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"Sigh…"

"Could this be how I, Eldric, meet my end?" he pondered, his voice laden with exhaustion and pain.

Coughing uncontrollably, a grey-haired young man clutched his stomach, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood.

Each passing moment drained him of his life force, his body weakening upon the heap of rocks that served as his refuge.

Amidst the desolate ruins of a once thriving city, the pale blood-red moon cast an eerie glow, intensifying the grim atmosphere.

Eldric Darkmoor, a once-revered SSS-class necromancer, stumbled through the wreckage, his tattered robes stained with blood and his body aching from countless wounds.

His breath came in ragged gasps, each step a testament to his unyielding determination to survive.

Mere hours ago, he had stood side by side with his once-trusted comrades, united in their pursuit of one of humanity's greatest milestones: conquering the only Ex-rank dungeon in the world—the Tomb of the Undead Lord.

Fifty years ago, the peaceful blue star was inexplicably infected with the scourge of dungeons.

Massive gates descended upon the world, a surprise to all, unleashing creatures from the realms of fiction—elves, ghouls, giants, zombies, and countless others—who laid waste to the planet they once called home.

Yet, humanity refused to succumb to despair. With the emergence of individuals possessing special abilities, gifted by the dungeons themselves, humanity found a glimmer of hope.

Over the past five decades, despite suffering significant casualties, they stood their ground, harnessing their newfound powers and exponentially expanding their development with the abundant resources offered by the dungeons.

Resources became the lifeblood of this changed world. The dungeons, once feared and dreaded, transformed into coveted realms, sought after for the wealth, fame, and experiences they provided.

The top humans established a ranking system to classify both individuals and dungeons based on their level of danger, ranging from the lowest F-class to the highest SSS-class.

In this world, even a B-class hunter could amass a lifetime of wealth and fame, fueling the aspirations of countless individuals eager to join their ranks.

Soon time passed, and over the course of the years , humanity reclaimed their lands, driving most monsters away and sealing the cores of the dungeons, closing them off forever.

However, one formidable challenge remained—an insurmountable barrier obstructing their path to lasting peace

The Ex-rank dungeon known as the Tomb of the Undead Lord.

As their research revealed, when a dungeon remained uncleared for an extended period, it automatically opened, unleashing its inhabitants and resulting in devastating casualties.

Now, the dungeon that had claimed the lives of millions of hunters teetered on the edge of a cataclysmic eruption.

Fortunately, in dersperate times, humanity was not lacking in heroes.

Unfazed by the imminent danger, the strongest and sole SSS-class hunters shouldered the responsibility, uniting to form a party and undertake the perilous task of clearing the dungeon before catastrophe struck.

Among this legendary assembly were the five gods of humanity, each standing at the pinnacle of their various professions.

Seraphina Everglen, renowned as the world's greatest healer and the Vatican's saintess, rumoured to possess the ability to resurrect the dead;

Magnus Ironshield, the indomitable one-man guard, whose invincible presence had defied even a nuclear bomb with a smile on his face.

Aurelia Stormrider, the wicked witch of the west, who had tamed spirits and mastered the forces of nature.

Alexander Lightbringer, the harbinger of hope and humanity's sword, wielding the holy blade Durandal.

Crowned with numerous titles, Alexander had once single-handedly blocked an S-class dungeon break, slaying hundreds of thousands of monsters and saving millions of lives.

However such an amazing feat was still not enough to be compared to the true strongest hunter

last but not least, there was Eldric Darkmoor, the epitome of power and darkness.

Known as the one-man army, the king of the dead, the soulweaver, the soul king, and the walking disaster, Eldric's reputation preceded him.

He alone was responsible for more than fifty percent of all dungeon clearances worldwide, commanding an innumerable army of undead at his beck and call.

Whispered rumors spoke of his death energy, a malevolent force capable of corroding and contaminating any substance it touched.

Some even speculated that if Eldric desired, he could turn all of humanity into members of his undead legion.

Now, these five legendary figures, destined to be immortalized in humanity's hall of fame as gods among men, had joined forces for the first time to save their world from impending doom.

However, the events that transpired within the depths of the dungeon would prove to be beyond anyone's expectations.

Struggling to maintain his stance, Eldric, the strongest human and the one closest to achieving Ex-rank status, stared into the abyss and strode forward with a burning hatred in his eyes.

"Seraphina, Magnus, Aurelia, and especially you, Alexander," he muttered with a venomous undertone. "Pray that I die here, for if I survive, I will ensure the destruction of all you hold dear!"

Coughing violently, Eldric rallied his remaining strength and summoned his undead army.

Anguish and resentment coursed through his veins as he contemplated the events that had led to this moment.

Clearly, a betrayal had unfolded among the five heroes of humanity, and Eldric found himself on the receiving end of their treachery.

As his army rose from the ground, Eldric's determination burned brighter than ever.

Though weakened and battered, he refused to surrender. Gripping his staff, pulsating with death energy, he embarked on a path fraught with danger, uncertainty, and the promise of revenge.

The fate of the world hung in the balance as Eldric, driven by his thirst for retribution, delved deeper into the depths of the Tomb of the Undead Lord.

And with the passage of time, the air grew heavier, charged with the essence of ancient evil, as the remnants of the fallen city whispered its haunting secrets.