The dungeon reeked of blood. Just how many ability users died that the smell of blood would irritate me this much?

“Ah.”

“The dungeon’s power…”

Sumire and Ye-Eun seemed taken aback. I expected as much. While this place was more or less an Event Dungeon, it also completely rejected the dungeon’s power. To be exact, this space rejected Sherafina’s power. After losing the power they had for such a long time, it wasn’t surprising for them to be shocked.

“Whoaaaaa, I expected to lose the dungeon’s power, but I didn’t think I’d feel this weak.”

“I’ve experienced it before but I just can’t get used to it.”

I glanced at my companions.

“Prepare your gods’ power,” I ordered.

My father retorted, “I don’t have one, Son.”

I rebuked him, “You’re strong without it, Father.”

Father had succeeded in taking a step into the realm outside the dungeon, and he didn’t lose to anyone in his mana control. Perhaps because of it, he seemed less affected than Ye-Eun or Sumire by this dungeon’s conditions.

Knowing that, I retorted curtly as I drew up my true god names’ power. An invisible something descended on my spear, and a pair of wings sprouted up on my back.

[Ho.]

A man’s voice rang out.

[So this is your power, Earth’s Hero. Interesting. Truly interesting.]

It was the Demon Lord’s voice. Oddly, I couldn’t grasp his presence in the slightest.

I slowly looked around. The first thing that caught my attention was the blue moon shining down on us from above. The next was a river of...