#52. The Power of the Ancient Lords

Unlike the 9th Floor, the 11th Floor wasn’t connected by a narrow tunnel. Although large and small rocks jutted out and obscured vision, the passageway itself was quite wide, and gave way to large empty spaces every few steps. It was a huge breath of fresh air for Kim Jin-Woo, who was accustomed to the narrow and stuffy Underworld.

“It’s been a while since I was last on the 11th Floor,” Kim Jin-Woo mused. He had once passed through the 11th Floor while escaping the Duke’s labyrinth, and many years had passed since. But now he had returned to the 11th Floor, not as a fugitive, but as a dignified Noble of the Underworld. He let out a long, deep sigh, feeling conflicted.

“What the... They look weaker than I thought,” Kim Jin-Woo remarked as he saw the Hero-Grade summons that each of the Counts had dispatched waiting for his arrival. He had left for the 11th Floor alone after seeing no way to strengthen his own troops on the 9th Floor, and now, in front of him were the troops he was going to push to their limits from this point on. But after seeing the standard set by the detachment, he couldn’t help but comment, “Those Counts sure handed over their trash to me.”

The troops were all Ancient Heroes that were difficult to deal with. Every single one of them was more sinister and twisted than Morrigan, and as expected, much less cooperative. Anyone could see how their respective Counts treated them.

“Trash? This puny guy sure talks cute,” a giant covered in pure white...