Harry and his toxic teammates

Ink looked at his stats.

[Character Status]

[Level:] 7 (2%)

[Vitality:] +5 → 130

[Strength:] +5 → 60

[Agility:] +5 → 60

[Constitution:] +5 → 60

[Skills…]

[Passives...]

Other than the increase in stats, his skills and passives remained the same, at level 1.

Ink thought of the goblin scout who had escaped. He'd chase it down and finish the job.

This was an extremely low-level dungeon, meant to train new awakeners. It didn't even have a boss.

Otherwise, the college wouldn't let students take this risk.

He wondered how the others were doing.

Especially that guy…

Especially Harry.

That idiot.

Even though he was a fool, he had a Monk profession. He shouldn't be doing too bad…

Right?

….

Same dungeon, another instance, 6 hours ago.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO TANK?!"

Harry's face was pale as he looked at his so-called "teammates."

Ralph – Bandit – The self-proclaimed "leader" of the group.

Specializes in backstabbing—both enemies and friends.

Kyle – Cleric – The healer… who refuses to heal unless bribed.

Tina – Scout – Supposed to provide scouting but is mostly useless.

Greg – Spearman – Arrogant as hell, acts like he's in a different league than everyone else.

Together, they formed the worst party in dungeon history.

Harry?

He was the punching bag.

"You're the Monk, aren't you?" Ralph smirked, resting his dagger on his shoulder. "Monks are supposed to be good at dodging. So, dodge for us."

Harry's eye twitched.

"That's not how it works! I don't even have a proper dodge skill yet!"

Kyle, the lazy Cleric, yawned.

"Yeah, yeah. Not my problem. Look, I'll heal you… if you give me 3 silver per cast."

Harry's soul left his body.

"THREE SILVER?!"

"Hey, healing magic is expensive, alright?" Kyle shrugged.

Expensive?!

Weren't they supposed to work together?

Meanwhile, Tina, the "Scout," was supposed to be looking out for enemies.

Instead—

She was filing her nails.

Clearly she wants to get carried.

Anyway, the EXP is shared with everyone.

Greg, the Spearman, sighed dramatically, as if he had been forced to work with peasants.

"Hurry up and pull the goblins, Harry," he said, rolling his shoulders. "Let the pros handle the damage."

"…Pros?"

Ralph shoved him forward.

"Alright, Harry! Go!"

Harry stumbled forward into the Goblin camp.

Five level 1 goblins turned their heads, yellow eyes gleaming.

Their crooked teeth bared in excitement.

One of them licked its dagger.

Harry gulped.

He turned around to run—

"OH NO, YOU DON'T!"

"This fatty is useless…"

Ralph kicked him back into the fight.

"YOU TRASH!" Greg sneered. "AT LEAST BLOCK FIRST!"

Harry dodged the first goblin's dagger by pure accident.

The second goblin swung its club at his head0

Harry ducked because he tripped.

The third goblin lunged at his legs.

Harry stumbled backward and rolled away.

"AAAAHHH— I'M GONNA DIE!"

Kyle, the healer, finally spoke.

"Should I heal him?"

"Meh, let's wait until he's closer to death," Ralph said.

Harry's face darkened.

"WHAT KIND OF PARTY LEADER ARE YOU?!"

Meanwhile, Greg stepped forward.

"Enough," he muttered, gripping his spear.

He lunged forward—his attack swift and precise.

His spear pierced through a goblin's gut.

The goblin shrieked, stumbling backward as green blood spurted from the wound.

Greg narrowed his eyes, assessing the situation.

"We need to finish this quickly."

Harry wanted to cry.

NOW he was taking things seriously?!

Tina finally sighed.

"Ugh, fine."

She pulled out an arrow.

Fired—

And missed.

The arrow bounced off the cave wall.

"Oops," she said.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'OOPS'?"

The goblin charged toward her.

Tina screamed.

"KYAAAH! KILL IT!"

Harry wanted to punch a wall.

"YOU HAD ONE JOB!"

At this point, two goblins were focusing on Harry.

One swung at him—

He dodged on purpose this time.

The other goblin lunged—

Harry raised his fists and punched.

CRACK!

The goblin's head snapped back.

It collapsed.

Harry blinked.

He won?

Before he could process it—

Another goblin swung at him—

Harry panicked and roundhouse-kicked.

BAM!

The goblin flew backward and hit a rock.

[Kill Level 1 Goblin. Experience +20 (Divided to all party members)]

[Kill Level 1 Goblin. Experience +20 (Divided to all party members)]

Harry stood there.

Breathing heavily.

Covered in sweat.

He actually won.

Greg took down another goblin, pulling his spear free with a grunt.

"Keep up," he muttered.

Harry turned—

And saw his entire team still struggling.

Tina was hiding behind a rock.

Ralph was only now moving in to finish off the weakened enemies.

Kyle?

Kyle was…

Still waiting.

"Hey, Kyle, can I get a heal now?"

"Uh… oh yeah, right."

He raised his staff, casting a light green glow over Harry.

A warm sensation spread through his body, sealing his wounds.

Harry exhaled sharply.

[Kill Level 1 Goblin. Experience +20 (Divided to all party members)]

[Kill Level 1 Goblin. Experience +20 (Divided to all party members)]

[Kill Level 1 Goblin. Experience +20 (Divided to all party members)]

"FINALLY!"

Still…

Somehow…

Against all odds…

They won.

Meanwhile in Rose's Instance..

A group of six goblins sat around a fire pit.

They never heard the arrow coming.

FWIP!

The first goblin dropped dead instantly.

Before the others could react—

FWIP! FWIP! FWIP!

Three more fell—silent kills, each arrow perfectly placed.

The last two goblins spun around, their weapons raised—

Too late.

A blur of white and black moved in the darkness.

Rose stepped forward, bow in hand.

One goblin charged.

Rose didn't even draw her bow.

Instead—

She twisted her body just slightly, narrowly dodging the attack—

And stabbed the goblin in the throat with the arrow in her hand.

It gurgled—

Then dropped.

The final goblin froze.

Rose turned.

Expression cold.

She raised her last arrow.

And threw it.

Straight into its skull.