Beastman Munition Factory.
“Boss, we’ve already team-wiped four times now and have lost 20% of our experience. If we are to continue to die, at this rate, we might not even be a high enough level to enter the Dungeon’s entrance. Why don’t we give up?”
“Alright, then. Everyone, get some rest. Afterwards, we’ll head to a 10-man Dungeon to upgrade our equipment.”
Lone Tyrant currently wore a gloomy expression on his face. They had tried all sorts of methods to raid the High Chieftain ranked Boss, Karur, yet, ultimately, they still failed due to a lack of damage. Before, he had even made a solemn vow to kill Karur. Now that he thought about it, he felt that his decision had been slightly rash. Fortunately, the players from the Assassin’s Alliance had absolutely no chances of clearing the Dungeon. Otherwise, he would be utterly humiliated.
Just as the members of Dark Star were resting...
