Chapter-101

Several weeks had passed since the long-awaited opening of the dungeon to eager adventurers. The dungeon's unveiling was a momentous occasion, filled with excitement and anticipation as intrepid individuals from various backgrounds ventured into its mysterious depths. However, amidst the thrill of exploration, a peculiar and unsettling phenomenon remain as before - the recurring appearance of white vortexes.

The maid squad, a group of skilled and resourceful explorers, had encountered three of these enigmatic white vortexes during their expeditions. Despite their expertise and determination, they remained baffled by the origin and purpose of these swirling anomalies. It was as though the vortexes defied logic and emerged from an inexplicable source within the dungeon's labyrinthine passages.

In this perilous environment, adventurers had long abandoned any notion of seeking safety within the dungeon's confines. The very nature of their pursuit demanded a willingness to risk life and limb in search of treasure, glory, or hidden secrets. Consequently, there was no longer any need to consider sealing off the dungeon. Instead, the focus shifted to a strategy of unwavering caution in the face of potential traps, whether they be mechanical, magical, or otherwise.

As adventurers continued to delve deeper into the dungeon's mysteries, the enigma of the white vortexes persisted, serving as a constant reminder of the unknown perils lurking within the shadows of this treacherous realm. Each new expedition held the promise of discovery, but also the ever-present threat of danger, further fueling the determination of those who dared to tread its uncharted paths.

Sin and Rodriguez's intrepid team found themselves embarking on an expedition into the depths of the dungeon, aiming to conquer the floor 31. Having successfully navigated through the trials of floor 30, the confidence of other members of phantom spears was bolstered as they progressed deeper into the enigmatic abyss.

One remarkable aspect of their journey was the profound impact of their training regimen under the guidance of War Devil Lovely Gonjalo. This training had propelled most of them to remarkable levels, surpassing even the level 20 threshold. This level of growth was nothing short of extraordinary and left many in awe. It was almost as if Lovely Gonjalo possessed a unique and unmatched mastery of combat and skill development.

The remarkable progress achieved by Rodriguez's team was a testament to the sheer extent of Lovely Gonjalo's expertise and her unparalleled training techniques. Those who had initially been skeptical or uncertain about the efficacy of her methods were now forced to acknowledge the undeniable results she had achieved. Her training had unlocked hidden potentials within the team members, pushing them beyond their limits and allowing them to confront the challenges of the dungeon with newfound vigor and resilience.

Indira's eyes widened with astonishment as she gazed at Sin, the comrade she had fought alongside for weeks within the unforgiving depths of the dungeon. She couldn't help but comment on his newfound strength, something she had heard in passing from their esteemed mentor, Master Gonjalo. A knowing smile graced Sin's lips as he acknowledged her observation, confirming that he had indeed ascended to an astonishing level 52.

The revelation sent shockwaves through their entire party. The abruptness of Sin's transformation left them all dumbfounded, struggling to grasp the sheer magnitude of his accomplishment. It was nothing short of miraculous; a feat that defied conventional wisdom and challenged their understanding of the dungeon's mechanics.

In a matter of mere weeks, Sin had evolved from a humble level 1 into a level 52 warrior. The implications of such rapid growth were mind-boggling. In a world where progress was typically slow and hard-earned, Sin's ascent seemed almost supernatural. The fear of being misled or deceived by some elaborate illusion briefly crossed their minds. They contemplated the possibility that this was some cruel prank orchestrated by the malevolent dungeon itself, toying with their perceptions and emotions.

Yet, there was no denying the reality they were witnessing before their very eyes. Sin's newfound power radiated from him like an aura of invincibility. As they grappled with this extraordinary turn of events, they understood that the path they tread within the adventures was fraught with unpredictability, and every day held the promise of uncovering new mysteries and unlocking untold powers.

While Sin's allies celebrated his astounding progress and transformation, little did they know that the true extent of his power was concealed behind a veil of secrecy. For Sin, some truths were meant to be cherished and protected, kept as a personal treasure on his quest for greatness.

Amidst the jubilation and awe that accompanied Sin's remarkable surge in power, there was a secret that only he held close to his heart, a truth known to him alone. It wasn't his own level that had skyrocketed to 52, but rather the level of the enigmatic artifact known as the Copy Longinus. A peculiar fusion had taken place when the spear merged with the enigmatic Serpent of the North, bestowing upon Sin a unique and mysterious ability.

This newfound power allowed him to mirror the level of the Copy Longinus, provided he bound the crimson ribbon, once fastened around the Serpent of the North's neck, to his person. It was a power that Sin himself couldn't fathom, its origins and workings remaining a profound mystery. Yet, he welcomed it with open arms, for it had proven to be an invaluable boost to his capabilities within the treacherous confines of the dungeon.

However, despite the temptation to share this extraordinary secret with those he trusted, Sin chose silence as his confidant. Not a word about his newfound ability passed his lips, not to his loyal comrades, and not even to his own parents. It was a choice born of a desire to keep something sacred and intimate solely for himself.

In a world where revelations were often shared and discussed openly, this hidden aspect of Sin's journey became his sanctuary. It was a refuge from the scrutiny of others, a sanctuary for his innermost thoughts and experiences. As he ventured deeper into the dungeon, with its unforgiving challenges and uncharted territories, this secret became a source of strength and a reminder of the boundless mysteries that lay ahead.