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Era of Players: Death God

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Dungeon's Competition 7

[Ding! Clear this floor in two hours!

Rewards: 5000 Gold Coins and 3 Points in Mana]

It went without saying that he eagerly accepted the mission.

Noah emerged from the cave, the icy wind biting at his exposed skin. He was clad in warm, insulating gear, a necessary precaution against the frigid temperatures. His Presence Detection skill was activated, scanning the vast expanse of snow for any signs of life.

Almost immediately, a cluster of red dots appeared on his mental map, indicating the presence of hostile creatures. They were Ice Orcs, monstrous humanoids with pale, almost translucent skin and eyes that glowed an eerie blue. Their bodies were covered in a thick layer of frost, and their breath formed visible clouds in the frigid air. Armed with crude, ice-encrusted clubs, they were a formidable opponent.

Noah braced himself, his hand instinctively reaching for his weapon. The hunt had begun.