"This… this has to be C-rank."
"What? Are you saying Baron Ethan defeated a master-rank monster?" someone else stammered, voice trembling with disbelief.
"That can't be right," another argued. "I think it's peak advanced-rank. There's no way one man could kill a master-rank alone."
Han, who had been silent, turned around sharply. His tone carried a mix of irritation and authority. "I think it's better if you all focus on your job rather than spouting nonsense," he said firmly. "Collect the remains, check the chamber for cores, and mark any unsteady ground. Move!"
…...
Outside the dungeon, a large crowd had already gathered in the nearby village. The villagers, hearing that the dungeon was finally cleared, rushed out to meet the man who had saved them.
Ethan stood quietly near a wooden fence, his sword sheathed, his clothes torn and bloodstained. Despite the exhaustion in his eyes, he smiled faintly as people surrounded him.
