Luck of the Dice (A Former Dungeon-Master's LITRPG)

Miles sprinted through the dimly lit halls of the dungeon, his breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps. His legs ached, and his heart pounded as though it might burst. He had less than an hour before the three-headed guardian woke, and there was no turning back now.
The glowing runes on the walls pulsed faster, as though counting down the seconds. The Rune Box in his inventory was warm to the touch, a constant reminder of the chaos he had unwittingly unleashed. The system's cold, monotone voice chimed in again, cutting through his frantic thoughts.
Event Triggered: Rune EscapeObjective: Escape the dungeon within 4 hours. Time Remaining: 59:34.

Failure Penalty: Death by Guardian.

"Yeah, no pressure," Miles muttered, clutching his side as he stumbled into a narrow passage.
He glanced at his inventory. The miracle honey was gone, consumed to placate the guardian, and all he had left were two minor health potions. Not exactly enough to survive another encounter with something massive, magical, or monstrous.
"This is fine. Everything's fine," he muttered to himself, trying to calm the rising panic in his chest. "I've made it this far. I just need to… not die."
The glow of the walls dimmed briefly before flaring up again, brighter this time. The system chimed once more, its tone eerily neutral:
Warning: Environmental Challenge Activated. Dungeon Difficulty Increased.
Miles pushed forward, ignoring the ominous message. Every turn and every step felt heavier than the last. He had long since stopped caring about where he was going; all he could do was keep moving.
His path was soon blocked by a shallow pit filled with spikes jutting up like jagged teeth. A narrow beam of stone stretched across it, barely wide enough for his boots.
Roll for Agility.
Miles tossed the dice, watching them spin with a mix of desperation and hope. The numbers landed: 4 and 5.
Success: Agility Check Passed.
With careful steps, Miles balanced his way across the beam, his arms outstretched to steady himself. His foot slipped once, and his heart leapt into his throat, but he managed to catch himself before he fell. When he finally reached the other side, he collapsed to his knees, panting.

"Okay, just keep going," he muttered, forcing himself to his feet.
The path grew steeper as he pressed on, his lungs burning with exertion. The dungeon's oppressive atmosphere seemed to weigh heavier on him with each passing second.
Miles checked the timer on the system's interface. Time Remaining: 23:47.
He grimaced, wiping the sweat from his brow. The realization that he had already spent most of his allotted time hit him like a ton of bricks. He was no closer to finding an exit, and the walls felt as though they were closing in.
"I'm not going to make it," he whispered, his voice shaking.
For a moment, he stopped to catch his breath, leaning against a cracked pillar. His mind raced, trying to piece together a plan, but the anxiety clawing at his chest made it impossible to think clearly.
His fingers brushed against the Rune Box in his inventory. It was the reason he was in this mess, but it might also hold the answer.
"Come on, system. Give me something," he muttered, pulling the box from his bag.
Item: Rune BoxDescription: A powerful artifact tied to the dungeon's core. It radiates faint magic that influences the environment.
Miles scowled. "Yeah, that's not helpful."
As if in response, the system chimed again:
Hint: The Rune Box Holds the Key to Your Escape. Solve the Dungeon's Core Challenge.
He groaned, stuffing the box back into his bag. "Solve the challenge? I don't even know what the challenge is!"
His voice echoed down the hallway, bouncing back at him mockingly.
As he continued down the passage, the air grew colder, and a faint rumble echoed through the walls. The glow of the runes dimmed, replaced by the flickering light of torches.
Miles stopped in his tracks as he reached a massive set of double doors, carved with intricate depictions of monstrous creatures locked in battle. A chill ran down his spine.
"No, no, no," he muttered, taking a step back. "This cannot be the boss room."
The system chimed ominously:
Location Discovered: Boss Room Entrance
"Of course it is," Miles groaned, pressing a hand to his forehead.
He glanced at the timer again: Time Remaining: 15:03. If he went in there now, he'd risk spending the rest of his time fighting something that could kill him before the guardian even had the chance.
"Alright, let's see if I can roll for something easier," he said, grabbing his dice.
He tossed them onto the cold stone floor, praying for a good result. The numbers landed: 6 and 5.
Request Denied: Boss Difficulty Locked Due to Prior Event Development.
"What?" Miles blinked, staring at the system's message. "What does that even mean?"
The system didn't answer. Instead, the torches flared brighter, and the rumbling from behind the doors grew louder. A deep, guttural growl reverberated through the hallway, and Miles felt the blood drain from his face.
Quest Update: Defeat the Dungeon BossObjective: Overcome the boss to unlock the dungeon exit.
Miles stood frozen, his mind racing as the implications sank in.
"So… it's impossible to avoid, isn't it?" he whispered.
The system, as always, remained silent.
Miles took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He had no healing honey, no time to strategize, and no idea what was waiting for him behind those doors. But the Rune Box's presence in his inventory felt heavier now, its faint glow almost beckoning him forward.
He didn't know what the "prior event development" was that had locked the boss difficulty, but he had a sinking feeling that everything—the guardian, the honey, the box—was connected in ways he didn't yet understand.
"Alright," he said, gripping his sword tightly. "One step at a time."
With a heavy heart, Miles stepped forward, the weight of the dungeon pressing down on him as he reached for the massive doors. As his fingers brushed against the cold stone, the system chimed again, its voice softer this time.
Hint: Your Luck Has Always Been Your Ally. Trust It.
Miles hesitated, the words sinking in. Then, with a deep breath, he pushed the doors open, ready to face whatever lay beyond.