Today began like any other. I woke up, brushed my teeth, took a bath, had my breakfast, and headed off to work. But today, something felt off. I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at me, a sense that something wasn't quite right about the day ahead.
I, along with my fellow porters, Seok-Jin and Min-Ho, were assigned to a C-Class dungeon. Our group would be joined by a party consisting of a C-Class mage hero, two D-Class attacker heroes, three E-Class mage heroes, three E-Class attacker heroes, and a D-Class healer. As we discussed the mission, Seok-Jin and Min-Ho both felt confident that this dungeon would be easy to clear—after all, we had a C-Class hero on our side. None of us could have anticipated the truth: this was no simple dungeon. It was a trap—designed to sacrifice low-class lives for the sake of higher-level heroes.
We entered the dungeon, and everything appeared to be proceeding as expected. The mage heroes took care of the ogres that appeared, while we porters focused on our task of extracting the monster resources. But as we moved deeper into the dungeon, something shifted. We arrived at the boss monster's chamber. When the gate to the room opened, I was suddenly shoved forward, and I stumbled into the room along with Min-Ho. My mind went blank. I couldn't understand why it was happening—why we were being pushed into this deadly arena.
Standing before me was the leader of the ogres, performing a dark ritual for his god. The moment he saw us, he advanced with unnatural speed, seizing Seok-Jin by the arm and dragging him to a magical circle. My heart pounded in my chest as he brutally decapitated Seok-Jin and cast his severed head into the flames before the statue of his god. I froze, my body trembling. The sight of Seok-Jin's death was too much. Min-Ho and I were paralyzed with shock, and I felt my legs give out. In a desperate panic, I ran toward the exit and began banging on the gate, screaming for help. But no one came.
I could barely comprehend what was happening when the ogre leader turned his attention to Min-Ho, who had collapsed from the shock of Seok-Jin's death. The ogre grabbed Min-Ho and executed him the same way—separating his head from his body and throwing it into the fire. As the leader moved toward me, I realized that I was next. My legs trembled in fear, and I ran as fast as I could, but it was futile. The ogre caught me, and in one swift motion, he severed one of my legs from my body.
Pain coursed through me, but I didn't give up. I had a knife in my pocket, and I stabbed him repeatedly in the leg. His grip loosened for a moment, and in that fleeting instant, I drove the knife into his heart. But before I could finish him, he grabbed my hand, tearing it from my body. I was close to giving up, but something inside me refused to die without a fight. With my remaining hand, I switched the knife to my other hand and stabbed it deep into his heart, pushing him into the fire.
As the flames consumed him, my vision blurred, and I felt my strength fading. The last thing I heard was the sound of the boss room gate opening, followed by the voices of the hero party. They entered, surprised to find me still alive. One of them remarked that it was a good thing I had killed the boss—it would make their job easier. All they had to do was claim the kill and say the porters had been killed by the boss.
In those final moments, as I lay dying, all I could think of was one thing: revenge. I would make them pay for what they had done to Seok-Jin, Min-Ho, and me.
Just as my consciousness faded, a message appeared in my system window: "You have killed the Ogre Leader. The requirements are complete."