Slaughtering The Dungeon Boss!

The Raven screeched in pain, the wound sealing again—but slower this time.

He attacked again. Again. Again.

Each slash tore through freshly repaired flesh. Each one drained a bit more from that life force bar.

And Leon didn't stop.

He couldn't afford to.

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TIME REMAINING: 00:27:13

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"Twenty-seven minutes... I can still do this," he muttered, his breath ragged, his body drenched in blood and sweat.

His first mission—to defeat the dungeon only with his fists—was already a lost cause. But the timed mission? He could still complete that.

He had changed.

This dungeon had transformed him.

The soft-hearted boy who once feared confrontation was long gone. Replaced by a survivor—cold, calm, and ruthless.

He wasn't doing this for fame. Or power. Or glory.

He was doing this for the people he loved.

For his sick mother.