A dungeon confirmed to surpass S-rank.
"The fame would be unbearable."
Reporters. Cameras. Governments.
"…Too much trouble."
He shook his head.
"I don't want that."
To him, attention wasn't power—it was restraint.
The undead army remained motionless, awaiting his will.
Raito placed a hand against his chin.
"…So what's the best move?"
A notification suddenly popped up in front of Raito.
[USER LP DRAINING DRASTICALLY ]
[-5,000 LP]
Raito blinked.
"What the hell?"
His body felt heavy, stiff, as if every movement cost him effort. The air here was wrong. Staying in this Domain was draining his life.
I shouldn't stay long.
He opened his Status Window.
[Status: Infection Active]
[-5,000 LP / Turn]
Effects: Physical fatigue ↑, Mana regeneration ↓
That confirmed it. Time to go back.
Raito focused, and in an instant, his figure blurred.
Moments later, he reappeared on the city street, just outside the Domain.
Any watchers? Already lost him. Their screens showed nothing.
