Time flows differently in the dungeon world—slower, heavier.
Every adventurer rushes toward their own mission, pushing forward, unaware of how much time has passed.
In the blink of an eye, two days slipped by. Now, less than 24 hours remain before the final deadline to defeat the three major lord bosses.
Within the dungeons, fierce battles erupt across every corner.
The night stretches endlessly.
Many teams have attempted to recruit them, but all offers were politely refused.
Not because they were overly cautious of others, but because their objectives remained unfinished.
They sought to explore as many large instance realms as possible.
Despite its dangers, the dungeon world was far more exhilarating than reality.
Swish, swish, swish!!!
On a desolate road, they came across a group of struggling newcomers—and immediately rushed to assist.
Galen Skylar transformed into a ferocious cheetah-like orc and launched a swift desert lizard beast into the air with raw strength.
Celene Sirra, wielding her shield, protected the injured adventurer behind her, blocking attacks from every direction.
Meanwhile, Luceris—growing more adept with each battle—channeled her magic into a crystalline four-leaf clover shield, capable of absorbing and diffusing powerful impacts.
Crystals bloomed at her fingertips as a windstorm erupted, lifting her garments and tousling her hair in the gale.
"Oooooh~!!"
Dozens of moon wolves howled under the command of their Wolf King, unleashing a barrage of Moonlight Slashes in unison. The crescent-shaped blades came crashing in from every angle.
"Little sister!!"
"Watch out!"
Nearby adventurers, battered and bloodied, could only scream in fear as the dust from the impact swallowed Luceris whole.
Then—from the swirling cloud—her silhouette soared skyward with elegant defiance.
Though the average level of the Moon Wolves was around Lv. 45, their coordinated assault only applied mild pressure on her.
Empowered by her unique mask and immense magical reservoir, Luceris remained completely unharmed.
Beneath the moonlight, her figure radiated like a character from a storybook—bathed in shimmering brilliance.
Petal-shaped crystals manifested in her palm. As magic surged and gathered, arrows of raw power formed in her grasp.
Behind her, immense crystalline flower seeds burst into life, glowing so brightly that they rivaled the moon itself.
"Really now, if you hit me that hard, I might actually cry~"
Whoosh!!!
BOOM!!!
The arrows fell like meteors, planting flower seeds in the earth—only to erupt into massive explosions.
Even monsters more than ten levels above had no chance. Under the overwhelming power of her magical assault, they were caught completely off guard—unable to defend.
In mere moments, every monster was obliterated—reduced to glittering green crystal cores.
"What a sight!"
"What kind of class is that?! She's insane!"
"I think I just fell in love…"
As the final phase of the dungeon event drew near, more and more adventurers gathered around.
The dazzling bloom of crystalline flowers in the sky drew all eyes upward.
And within that celestial spectacle, Luceris's figure was burned into everyone's memories—stunning them into silence.
Outside the dungeon…
Two days had passed, yet the atmosphere remained tense.
Powerful healers were stationed throughout the encampment, casting restoration spells that eliminated fatigue—making sleep unnecessary for now.
And across the square, the cult of 'Aimen' was growing.
Many onlookers no longer cared about battles elsewhere. Their attention had fixated on Luceris's performance.
Her fluid movements in combat had a hypnotic effect, as if choreographed.
Even top-tier observers—commanders and guild leaders from every major force—couldn't help but glance at her image on the skyward screen again and again.
They were deeply curious about the mysterious girl and her origins.
As the powerful continued their hushed deliberations, a sleek car approached through a rear passage—one normally reserved for the elite.
The crowd's mood shifted. Tension rippled across the area.
Soon, the vehicle came to a smooth stop.
From the car stepped a striking red-haired woman clad in fiery red armor, a newly forged dragon-patterned holy sword slung across her back. Her presence was bold, her aura unapproachable.
At her side stood a white-haired magician with a fatigued, world-weary expression. A magnificent staff floated behind him, radiating supreme arcane energy. One look made it clear—this was top-tier gear.
Two high-ranking knights followed closely, straight-backed and stone-faced. Their presence alone demanded respect.
"Mr. Fang, please go ahead," a sweet voice spoke from the rear seat.
"No, no. Your Highness should have the honor," replied Mr. Fang humbly.
"You are the pillar of our nation, the guardian of our Eastern realm. My father would surely punish me if he knew I made you wait on etiquette."
"Haha... Well, if you put it that way, this old man can't argue."
With those words, a lavishly dressed young woman stepped out and opened the door for Mr. Fang herself.
The moment the crowd saw them—chaos erupted.
"Your Highness!"
"Mr. Fang?!"
"No way... Are my eyes playing tricks on me?!"
"What are they doing here?!"
Even the most composed elites sprang to their feet in awe and reverence.
No matter how high their own status, before Her Highness the Second Princess and Mr. Fang, none dared act casually.
Mr. Fang—the genius scholar, the father of scientific research in the Eastern lands, the nation's protector.
Her Highness—the beloved daughter of the Eastern Sovereign, bearer of a chosen hidden class: The Saint.
The very air around them felt elevated. They were legends in the flesh.
The two armored women beside them were familiar as well. Both were officially ranked professionals—soon-to-be quasi-kings who would one day command legions.
Why had they come here?
While large-scale dungeon raids only occurred twice a year, such prominent figures rarely took notice.
Surrounded by murmurs, Mr. Fang walked toward the seating area. Before anyone could offer formal greetings, he chuckled and said, "No need to be so tense. I simply came on a whim to accompany Her Highness. There's no need to overreact."
Relieved yet reverent, the others exchanged looks, bowed respectfully, and returned to their seats in silence.
Although only eighteen, Her Highness carried herself with unmatched grace and poise.
Her hidden class, Saint, infused her with divine brilliance, shrouding her in an aura of mystery.
It was said that upon her third ascension, she would gain the protection of a true dragon—perhaps even summon one to the mortal realm. An almost mythical feat.
Wearing a warm, dignified smile, Her Highness gave a gentle nod to the assembly.
Then her gaze turned upward, toward the glowing projection in the sky.
Leanne Vale, standing beside her, scanned the battlefield eagerly. Moments later, her eyes lit up.
"Ah! There she is—Luceris!"
Her Highness leaned forward with interest. "Where? Show me—quickly!"