CHAPTER 39: SLAUGHTERING THE DUNGEON BOSS!

The Raven screeched in pain, the wound sealing again—but slower this time.

He attacked again. Again. Again.

Each slash tore through freshly repaired flesh. Each one drained a bit more from that life force bar.

And Leon didn’t stop.

He couldn’t afford to.

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TIME REMAINING: 00:27:13

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"Twenty-seven minutes... I can still do this," he muttered, his breath ragged, his body drenched in blood and sweat.

His first mission—to defeat the dungeon only with his fists—was already a lost cause. But the timed mission? He could still complete that.

He had changed.

This dungeon had transformed him.

The soft-hearted boy who once feared confrontation was long gone. Replaced by a survivor—cold, calm, and ruthless.

He wasn’t doing this for fame. Or power. Or glory.

He was doing this for the people he loved.

For his sick mother.

For his innocent sister.

For the revenge that burned inside him like wildfire.

His dagger flashed in a blur. Each strike more efficient than the last.

The Raven’s HP began to fall again—gradually, but steadily.

Blood soaked the floor.

And then, after what felt like an eternity of breathless, savage blows—

"Finally... at last."

Leon whispered, shoulders trembling. His eyes narrowed on the dwindling HP bar. His vision was blurry, his muscles numb.

But that didn’t matter.

He was still alive.

And he was winning.

After striking non-stop for ten good minutes, the Boss beast finally died.

It was easy for Leon to end it, not because he had gotten stronger all of a sudden, but because the beast’s broken neck had severely compromised its awareness—it couldn’t even properly see where the next attack was coming from giving Leon the perfect chance to finish it off...

Some minutes ago...

The Raven was healing rapidly—its broken wings and fractured neck slowly stitching back together. Bones aligning, flesh closing. It looked invincible.

But that illusion shattered instantly the moment a dagger came slicing through the air—landing with frightening accuracy at the exact point where it had previously been injured.

A direct hit.

The injury reopened, blood spurting.

And just as it began to regenerate again...

Another hit.

Again.

And again.

Leon didn’t stop. He refused to let the wounds fully heal.

This brutal loop continued, as if they were both stuck in a cycle of madness. Every time the Raven started healing, Leon came in with another calculated slash, forcing it into a repeated state of vulnerability.

Enraged, the Raven let out a deafening shriek, a furious caw that echoed through the dungeon. But rage wasn’t enough to stop the inevitable.

The more it healed, the more it was injured again—until the stored life force that kept it going ran dry.

At that point, it had two options: use the life force of its own body... or die.

It chose the former.

But that was a grave mistake.

It’s like drawing blood from a patient already dying of anemia, then injecting it back in, hoping it would somehow save them.

Insanity.

But at that moment, the Raven was far beyond reasoning. It was consumed by a single goal: kill Leon.

And now, seeing its chance, it lunged. It could already taste the boy’s death.

But Leon had other plans.

With the stored life force gone and the Raven’s own energy depleting just to keep itself alive, its power dropped drastically. Its movements dulled. Its reaction time lagged.

That was why Leon killed it quickly. That was why it lost.

Present Time

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[Ding]

[Get out of this dungeon NOW! You’ve been given 1 minute to escape!]

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Leon blinked at the prompt. Confusion colored his bruised face.

’Get out? To where?’

The System, as usual, had thrown him into another situation without explanation. Typical.

Still breathing heavily, he looked around—and then he saw it.

A portal.

It shimmered, vortex-like, its swirling center glowing with an otherworldly white hue. A soft hum surrounded it, and from within it leaked something far more than mana—an essence, ancient and unknown.

Even from a distance, Leon could feel how pure the energy was.

Dragging his battered body forward, he staggered like a drunk, limbs barely obeying him. His left arm swung uselessly beside him—just bones wrapped in shredded flesh—but he didn’t care.

He had one working hand. That was enough.

He knew there were pills and treasures out there that could restore lost limbs. That was why he didn’t panic.

He trusted the System—even though it irritated him most of the time.

When he reached the portal, it felt as though it pulled him in. The air around it vibrated with power.

And for the first time in a long time... he hesitated.

’Where will this take me?’

He was exhausted. Mentally. Physically. Spiritually. He had given everything in that fight—and he didn’t want to drop straight into another dungeon. Not like this. Not with one arm. Not while on the brink of collapse.

He quietly prayed that the System wouldn’t throw him into another death trap. That it would give him a moment—just a brief pause to rest.

Then he stepped in.

The world darkened instantly. For several seconds, everything disappeared—no sound, no light, no pain. Just black.

But somehow... Leon found that he didn’t mind it.

That darkness—it felt familiar. Like it belonged to him.

Like he belonged to it.

He felt something stir deep inside his soul, but he didn’t pursue it. Not now. This wasn’t the time.

He was tired. Too tired.

After what felt like hours but must have been seconds, light returned—and with it, warmth.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing on golden sand.

His lips parted in disbelief.

This place...

It looked like a beach.

The air was cool and fresh, laced with a soothing breeze that danced with the tall coconut trees swaying gently all around him.

The sand beneath his feet was soft, warm—like it had been kissed by sunlight.

And the mana...

The mana was divine.

Pure. Dense. Beautiful.

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