Chapter 208: The Mad Dungeon
In an instant, a torrent of raw Magic Power erupted outward, unleashing a chaotic surge of spell energy that warped the very fabric of space around them.
[Gravity Reversal]
Space inverted completely, rotating around a single point.
The dozens of Dragonized Monsters charging forward froze mid-motion—then, one by one, began to plummet upward, defying all logic.
The Tower of Eternal Night stood nearly a hundred meters tall. Even the lowest level was over ten meters above ground.
With heavy, bone-jarring thuds, the monsters slammed into the ceiling—crushed, torn apart, their flesh mangled and bleeding. Some, crushed under the weight of those above, were reduced to pulp.
As the magical surge faded, the monsters that had been pinned to the top now fell back down.
Another round of thunderous crashes echoed through the chamber. The screams of Dragonized Monsters pierced the air as the unlucky ones who’d been protected by their fallen comrades—now became the very cushion for the rest. They were crushed beneath the pile, their bodies smashed into the floor.
In a single, brutal motion, the hundred-strong wall of monsters blocking the group’s path was wiped out.
[Your spell unleashed an untamed Magical Surge.]
[87–88 Points: You cast Gravity Reversal.]
Flying Witch had no idea what Wild Surge even was. She didn’t understand the mechanics of Gravity Reversal, nor did she care. But she did know—this battle was already won.
She wiped sweat from her brow, her face glowing with exhilaration. She clapped her hands over her chest and let out a long, relieved breath.
“Whew… lucky me, I guess.”
“. . .”
Beside her, Charlotte stood frozen, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. He remained silent for long seconds—then slowly exhaled two words. His thumb shot up in a gesture of pure awe.
“Damn… brilliant.”
A mix of relief and bitter humor twisted across Charlotte’s face.
“Honestly… you should be the Guild Leader.”
He’d spent a year grinding, hard-earned, building his spellcraft from nothing—scouring the world for Magic Scrolls, mastering low-level spells, chaining dazzling combinations against monsters. And now, all of it—wiped out in an instant by a random, reckless Wild Surge from the “Lucky War God.”
Charlotte felt the crushing weight of futility.
It was like working hard for ten years, saving every coin, returning home with pride—only to find a cousin’s kid had just won five million in the lottery.
He was broken.
“Guild Leader? I don’t even know how it happened… one move, and it was over.”
Flying Witch stuck out her tongue, scratching her head sheepishly—her expression utterly innocent, like a cheerful little witch, as if she hadn’t just obliterated an entire horde of monsters in a single, devastating burst.
“Whatever. Let’s go. Keep exploring.”
“Thanks to you, we’d have been wiped out at the entrance.”
Charlotte exhaled slowly, his smile stiff and hollow—his eyes betraying the deep exhaustion beneath.
The group stepped carefully over the scattered corpses, avoiding the twitching, dying Dragonized Monsters that tried to lunge at them. Each one was dispatched with a casual, merciless strike from Charlotte.
“Still breathing, huh? Let me finish that for you!”
He fired a precise Scorching Ray straight into the head, then smashed the skull open with his staff—his movements sharp, furious, almost violent. It was as if he were venting some inner rage.
Fengyun watched, cold sweat prickling his forehead.
The Magic Coin Guild reached Valina’s small cottage, then pressed onward toward the summit of the Tower of Eternal Night.
“We’ll win for sure once we reach the top!”
“Heavily Looted Task Items await!”
Fengyun’s voice was full of excitement. He hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly—Flying Witch had just dropped an Advanced Spell, and they’d cleared the deadly Hall of Death with zero casualties.
But the moment they stepped onto the Gravity Platform, the air ripped open.
A black claw tore through space, and from the jagged rift stepped Wagner, draped in a flowing Black Robe, his eyes burning with madness.
“You infuriating little vermin!”
His voice was sharp, strained—something close to anger, a rare emotion for a man long since lost to obsession.
Ever since that group of Stuffed Bun had barged in, his once-sacred Tall Tower—a place shunned by all as a death zone—had become a regular haunt for Players. At first, he’d been thrilled. He’d wanted to study these rare Unique Individuals, capture them, use them as specimens.
But this was the thirteenth batch.
They came like swarms—constantly barging in, disrupting every experiment, derailing every plan.
And worse—Wagner had discovered something terrifying.
These so-called Players, known to the people of the Northern Regions as Stellarfallen, could infinite resurrection. When they died, their corpses vanished. Their gear dissolved into shimmering motes of light within half an hour—like they’d been hit by a Dissolution Spell. Wagner couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t track them. Couldn’t even feel their presence afterward.
He’d tested it himself—cutting off limbs, draining blood, even trapping their souls with binding spells. But minutes after death, all traces disappeared. Even the soul, bound in magic, would vanish—only to reappear, whole, in a blink.
No matter what he did, they refused to stay dead.
Fengyun gasped.
“Holy crap… this boss isn’t playing by the rules!”
“He wasn’t supposed to be here! He was supposed to wait for us in the Dragon Demon Realm!”
Charlotte clenched his teeth.
“Doesn’t matter. We fight. Kill this monster.”
Seven spellcasters unleashed their magic in unison—acid, fire, ice spikes—painting the air with a dazzling storm of spells.
But Wagner stood unshaken. His Black Robe shimmered with a subtle Black Veil, absorbing every attack like water swallowing stones.
“Useless.”
“You think these are threats?”
“You dare challenge me—the Great Dragon-Frenzied Black Wizard?”
A cruel grin split Wagner’s face.
[Death Finger]
Another Sixth Circle Spell.
A sphere of pure, devouring darkness flared from his fingertip—then struck Charlotte like a lightning bolt.
Charlotte’s Shield Spell shattered instantly—like paper in a storm. The black energy devoured his life force, draining him in a heartbeat. His flesh withered before their eyes, skin tightening over bone, turning him into a living skeleton in seconds.
Absolute level supremacy. In the face of such a master mage, the apprentices of Magic Coin were powerless.
Fengyun screamed.
“Witch! It’s your turn!”
Flying Witch trembled, her hands shaking as she gripped her staff. She cast the weakest spell she knew—Fire Bolt.
Then—like the universe itself had answered—another surge of wild, chaotic magic surged forth. The air crackled. The spellstorm roared back to life.
“Oh? Magical Surge?”
Wagner’s eyes gleamed with amusement.
But in the next instant—BANG!
A flowerpot exploded onto the floor.
And Flying Witch—was gone.
[41–42: You have been transformed into a Potted Plant until the start of your next turn. While in this form, you are in a Helpless State and Vulnerable to all damage.]
“. . .”
Not just the team. Even Wagner paused—then let out a roar of laughter, furious and mocking.
“You dare provoke me?”
(End of Chapter)
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