The Fine Line Between Life And Death

"It seems like I fell into the middle floor." Said the young man while he was analyzing the dungeon walls.

The young man felt the cold and solid surface of the dungeon walls on the middle floor. The wall looks smooth and solid, made of rock that appears to be very old. The surface was covered in small scratches and tiny cracks that gave the impression of being worn by time. The colors of the rocks vary between dark gray to black, creating a gloomy atmosphere around them.

Along the walls, the young man saw engravings and mysterious symbols that were sometimes confusing. These paintings add a magical and mysterious feel to the dungeon. Sometimes, faint light would sneak in through the cracks in the walls, highlighting certain parts of the dungeon. The young man felt completely isolated in this quiet and enigmatic environment.

His first goal was to try to reach the safe zone area, but the young man didn't know which way to go, and every time he tried to take a step he was filled with fear that was stalking him. The young man felt trapped on the middle floor of the dungeon which was full of rough and dark stone walls. Around him, the air was damp and stiff.

There was no bright light, only dim light coming in from the gaps between the large rocks. Every step he took felt like stepping into endless darkness.

The young man continued to walk through the gloomy alleys, trying to find his way to the safe zone area or at least a safe place. However, the further he walked, the more lonely and isolated he felt. Only the rustling wind and irregular rumbling accompanied his steps in silence.

The walls of the dungeon seemed unchanged, and every turn he took felt like he was in a completely different place, yet just as dark and gloomy. The young man felt as if he was drowning in an endless maze.

Meanwhile, his worries began to creep into his mind. He wondered whether he would make it out of this floor or be trapped forever. Despair began to creep into his mind, but he tried to keep trying and keep his spirits up.

As the Young Man tried to choose a direction to proceed, he discovered that the narrow corridors around him looked similar, with no clear indication of which direction he should head. Rumbling sounds and whistling winds filled the air, creating a deep sense of discomfort.

Suddenly from a distance he heard a sound like flesh being torn apart. The young man stopped suddenly, his heart was beating so fast. The disturbing sound sounded like something terrible, perhaps something threatening.

He tried to control his ragged breathing, trying to stay calm. However, the tension in the air became even more pronounced when he realized that he might not be alone in this dungeon.

Carefully, the Young Man continued his steps, trying to avoid encountering anything that could be the cause of that terrifying sound. His mind was filled with questions about what might lie ahead.

 Of course, he realized that he was currently lucky to still be able to live on this middle floor. Because he was the weakest adventurer, even a goblin could kill him in an instant. The young man spent his time just being a courier and he never even learned how to swing a sword or other weapons because he was just a walking burden.

*CLACK*

"S-shit…" The young man looked down, eyes wide when he saw the bones he had stepped on. In the darkness enveloping the dungeon, the shadows made the scene even more frightening. The bones reminded him of the danger that lurked in the dungeon.

But, it was too late, the sound of a crack echoed in the middle floor dungeon just as the young man was about to get away from the place that gave off a terrifying aura.

When he wanted to get away from the pile of bones, it was too late. The figure of a Razorback Troll was seen standing not too far behind him.

"W-why would he be here?" The young man saw the terrifying figure of a monster standing not far behind him.

The Razorback Troll is a rare monster that is an anomaly in dungeons, unlike the ordinary trolls that are often encountered. This monster is often considered a floor boss because its strength is almost the same as a floor boss. Its presence appears randomly and is a tough challenge for adventurers who explore the dungeon.

The presence of the Razorback Troll marks an important moment in the dungeon, representing a sudden change in the level of difficulty and danger on that floor. Its rare and powerful characteristics make it a challenging goal for adventurers seeking to advance to the next floor.

In the battle against the Razorback Troll, adventurers will have to use careful strategy and skill to defeat it. Its large, stocky body, covered in tough, spiny-like skin, gave it a fearsome appearance. Sharp horns jutted out from its head.

With extraordinary physical strength and deadly fighting abilities, the Razorback Troll poses a real threat to anyone who dares to challenge it. This monster is not only physically strong but may also have special abilities that make it difficult to defeat. Its presence provides a tense atmosphere and makes it difficult for adventurers who are struggling to survive and continue their exploration in the dungeon.

His legs began to tremble at the sight of the monster, his heart beat irregularly, and sweat began to drip from his skin. His awareness of death haunted him. A panic struck his mind, but amidst that panic, there was also the desire to survive, prompting him to think quickly.

He realized that fighting a monster like the Razorback Troll with his limited physical strength was suicide. As a courier with no fighting experience, he knew that he had to find a clever way out rather than trying to face the monster head-on. In that state of panic, he tried to collect his thoughts and find a way to avoid direct combat with a monster that was much stronger than him.

In the twisting tension, the young man continued to step back carefully, trying to keep his distance from the intimidating Razorback Troll. The monster's sharp gaze penetrated the darkness, making him feel like he was being watched by death itself. However, the young man did not give in to the fear that struck him. Despite the monster's terrifying size and strength, he remained determined to survive.

With every step, the Young Man felt his breathing getting heavier, and his heartbeat getting faster. However, he must not let fear control him. He kept trying to concentrate his mind, looking for loopholes and opportunities to save himself. Even though his body trembled in fear, he showed extraordinary courage by maintaining control over himself.

When he looked away for a moment, he realized that the monster's figure had disappeared from his sight. The youth felt cold sweat trickle down his back when he noticed that the Razorback Troll had suddenly disappeared from his sight. His heartbeat was racing, and his own voice sounded heavy in his ears in the eerie darkness of the dungeon.

"Impossible... He just suddenly vanished," thought the young man, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings. "Is he hiding behind this wall? Or... has he decided to leave?"

The young man tried to restrain himself from panicking. He knew that fear and panic would only make him vulnerable. However, that fear was hard to shake when he realized that he was in a dungeon with a rare monster.

"He's definitely still here," thought the young man, trying to calm his racing heart. "I have to stay alert. Maybe I can find a way out or find a safer place."

With gasping breaths, the young man tried to listen to every little sound around him, looking for clues about the monster's whereabouts. He focused his attention, trying to control the fear that filled him. Every second felt precious, because he knew that he had to act carefully to stay alive in this dangerous dungeon.