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Chapter 234
🕑 Added 2026-02-03 10:12:02 +0000 UTC“Andel! Boris! Break their formation!” Kana roared.
Then she snapped her head toward the rear. “Roy, support them!”
The response was instant.
Andel and Boris surged forward, splitting off from the main line like twin spears hurled by the same hand.
Boris struck first.
[Cleave]
The point of his spear slammed into the ground, not the enemy. The shockwave tore outward, stone tiles splintering, dust exploding upward, the enemy formation shuddering as their perfect symmetry fractured. Skeletons staggered. Shields collided. Lines bent.
Andel followed.
Golden lightning wrapped around his lance like a living serpent, coiling, hissing, snapping with contained fury.
He drove forward.
The lance pierced an elite skeleton’s chest, sparks of golden lightning energy erupting through its ribcage, light spilling from its bones like molten gold. The force carried him through, ripping the formation open.
Roy’s skeletons flooded in behind them.
Not strong. They didn’t deal much damage but enough for their kin to be annoyed with them. The two skeletons threw themselves into the gaps, pulling shields, locking limbs, deflecting blows at the last minute, acting as living barriers.
A sudden fire rained from above.
The cloaked [Mage] figures continued their volleys, layers of spellcraft streaking through the broken air like falling stars.
Then—
A vast green sigil unfolded across the battlefield.
[Recovery Zone]
Elle’s magic surged outward, a pulsing hexagram field spreading beneath the frontline, bathing them in emerald light. Bruises faded. Cuts sealed..
But something was different. The elite skeletons that stepped into the field changed. Their movements slowed. Kana didn’t think that even Elle’s [Recovery Zone] skill could had an effect like that. It must have something to do with its holy properties effective against undead.
Roy realized the situation a bit too late. He was about to pull back his two skeletons then he suddenly scratched his head. Elle’s holy skill didn’t do anything harmful to his skeleton but rather—
Their bones visibly thickened. Their frames hardened.
Kana almost let out a chuckle. Roy’s summon vanished before because Elle wasn’t a member of their party but now his summons got even buff instead. She shook her head and focused on the battle.
Leo roared, charging forward, deliberately pulling the elite skeletons towards Elle's skill field. Yuri’s buffs flared, light and energy weaving into the team, accelerating their movements beyond normal limits.
Suri and Monde held the rear line, intercepting the mage volleys with layered defenses. Barriers flared. Shields of light fractured and reformed. Mana burned like oil in their veins.
Kana didn’t look at the frontline. Her eyes were locked on the cloaked figures.
The true threat.
They couldn’t gain any momentum or break their defense thoroughly when there was a constant fire of volley over their head. She nocked an arrow.
She inhaled deeply, waiting..
When the red light of weakness suddenly appeared. She didn’t hesitate to let go of the arrow. It cut the air with a sharp whistle.
One cloaked mage collapsed, its form snapping backward as the shaft punched through its torso.
She didn’t save anything. She took advantage of their confusion, after all she already positioned herself to most likely their blindspot.
Another arrow.
Another fall.
Another.
Three bodies dropped in rapid succession.
Unlike the elite skeletons, the cloaked figures shattered easily. Suri’s [Lightning Bolt] didn’t do anything to them. Kana already suspected their defenses must be some type of magical barrier. But weak physical resistance.
And Kana’s with her new [Old Tempest Bow], the cloaked figures died instantly.
The enemy formation reacted. Shifted. Reformed.
Elite Skeletons closing round the remaining mages, shields angling inward, their posture changing from offense to protection.
Defensive phalanx. They were quickly adapting and Kana couldn’t help but impress.
Kana lowered her bow slightly.
Her breath slowed.
Her senses expanded.
And then she felt it.
A presence. Heavy. Cold. Watching.
The massive white figure hovered behind them, crystalline gown flowing like frozen smoke, feathered staff glowing softly in its grip.
Its purple-black face tilted.
Circular eyes fixed on her.
Kana felt it settle on her like a crown of ice. Kana blinked.
Why hasn’t it attacked yet?
A lot of thoughts were running through her mind. Was the huge white figure only to command those elite mobs? She swore it looked and felt like a [Mage] or similar. After all, she could feel the thick mana surrounding the white figure.
The clash did not slow.
Steel rang against bone. Magic tore through the air. Shields cracked. Stone and ground shattering almost every other second. Skills overlapped in violent harmony, a symphony of chaos woven together by the woman’s laughter, which echoed endlessly through the broken ancient structures, spiraling through the ruins like a curse that refused to fade.
Technically, the number of monsters they were fighting was almost similar to the elite skeletons they lured near the safe zone of the dungeon.
However, the elite skeletons in front of them were no longer mindless dungeon creatures because they were following someone. Someone’s command.
They were organized. The enemy lines bent and reformed in the middle of combat, adjusting their spacing, rotating shields, repositioning the [Mage] like cloak figures, tightening formations with unnatural precision.
Kana saw an opportunity and fired again.
Another cloaked figure fell.
This one clutched a marble-like core as it collapsed, the object rolling from its skeletal fingers and bouncing across cracked stone.
“Eight.” She muttered.
Eight down from almost a dozen her [High Awareness] had detected earlier.
For a heartbeat, she caught a glimpse beneath one of the fallen hoods.
No face. No flesh. Only bone.
A skull, hollow-eyed and empty, animated by something far older than necromancy.
The two main damage dealers in the frontline, Andel and Boris, began to slow.
Not from exhaustion. From the monster’s different tactics. Their skills weren't as effective as before.
The elite skeletons had learned.
They no longer stepped into the [Recovery Zone] before it vanished earlier.
Pulled the frontline away from it.
Time stretched.
The fight became a war of endurance.
A grinding attrition of will, mana, muscle and bones.
Kier’s buffs shimmered over the frontline, light folding into their movements, enhancing evasion, sharpening reflexes, preventing them from getting any damage by fractions of seconds.
Rin blocked arrow volleys from elite skeleton archers, her shield ringing like a bell with every impact.
Thorne roared from Boris’s shoulder, but the sound came out as a small, sharp shriek, drowned in the chaos. Still, Kana could feel its excitement, the strange energy it radiated whenever Boris shattered bone.
She wasn’t sure if the creature loved battle.
Or bones.
Or both.
Minutes blurred. Then hours. Breathing grew heavy. Weapons felt heavier with every swing.
Sweat mixed with dust and blood.
Elle York cast [Recovery Zone] again.
Then again.
Third time.
Probably the last. They were lucky Elle was able to level up earlier.
Without Elle, they would have broken in the first hour and defeated. All of them would probably use the scroll Lex gave them before.
Kana finally smiled.
When Andel struck the last elite skeleton down.
The final blow shattered its skull, golden lightning burning through bone, scattering fragments across the stone floor.
Silence followed. Not peace. Not relief.
They didn’t celebrate. Didn’t cheer. Didn’t relax.
Kana’s smile turned grim when she realized. Because it was still there.
Hovering.
Watching.
The massive white figure.
Its crystalline gown drifted in the air as if underwater. Its feathered staff glowed faintly. Its rotting purple face remained expressionless, circular eyes fixed on them like cold moons.
It had not moved. Not once. Not even when its army fell. Not even when its formation collapsed. Not even when its summons died.
“Something’s wrong,” Toby said quietly.
He was the only one breathing normally.
The only one untouched by exhaustion. The only one who hadn’t bled. Hadn’t fought.
He stepped forward toward the hovering monster.
Kana suddenly grabbed his cloak. “It’s dangerous.”
He glanced back and smirked. “Trust me.”
For some reason, Kana shoved him harder than she meant to.
He stumbled. Then steadied himself adjusting his enchanted robe.
And kept walking.
Boris moved a step behind him instantly, shield raised, muscles coiled, ready to drag him back if the creature moved even a fraction.
Toby stopped directly beneath the hovering figure.
Its gaze shifted from Kana. To Toby.
The monster looked down at him. Slowly.
The laughter faded.
Like a whisper pulled tight with intent.
Even the time itself seemed to pause.
And in that frozen moment, Kana felt it again.
That same dread.
That same certainty.
This thing hadn’t been fighting.
And right now they weren’t in their best condition.
Toby raised his hand and knocked against the air.
Not stone.
Not glass.
Not mana.
The sound rang hollow, wrong.
A ripple spread outward.
Black light shimmered into existence, forming an invisible barrier that flickered for a single breath before stabilizing, like shadowed crystal woven from curses and silence.
“Well then,” Toby said calmly. “Just as I suspected.”
He turned around slowly, theatrically, robe swaying as if he were stepping onto a stage rather than standing beneath a dungeon abomination.
“This large, very scary floating monstrosity,” he announced, pointing casually upward, “is currently sealed.”
The hovering creature did not move.
Did not react.
Toby continued, voice confident, analytical.
“A cursed seal. Old type of seal.” He adjusted his glasses. “It can command. Influence. But it cannot move beyond the boundary physically and probably her skills were sealed along with it.”
He smirked.
“In short, its influence is limited, not physical. Probably to command authority only. Think of it as a general trapped in a tower.”
He puffed his chest, pride practically glowing.
“However,” he added grandly, “I, the master of curses, can— remove it, if you say so, leader.”
Suri didn’t even look impressed. “He’s annoying,” she muttered.
Rin snorted. Yuri giggled.
Then, perfectly in sync, they said, “I agree.”
Every gaze turned toward Kana.
Monde stepped forward from the frontline.
He no longer looked like a polished paladin. His hair was disheveled. Dust streaked his face. His armor was scarred, blackened, cracked in places. A man who had stood at the frontline for hours.
“I suggest we stop for today,” he said simply.
Rin nodded, exhaustion finally showing through her steady posture. Her shield was scratched, dented, its surface dulled by repeated impacts.
Kana’s gaze flicked to Suri. Outwardly calm but internally drained.
She checked her status from the Text of God and her mana was probably below ten percent. Suri had absorbed more fire than Monde. Blocked more skills from the cloak figures.
Rin spoke softly, “I agree with Sir Monde.”
One by one, heads nodded.
No arguments. No pride.
Kana grinned.
“No way…” Yuri whispered.
Kana wasn’t smiling at the monster.
She wasn’t smiling at the seal.
She was smiling at the floating divine interface now blooming before her vision.
The Text of God unfolded like a constellation of glowing runes. Her real objective was already achieved.
“We will stop for today,” Kana said, still smiling.
The words landed like rain after drought.
Relief flooded the group.
Shoulders sagged.
Weapons lowered.
Breaths released.
“We will take down that monster,” she continued calmly, eyes still on the text of god, “in a few days.”
The sealed creature hovered in silence.
Watching.
Waiting.
And for the first time since they had entered the deeper dungeon…
The battlefield felt quiet.
[You have leveled up!]
[Congratulations!]
[You have reached lvl 30]
[New classes available]
[Please select:]
[Blessed Ranger]
[Master Marksman]
[Nightblade Master]
[Moonlight Marksman]
[Dark Marksman]
[Nightblade Ranger]
[Ranger Master]
[Forest Huntress]
[Captain Ranger]
Post note:
The list of classes are based on Kana’s activity and environment.
Hope you enjoy the chap! 🙂
Comments
NeverendingMixUp
What no dragon class for hoarding her gold from Suri?
Mario Schade
It's nice to get confirmation that the classes developed are influenced by experience rather than being rigidly pre-selected. This isn't revolutionary, but it is a significantly better (and, for me, more flexible) system solution for class distribution. I just think that your explanations at the end of the chapters would be better placed in the story. Every now and then (like today), you write things that could also appear directly in the story as content (not necessarily in the same chapter—but in terms of content as lore). Show, don't tell is often given advice to writers for good reason, even if it doesn't fit in the original sense here. But the principle remains the same for us readers.
