Chapter Eighteen: The Dungeon March
Crow stood atop a rocky outcropping, overlooking the entrance to a massive dungeon.
It wasn't just any dungeon —
it was one of the newly awakened, Fusion Cataclysm Dungeons, born from the collision of reality and game mechanics.
[Dungeon: Abyssal Spire]
[Difficulty: Catastrophic]
[Recommended Level: 200+]
[Warning: Player Death is Permanent]
[Bosses: Unknown — Mutated World Creatures]
[Rewards: Divine-Grade Equipment | Hidden Bloodline Fragments | Forbidden Spells]
Most players wouldn't even think about stepping near it.
Crow, however, was different.
He wasn't planning to clear it himself — yet.
He was going to send his army first to test the waters... and clean out the trash.
He raised his hand.
In neat, disciplined ranks, hundreds of elves materialized behind him — bound by his Divine Controller skill, loyal beyond all mortal limits.
100 A-Rank Elves — elite rangers, mages, and warriors. 400 B-Rank Elves — sharp, agile archers and vanguard soldiers. 11 C-Rank Elves — the newly recruited, less trained, but still valuable for swarm tactics.
All female, all breathtakingly beautiful, their eyes glowed faintly with Crow's will.
They awaited his order, hearts pounding in anticipation.
Crow's voice echoed across the stony plain, calm and absolute.
"Enter. Cleanse everything."
The elves responded in perfect unison.
"Yes, Master!"
Without hesitation, the army surged forward, pouring into the dungeon entrance like a silver and green tide.
Inside the Abyssal Spire, darkness reigned.
Monstrous howls echoed through the twisted stone halls.
The walls pulsed like living things.
The air reeked of blood and rot.
The elves moved with brutal precision.
The A-Rank elites led the charge, unleashing devastating spells and sharp sword strikes.
The B-Ranks followed with perfect formations, arrows darkening the sky, covering every blind spot.
The C-Ranks cleaned up stragglers, overwhelming lesser monsters with sheer numbers.
Screams of mutated beasts filled the dungeon corridors.
Splashes of blood and flashes of magic lit up the nightmarish halls.
Crow watched through Seraphina's linked vision, seeing everything without lifting a finger.
[Battle Report Incoming...]
[First Floor — Cleared.]
[Second Floor — Cleared.]
[Third Floor — Minor Losses: 2 C-Rank Units Fallen.]
[Fourth Floor — Mid-Boss Encounter Detected.]
Crow smiled slightly.
The losses were acceptable.
And the gains... would be colossal.
Soon, rare items, hidden spells, and perhaps even fragments of Divine Artifacts would fall into his hands.
All without him having to step inside personally.
The world outside was growing more chaotic by the minute — dungeons spawning, monsters mutating, cities falling —
but here, Crow was calm.
Everything was proceeding exactly as he planned.
And he hadn't even gotten serious yet.
Chapter Eighteen End