A week ago. Located in the Hell of Darkness. The first gate of the first floor
Hordes of fiery succubi, Fiery Red balls, fiery bulls, fire goblins, hellhounds, and many more gathered in the same place. Even Randolph himself couldn't afford to count any number. As soon as Randolph entered the floor he felt a different heat upon arriving at the place he was going to fight than on the floor he used to rest on.
[This is completely different. Nora was right. Now, my life is at my fingertips. The chance for me to live is no longer helped by the system's skills and power]
In front of him, thousands of monsters passed by in that place. They didn't even notice Randolph's presence. More like indifferent. Randolph himself was confused by the incident.
[Why aren't they as aggressive as I thought? Why didn't they attack me directly when I entered this place?]
