Chapter 13: Undead Dungeon

A satisfied smile graced Rahul's face as he observed everything now perfected, with no chance of a leak. "Neo sure is something to even think about," he thought to himself. Rising from his bed, he glanced toward the windows, where the sun illuminated the province and its clear villa surroundings.

Determination flickered in his eyes, as his mind roamed, "Now is the time for me to become strong." However, he soon shook his head, "But before that, let's inform the butler." With that decision made, he dialed a number.

...

In an industrial office, a middle-aged man sat amidst piles of documents on his desk.

The phone rang, drawing his attention. His brows furrowed in annoyance as he pulled open a drawer to retrieve his mobile.

"Who could be calling me at this hour?" he muttered, but his expression softened as he recognized the caller ID.

"Young Master," he said with a smile, answering the call.

"There are F-grade Undead Dungeons in Province Xth, right?" a voice queried from the other end.

"Yes, Young Master. We have three reserved F-grade Undead Dungeons from the Federation," the butler replied, a hint of confusion in his voice.

"Okay then, I want to go to the Undead Dungeon alone."

"Young Master... Alright, but promise me you'll return home safe and sound," the butler hesitated before agreeing. He knew he had to comply with the Young Master's wishes and ensure his well-being.

"I knew you're the best."

"Young Master, you must remain vigilant at all times inside the dungeon," the butler replied sternly.

"Don't worry."

The call ended, and the butler let out a sigh before dialing another number.

"Follow the Young Master discreetly and intervene only if he faces a life-threatening situation," he instructed calmly.

"Understood," came the neutral response from the other end.

....

"Thank goodness! He agreed without any further hesitation," Rahul sighed in relief as he contemplated the challenges he faced.

In his previous life, there was a saying: "The more you know about the future, the more you will fear. However, I have the power to change my fate, so I will work tirelessly until the last moment to alter my destiny."

Rahul drew motivation from these thoughts and began contemplating what he needed for his training.

Five minutes later, he accessed the 'Federation Shop Website' and placed an order for 'four gravity bands,' 'one gravity belt,' 'an E-grade sword,' 'a storage ring,' 'a hidden cloak,' and 'a hidden mask,' paying a total of 100,000 F.C.

The 'Federation Shop Website' was exclusively accessible to 'Players' or 'Rich Families.'

Ten minutes later, a pleasant chime sounded from the villa's gate.

He hurried towards the sound and opened the gate to find a man holding a box.

"Sir, your order has arrived," the salesman informed him, handing over the box.

"Thank you, sir," Rahul replied, accepting the box. He eagerly opened it to find all the materials he had ordered neatly arranged inside.

He retrieved the gravity bands and belt from the box, which also contained a user manual.

Since he had previous experience with similar gravity equipment, he skipped reading the manual and promptly equipped the bands on both his hands and feet, as well as the belt around his waist.

With a small infusion of mana, the indicator displayed a gravity level of 5 units for both the bands and belt.

Continuing to pour mana, his body quickly reached its limit in under a minute.

He ceased mana infusion, and the indicator settled at 10 units.

To adjust to the increased gravity, he performed some light exercises to help his body adapt.

...

At 1:00 p.m.

Rahul approached a massive monolith cave-like structure surrounded by towering walls. Heavily armed soldiers patrolled the walls, and security was tight at the entrance.

Despite its F-grade rating, this dungeon generated millions of Federation coins in revenue monthly, with hordes of adventurers entering, battling monsters, and selling the resources they acquired inside.

The monolith was a serene shade of blue, indicating it posed little threat of a dungeon break.

A shift to orange and then red would signal an imminent dungeon break, a danger that loomed over every adventurer's mind.

However, as long as the dungeon remained blue, it transformed into a lucrative treasure trove, attracting skilled individuals eager to farm its resources.

As he reached the entrance, he was stopped by the guard carrying the weapon.

"Kid! This isn't kindergarten to play. Retract back from where you came."

Without any delay, he presented an identification card claiming the title of 'Young Master' and owner of the dungeon since he didn't want to create a scene.

"Please, is this enough?"

The guards glanced at each other before refuting, "Sorry, but currently, I'm on duty and can't violate the law."

He gave a faint smile. "Don't worry. I've already taken permission; that's why I'm here."

The guard stood silently, motioning for him to call to confirm since they couldn't neglect the procedure.

Sighing, Rahul took out his phone and dialed. "They need your permission to let me enter," he said and handed over the phone.

The guard took the phone. "Sir?"

"Ok, Sir."

"Sorry, sir, for my impertinence. I was tasked with not letting anyone enter since you have awakened just a day ago, and the requirement is at least a week to pass the criteria to enter any dungeon."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm happy that you guys are following the procedure, and certain rules shouldn't be bent since they carry life-threatening issues."

"Thanks, sir, for understanding."

"Ok, do your duty faithfully," he said, and entered the dungeon periphery.

He currently lacked the necessary Federation Player Card for dungeon access, which is why he resorted to using this borrowed identity, now wearing a cloak and mask to hide his identity.

He noticed that many scattered small groups of people stood around, either forming parties or inviting others to join them.

According to him, the entire area might be five times the size of his school playground, while the monolith dungeon might cover the same area as his school.

At the center of the blue monolith loomed a black hole-like structure—the entrance to the dungeon—where many small groups stood in numerous lines, waiting for their chance to enter the dungeon.