’t died.

Its body was full of holes, riddled with wounds that looked lethal, but somehow it was clinging to life.

’My clone must’ve figured out its weakness to sunlight.’

Clone might be a stretch, but in any case, the Kyle variants must’ve found Arman ’s weakness and brought it to this sorry state.

Jhin stepped before the weakened dragon and pulled the Goblin King’s Helmet tightly over his head.

Goblin armor cloaked him instantly, and the aura of a Peculiar surged around him.

"Rise. That’s an order."

Arman opened one eye halfway and raised its body, bowing its head respectfully to Jhin.

Helmet secured, Jhin gripped the Goblin Orb in his hand.

There was no reason for Arman to disobey.

It had been born of the Goblin Orb—and with its previous master Pierrot gone, it was now his to command.

"Fly."

Jhin leapt onto Arman ’s back, and the dragon beat its tattered wings, lifting slowly into the air.

The others came rushing in.

"Hurry, get on!"

As the black tide drew close, everyone scrambled onto Arman ’s tail, climbing up in desperation.

The Company did the same.

Honestly, Jhin would’ve preferred to leave them—but they had an Oath.

And ignoring that felt wrong.

’Though... who knows if Oaths even function properly in this place.’

They’d taken the Oath in a dungeon where even inventories malfunctioned. It may have just been words with no binding effect.

But the Dungeon Break had worked—so the system wasn’t entirely offline.

"Alright, let’s go!"

With everyone aboard, Arman soared through the air.

It wobbled now and then, nearly plummeting, but somehow managed to stay airborne, pushing past the black tide toward BeyWorld.

In the distance, they saw the Pierrot floating—leading the way toward the exit.

That was also where arrows and scissors rained down the heaviest.

"Keep your heads down!"

Everyone hunched over, gritting their teeth and keeping their eyes peeled.

Arman twisted and swerved through the chaos in a desperate flight—but it was almost impossible.

Even if Arman had been healthy, dodging everything would’ve been a stretch.

And it wasn’t healthy.

Hits became unavoidable.

Anyone near those impact points... was instantly lost.

RUMMMMBLE!

Still, Arman pushed on. It saw the rippling, circular portal just ahead.

Beside it, the Pierrot’s soul was flickering—its durability finally depleted, fading away completely.

’...That’s the exit!’

Arman gave everything it had, beating its shredded wings one last time and throwing itself toward the hole.