Raven exhaled, watching the screen in the Dungeon Control Room. The battle had played out exactly as he wanted—but now, it was time for the final act.
With a flick of his wrist, he unequipped his cursed chain, watching as the spectral links vanished into nothingness.
The Living Chain was a symbol. A mark of the Dungeon Sovereign.
It wasn't time for people to recognize it.
Not yet.
Pulling his tattered hood lower, he stepped through the darkened threshold and entered the battlefield himself.
The boss fight was over.
Kryger, Bloodfeast's leader, stood alone.
His stamina was drained. His buffs had long since expired. His HP flickered in the single digits.
Behind him, the bodies of his guildmates lay motionless, flickers to force logged out one by one.
Their loot—their hard-earned trophies—now scattered across the dungeon floor.
The Phantom Seer, in front of him, gazes at him coldly.
Kryger's breaths were ragged, his fist trembling with rage.
This… This can't be real…
Then—
Step. Step.
A slow, deliberate footstep echoed across the ruined boss room.
Kryger's head snapped up.
A figure in a tattered black cloak stood at the edge of the room.
No visible weapons. No guild tag.
Just… a shadow in the darkness.
And in his hand—
A weapon casually picked up from one of Kryger's fallen guildmates.
Bloodshade Fang—a rogue's dagger, made for killing. Light, imbued with poison enchantment, perfect for bleed damage. Raven tested its balance with a smirk.
Raven turned it over in his hand, studying the blade like a merchant inspecting goods at the market.
"Huh." His tone was neutral, almost amused.
"Good one. I like this thing. Shame to see it drop so easily."
A growl rumbled deep in Kryger's throat.
His rage boiled over.
With everything he had left, he lunged forward.
His fists swung wildly—
And missed. Completely.
The debuffs still clung to his body like a curse, making every movement sluggish, heavy.
His strength was gone. His pride—shattered.
He was the hunter.
And now?
He was the one being mocked.
Raven barely acknowledged him—more interested in the blade than the man it came from.
"Let's check the resale value."
He flipped the dagger in his hand, its edge gleaming under the dungeon's dim light.
Then, without hesitation—
He plunged the blade forward.
Into Kryger.
The dagger sank deep into his chest, the cold steel biting through his armor with ease. His body tensed. His breath hitched, but he couldn't even muster a scream.
His HP bar plummeted slowly to zero in a slow way to die.
As Kryger's knees buckled, he could only stare—helplessly, broken, defeated. Behind Raven, Phantom Seer loomed, watching the sight in silent vengeance.
The boss did not move, did not speak, but Kryger knew.
It remembered.
The dungeon had suffered under Bloodfeast for hours. Killed and killed again, their tormented souls harvested for loot and greed. And now, in the moment of their greatest weakness, it stood witness to their final fall.
Kryger gasped, blood flecking his lips. His fingers twitched, clawing at empty air.
"This… This isn't over… I'll find you… I swear…"
His voice wavered. Even he didn't believe his own words.
Raven's smirk widened.
A low chuckle escaped his lips.
Then—
He laughed.
"Well, well, well. The ganker can't stand being ganked? Oh, the irony."
Kryger's body trembled.
His fingers twitched.
But there was nothing he could do.
Then—
His screen faded to black. His HP reached zero.
[Auto-log out.]
Raven stood alone in the boss room.
He tucked his chain back into the folds of his tattered robe.
No one saw his signature weapon.
No one saw his true identity.
To the outside world, the only rumor would be…
A black-hooded ganker took down Bloodfeast in their own farm dungeon.
Raven exhaled slowly, taking one last look at the empty room.
He had made his point.
Without a word, he stepped into the darkness.
And vanished.