From its birth, the dungeon was deeply tied to Sherafina and undoubtedly belonged to her. It was Sherafina who chose what monsters appeared on the dungeon’s floors.

That said, there was one rule she couldn’t violate. The dungeon had a clear end, and she couldn’t increase or decrease the number of floors as she wanted. As the dragon and the Death Lord showed, she couldn’t control all aspects of the dungeon either.

In fact, the dungeon actually had many flaws. For example, the escape of a single administrative guild master could halt the dungeon’s operations.

Sherafina surely had the ability to interfere, but she maintained an eerie silence the entire time I was running. Because of that, I felt even more rushed.

Not to mention, the 96th floor was too big. Even if I could ignore magic spells, mechanical traps, and the monsters that lay within it, it still took me a long time to break through.

It took me five minutes to speed through the 96th floor, so I headed up to the 97th floor while gritting my teeth.

Even though I had actively discouraged Ciara from becoming...