The message had appeared out of nowhere, bypassing even the Dungeon Association's usual security protocols. Its sender was just a set of initials: M.K.
"The Shibuya Dungeon is not what it seems. Floors exist far below the Deep Floors, hidden even from EX-ranks. They hold something that may change your understanding of the dungeons themselves. If you wish to know more, meet me at the rendezvous point marked below."
I read it twice, feeling that familiar tug of curiosity—and a touch of caution. Even after all this time, secrets like this still sent a thrill through me, but something about this felt different. The promise of knowledge that could reshape everything I knew about dungeons... it wasn't something I could easily ignore.
