[I’ve faced countless challengers, and only a handful are allowed to pass through. Most tried to defeat me in groups, and fewer than 10% were brave enough to challenge me alone. Among them, those who eventually defeated me with their powers alone could be counted on one hand. Of course, none managed to break my sword in our first fight.]

He pointed at me with his black greatsword and said with a deep voice, [I wonder which type you are.]

I held my spear up and asked, “Aren’t you doing your job a bit too well? Feeling cooperative with the dungeon?”

The Death Knight then laughed in a dreary voice, [Cooperative? Young warrior, let’s say I rebel against the dungeon. Is there anything I can do?]

“There isn’t?” I asked curiously.

He responded flatly, [No. There is no future for those who have become undead. There is no path to walk, no stairs to climb, so what am I to do against someone I can’t reach with my sword!? The only thing I can do is enjoy battle and sink dreaming warriors into despair! Come before I lose interest. You will become one of the countless fools who despair in the face of my sword!]

All Floor Masters were powerful. No matter how high one’s stats were or how many skills one had, it was hard to ignore...