A helicopter roared across the jagged cliffs of Mount Tilton, slicing through the mist as the camera feed crackled to life. Inside the chopper, a cameraman adjusted his focus, capturing the tension inside.
"Coming to you live," the reporter said sharply, "we're currently flying above Mount Tilton, en route to an S-rank dungeon. Today, we're witnessing the legendary Breakers Party—widely considered the greatest adventuring team in the world—attempt to clear one of the most dangerous dungeons ever recorded. Anything could happen."
The scene cut to the base of the mountain, where a massive stone door loomed over a group of adventurers. The entrance yawned open into a pitch-black corridor. Among the group stood a teenage boy in casual clothes—hood up, hands in his pockets, calm but focused. His name tag read Jason.
Beside him stood a girl in a sleek leotard. Her name was Mia. She stretched idly, unconcerned. With daggers placed on the belt around her waist, she was a phantom assassin.
Jason muttered, "Hmm. Doesn't exactly feel like a welcoming party, does it?"
"Don't always take everything as a joke," Mia said. "Because of your special class."
Nearby, another member of the group—Richard—grunted. "Your weapon sage class might be rare, but it won't always save you."
Jason smirked. "I've heard that one before."
Then Richard came, commanding and armored in elegant gear. Embedded in his chest plate was a glowing green orb—an unmistakable mark of a poison swordsman.
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Suddenly, from the shadows, a monster lunged—a snarling kobold with long, twisted limbs and jagged claws. Dozens more followed, pouring into the chamber.
"Kobolds!" someone shouted.
Emily, the team's water mage, stepped forward and unleashed a torrent of swirling water magic, blasting several kobolds away.
The group broke formation to engage. Mia moved like lightning, flipping between enemies with stunning agility. Jason was a storm of precision—pistol in one hand, sword in the other, gunning down kobolds with terrifying efficiency. He was cool, fast, and deadly—everything expected from someone ranked SS.
"Don't let your guard down!" Richard barked. "Lava scorpion nest ahead—five of them!"
They pushed deeper into the dungeon, cutting through the monsters with coordinated strikes. For Jason, it was nothing more than a warm-up. While the others began to tire, he didn't even break a sweat.
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At last, they reached the dungeon's core chamber. There, seated on a black stone throne, was the boss—a hulking demon with horned armor and glowing red eyes.
Jason stepped forward, eyes steady. "We've come to take you down."
The demon gave a deep, guttural laugh. "How amusing. You think you can challenge me?"
With a snap of his fingers, two massive monsters descended from above—one, a six-winged dragon known as a Draconic Seraph; the other, a metal-plated monstrosity called a Driller.
"If you survive my pets," the demon sneered, "perhaps you'll be worth my time."
Jason turned to the others. "You guys take the monsters. I'll deal with the demon."
Mia frowned. "Don't be unreasonable."
"I'll be fine," Jason said with a confident nod.
The team split up. The others fought off the dragon and driller, while Jason engaged the demon in a one-on-one battle. The demon quickly realized Jason wasn't just strong—he was terrifying. With each strike, Jason overwhelmed him. Spell after spell, counter after counter, Jason broke the demon down.
Eventually, Jason dealt the final blow, and the demon collapsed.
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Jason stepped toward the body, expecting to retrieve the dungeon core. But instead, he found a hollow metal socket where it should've been.
"What the…?" he muttered.
A blue screen materialized in front of him:
>[Downloading: Conversion Specialist System]
Before he could react, the screen vanished.
Then, behind him, a cough. Wet. Sharp.
He turned—and saw Mia, standing still, a dagger loose in her hand, it was covered in blood.
His vision blurred. His muscles went weak. Poison. Blood flowed from a hole in his chest.
"You…?" he whispered.
Mia looked at him coldly. "Yeah. Poisoned you. Because you're a selfish, self-centered brat. Always rushing off like a one-man army."
Jason collapsed to one knee. "Why…?"
"We are going to tell the press you died fighting the dungeon boss," she continued. "You'll go down as a hero. A legend. And no one will know how."
She turned and walked away, leaving him behind.
The others were already gone.
They had left Jason to die.
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Lying on the cold stone floor, Jason could barely move. The poison was spreading fast.
"After all I did…" he whispered.
Then, once again, the screen appeared:
>[Conversion Specialist System Downloaded.]
>[Host dying.]
>[Do you wish to begin a new life?]
Jason blinked. "Is this a dream…?" he muttered. Then, with fading strength: "Fine. Yes."
>[In exchange, all your skills, level, and stats will be reset.]
Jason gave a bitter laugh. "Got nothing to lose. All I want is revenge."
>[Get ready for a new life.]
Jason's vision faded to black.
He died.