Global Necromantic Specialist

The warm sun climbed higher in the sky, signaling the arrival of a new day. The world seemed to stretch and wake up with the morning light.

Finally, another group of players arrived at the dungeon entrance.

"Hey, why is it so quiet today?"

"It used to be so lively, what's going on?"

"Where did everyone go?"

The group of players was puzzled, but they didn't dwell on it for too long. They assumed that the usual crowd had just taken a break. With little thought, they decided to proceed with their dungeon run.

Choosing normal difficulty, they entered the instance, and soon, other players began to trickle in as well. The entrance to the dungeon became bustling once more.

After the cooldown period ended, Marsh reappeared and made his way toward the dungeon.

"He's a weirdo," one player muttered, watching Marsh.

"His aura is so cold. Not a word from him."

"The summoned creature by his side is so cool. It's a little scary, but impressive."

"What's the point of being cool if he just ignores us?"

"I saw him going in alone. Looks like he wants to solo the dungeon."

"Does he think he's that strong?"

Jeny noticed Marsh from a distance as he entered the dungeon. Her eyes immediately landed on the skeleton warrior accompanying him. It was hard to miss—the distinctive undead fighter that only Marsh could summon.

Jeny knew that the Necromancer was a unique class, and there was no one else in the world with such a powerful ability. Marsh was the only one.

A complicated expression crossed her face. "He's going solo again..."

She clenched her teeth, eyes narrowed in determination. Jeny had just reached level 10 that day, and she had decided to head straight for the dungeon. Despite being only level 10, her status as a rare Elemental Mage made it easy for her to find a team.

The West Sea Mine dungeon was a level 14 instance, which was considered fairly low in difficulty—especially on normal mode. However, running the dungeon solo was still a daunting task, and Jeny had not expected Marsh to take on such a challenge by himself.

"I won't lose to you," she whispered to herself, already thinking about how to surpass him. Soon, she found a team and entered the dungeon herself.

Meanwhile, Marsh was cutting through the nightmare-level dungeon like a hot knife through butter. After his recent upgrade, his skeleton warriors had increased to 68.

After meditating for 12 hours, Marsh had fully restored his mental energy. When he entered the dungeon, he summoned four more Cruzes, beefing up his forces to 72 skeleton warriors, forming a large and intimidating army.

With his army at his back, the dungeon crawled before him. Wherever Marsh went, nothing was left standing. His efficiency had skyrocketed, and with his deep understanding of the dungeon layout, he advanced quicker than ever.

Just 45 minutes later, Marsh met an old friend—the Goblin King.

"Don't sleep, wake up," Marsh muttered to the Goblin King, who had been resurrected by one of his skeleton warriors. By the time the Goblin King regained its footing, most of its vitality had already been depleted.

A burst of fire shot from its mouth, but Marsh quickly countered with Soul Flame, halting the Goblin King's attempt to activate a skill.

Less than 30 seconds later, the Goblin King fell again, defeated and humiliated.

Kill the Goblin King, experience +40,000

Obtain a bronze-level weapon, the Goblin King's Longbow.

Obtain a low-level monster crystal nucleus.

The drops were the same as always. Marsh glanced at them, then stored the items away without hesitation.

The Goblin King's eyes, filled with frustration and unwillingness, seemed to be directed at Marsh. For a moment, it almost looked as if the Goblin King recognized him.

"Don't be so upset," Marsh spoke softly to the fallen monster. "If I come back, it's only because you're the one who's getting killed. It doesn't matter who does it, right?"

He chuckled under his breath, his voice laced with a hint of empathy. "You're the one who's going to be killed, but at least I'll make it quick. You'll suffer less that way."

"I don't want to do this, but I need to level up."

Marsh's words were directed more toward himself than to the Goblin King, who, as usual, remained silent. The monster could hardly understand what Marsh was saying. Still, it felt like a familiar ritual to him at this point.

Once the Goblin King was down, Marsh checked his progress. He was just 20% away from reaching level 14. The next dungeon run would surely get him there.

Marsh exited the dungeon quickly, not wasting any time in the instance.

By the afternoon, a new group from the Dynasty Guild arrived at the dungeon entrance. However, the young president, Wang Zhihao, was absent. So were the players who had teamed up with him the previous day.

This time, the Dynasty Guild wasn't there to run the dungeon—they were investigating what had happened the day before. The disappearance of Zhao Ji and the other players who had entered the dungeon with him was a mystery. The scattered players who had been present at that time had also vanished without a trace, as if they had simply evaporated.

The Dynasty Guild members were unusually restrained. They didn't resort to their usual aggressive behavior, asking questions politely, although they were clearly searching for answers.

After questioning a few players, they received no useful information. Most of the people they spoke to had only just arrived and had no idea what had happened the day before. Despite spending hours investigating, they came up empty-handed.

With no new leads, the Dynasty Guild members reluctantly decided to leave.

Strangely, news of their presence quickly spread, causing an uproar. The Professional Association issued a stern warning to the Dynasty Guild.

"The instances are resources for all players," the warning read. "They do not belong to any one guild to control. Blocking access to a dungeon, even for a few hours, is an act that cannot be tolerated."

The message was clear: If the Dynasty Guild attempted such a move again, they would face severe consequences.

Meanwhile, back at the Dynasty Guild's headquarters, Wang Wei, the president, was furious. He stormed into Wang Zhihao's office, fuming.

"Has your brain been eaten by a mad dog?" Wang Wei barked, pointing a trembling finger at his son. "What possessed you to block a dungeon?!"

"Do you think you can just cover the sky with one hand? Are we the only ones who control the Shenxia Empire and the Professional Association?"

"If you want to die, do it on your own. Don't drag the Dynasty Guild down with you."

"Stay in the guild for now," Wang Wei snapped. "Your level is high enough that you can prepare for the big exam with peace of mind. Don't go anywhere."

Wang Zhihao lowered his head, silent, as his father's scolding continued. After a long silence, he finally gathered the courage to ask, "What about Zhao Ji and the others? Have we found out what happened to them?"

"I've already sent people to investigate," Wang Wei replied, waving his hand dismissively. "Stop worrying about it. There's nothing you can do to fix it. So many people disappearing at once is beyond your control."

Wang Zhihao remained quiet, his thoughts racing. His father's words had been harsh, but they were also true. There was nothing he could do. All he could do now was wait.

Wang Wei looked at his son one last time before giving him the final order: "You're not to leave the guild for the time being. Focus on your level and the upcoming exams. Everything else can wait."

With a final, stern look, Wang Wei dismissed his son, leaving Wang Zhihao alone in his office.

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