North City, Blue Star
While students inside the dungeon fighting
the bustling confines of the dungeon
management base in was having the same trouble
An air of tense anticipation had settled over the soldiers as they navigated the demands of their duties.
The passage of time had brought them to the third day since the students had embarked upon their treacherous journey into the barbarian-infested dungeon
yet not a single student had utilized the escape scrolls thus far.
For the teachers, the absence of fleeing students was a testament to the resilience and resourcefulness of their young charges
a source of immense pride that swelled within their hearts.
However, the officers harbored a far more pragmatic perspective, recognizing the improbability of every student managing to evade the relentless grasp of danger.
It was an accepted reality that some would inevitably return, their bodies marked by the cruel scars of battle.
As the moments ticked by, the urgency for the dungeon's closure mounted with each passing second.
The command room of the dungeon management base bore witness to a veritable assembly of authority and expertise.
Dozens of individuals, their roles as diverse as their backgrounds, were seated within the expansive hall.
Representatives from the police force mingled with officers from the Dragon Kingdom Army.
while teachers and assistants hailing from the most prestigious universities had united in their shared pursuit of identifying the most promising talent for their respective organizations.
As the atmosphere within the command room grew thick with expectation, the clock continued its relentless march towards the final hour.
With each minute that slipped away, the tension became almost palpable.
the collective attention of those gathered fixated upon the impending closure of the dungeon and the uncertain fates of those who had dared to venture within.
The weight of responsibility bore down upon the shoulders of all present, their brows creased with lines of concern and focus.
Their duty to safeguard the lives of the young adventurers was a burden they carried with unwavering dedication.
Their eyes never strayed from the clock as the seconds ticked ever closer to the climactic conclusion of the dungeon's trial.
At the focal point of the command room, a massive screen commanded attention, its surface alive with a meticulously detailed topographical map of the sprawling dungeon gates encircling the city.
This technological marvel facilitated real-time monitoring of the gates, a vital resource in tracking the ebb and flow of activity within the perilous depths of the dungeon.
Eyes transfixed upon the barbarian gate, the air was thick with a potent blend of hope and trepidation as those gathered silently willed the portal to open.
signaling the triumphant return of the brave students who had ventured forth.
The weight of uncertainty hung heavy in the air, and breaths held as they watched and waited.
Augmenting their monitoring capabilities, the command room was also privy to real-time detection of the spatial rift's aura.
Amidst the hushed murmurs and anxious anticipation, a burly officer named Teng Ling, seated in a position of prominence, broke the silence.
"It seems that North City will not bear witness to the formation of a fixed space passage this time," he mused, his voice tinged with disappointment.
Seated nearby, a middle-aged man named Fu Mu, adorned in ostentatious garments befitting his role as the Guild Manager of North City, offered a wry smile in response.
"Captain Teng Ling, if a fixed space passage could be discovered so easily, it may not be the blessing you perceive it to be," he opined, his words a blend of wisdom and caution.
Teng Ling, his brow furrowed in confusion, sought clarity from Fu Mu. "Why do you speak thusly? Would not a fixed dungeon space serve to benefit all who dwell within our city?"
With a hint of frustration edging his tone,
Fu Mu elaborated on his perspective. "Such a discovery would indeed carry benefits, yet it would place an undue burden upon our guild."
"The responsibility of maintaining a defensive force at the gate would fall to us, a task made all the more challenging given our current shortage of personnel in the wake of our ongoing struggle against the blood clan's Demi-World."
As the guild manager of North City, Fu Mu bore the weight of overseeing the defense of the city's dungeons.
The task of safeguarding the barbarian gate alone necessitated the deployment of an entire battalion.
comprising over 300 combat professionals, each possessing the formidable prowess of a level 4 warrior.
The delicate balance of power and responsibility within North City was a persistent concern, and the potential ramifications of a fixed space passage were far-reaching, touching upon the very core of the city's defense and the guild's strategic resources.
In the face of uncertainty, the inhabitants of North City could only watch, wait, and adapt to the ever-shifting landscape of the dungeon locations.
In the vast expanse of Blue Star, the existence of fixed space passages leading to the dungeon world represents a dual-edged sword, balancing the allure of untold riches with the omnipresent specter of peril.
Each time a student embarks upon the treacherous journey through these enigmatic portals, their destination remains shrouded in mystery, with the potential for either a benign or a devastatingly hostile environment awaiting them on the other side.
The myriad dangers that loom within these uncharted realms extend far beyond the treacherous terrain and treacherous obstacles.
The ever-present threat of encountering a hostile alien tribe hangs heavy in the air, a perilous predicament that even the most resourceful and resilient students may struggle to survive.
Compounding this risk is the grim reality that should a student be fortunate enough to return to Blue Star with their life intact
the garrison may yet choose to seal the very passage that delivered them from harm's way.
For the powers that be, the calculus of risk and reward is ever-shifting, and should the cost of lives lost eclipse the potential spoils to be reaped
these enigmatic gateways may be sealed, their secrets consigned to the shadows of history.
The fixed space passages of Blue Star serve as a testament to the indomitable spirit of exploration that courses through the veins of its inhabitants.
a testament to their willingness to brave the unknown in pursuit of knowledge, glory, and the promise of unimaginable wealth.
Yet, with each foray into the dungeon world, the stark reality of the dangers they face is a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the ever-present specter of death that haunts their every step.
Teng Ling, his voice resonating with conviction, sought to assuage Fu Mu's concerns regarding the potential strain on the guild's resources.
"Should the guild find itself lacking in personnel, the military stands ready to provide a defensive force," he assured the guild manager, his words a pledge of solidarity and support in the face of adversity.
Amidst this exchange, the assembled teachers bore silent witness to the unfolding discourse between the military and guild representatives.
Their attention was fixated on the delicate interplay of power and responsibility that underpinned the defense of their city.
As the tension within the chamber mounted, a brilliant shaft of light pierced the air, its luminescence a stark contrast to the shadows that had enveloped the awakening room mere moments before.
From within the dazzling radiance emerged a young man,
His steadfast presence was a beacon of resilience as he led six students to safety. Long Su had returned.
The atmosphere within the chamber was transformed in an instant.