Slimes!

The group moved through the floors of the Gold Rock Dungeon pretty smoothly.

The dungeon's temperature seemed unpredictable—not in terms of being hot or cold, but more about whether the area was safe or dangerous.

There was no clear pattern to it, so they stayed on guard the whole time.

Sometimes, they'd only face mild threats; other times, they'd stroll through without any trouble. But every now and then, intense waves of monsters and golems would show up out of nowhere, attacking fiercely.

It felt like no real thought went into the dungeon's layout, which actually made sense… it used to be just a mountain, brought down from a higher world to keep King Midas's corpse sealed at the core of the Three Worlds Domain.

So, these attacks weren't automated; they seemed to pop up randomly, triggered by the fluctuations in King Midas's immense magic power.

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