The Unfathomable monster finally fell into the lava lake, but only as its last act before death.

From high above, Damian sensed the mana slowly leaking from the corpse without any restraint. When a mighty Emperor rank creature dies, sometimes it is reborn as the same species as an infant. At least that's how it was for the mana beasts. Who knew about the monsters?

If he were to believe the lord of hellhounds' words, monsters were just creatures consumed by their hunger. Their flesh did not generate enough pure mana to bring peace to their minds, so they hunted the ones that had such pure mana. The pathfinders.

But higher rank monsters should be able to somewhat control their savage side, right? At least that's what the dog-faced guy said. Could he have talked to that insect king and this ginormous crocodile?

They just started attacking each other from the second they sensed each other. Didn't seem like there was anything to talk about. Other than those monsters or mana beasts in his second ranker trials, Damian had never heard a monster speak.

They wanted mana.. Could he just give them liquid mana and see what happens?

His liquid mana was not pure though. It was at the same quality as a king rank or lower beast or monster could generate from their own core.

Damian stopped thinking and dived inside the lava after covering himself in the coat of seven and pulled the dead monster out of the lake. Placed it near the severed head part of the monster and took out some sacrium ingot. Others gathered near him, regenerating their mana or healing as they saw fit. The free ones just observed his actions from the side.

When he touched the black creature with his own hands after removing the coat of seven, multiple chimes resounded in his head.

Damian turned around and quickly activated his status tool.

[You are the chasm that even the Unfathomable gets buried into. Yours is the beast of fire, for you are victorious.]

[Dungeon Relic: The Incinerator Crown acquired.]

Damian clicked the relic line, and a black chitinous, sharp crown materialized in thin air, falling into his hands. It was hot. Hot enough for even an abnormal transcendent like him to feel it.

The dungeon relic notification instantly disappeared, as they always do, but the first one remained.

'They are not related?'

Damian touched the first notification as well. And a football-sized glowing, floating ball of energy suddenly came out of nowhere. It circled him like a balloon moving in a breeze. When touched, his hands went right through it without feeling anything. There was no mana or life signature as well.

Other than his eyes, nothing could register the weird thing.

"Are you guys seeing this?" Damian asked just to be sure.

"What is it?" Mindseer asked.

Everyone behind him was following the glowing white ball with their eyes. At the very least, the existence of the thing was not his mind's imagination.

Damian ignored the weird thing; the pieces of humongous crocodile were bleeding out precious mana-rich blood. He placed the crown to the side and took out a sacrium ingot. Shaping and moulding it before all eyes, Damian created a knight's helmet.

It was for the spatial storage. The ones on his arms and legs could not store such a large monster, along with all the other stuff that was already inside.

He placed a hand on the bleeding corpse and, with the help of liquid mana floating behind him, stored the two massive pieces of the dead leviathan.

"It can fit that whole damn thing?" The King of pigmen, holding a big two-handed sword and clad in his runic suit, asked.

"Yes," Damian said.

"This used to be part of our world, huh?" Heather asked.

With regular interactions with Mindseer, they had learned the common language well enough to hold conversations.

"It's not confirmed," Damian answered, "Maybe he existed on your world in some ancient time, maybe it was just the dungeon's creation."

"If it did, I am glad it was dead before my time," Veltrax commented.

Damian checked the dark crown quickly. It was good. Supereme rank even. The Incinerator Crown, as the name suggests, the main skill gives the user control over all similar and lower-rank fire-element beings.

Damian neither had fire affinity nor did he care about controlling other emperor rank creatures.

'Maybe Einar can use the fire affinity bonus,'

He stored it and looked towards the endpoint.

"Are you guys ready? Does anyone need healing, mana?" Damian asked.

Sulthar had recived the most damage, but his wounds were already regenerating. Still, Damian cast the group healing spell and gave Sulthar some very potent healing potion. For the others, refilling the liquid mana capsules and their own bodies was done by his extra steel and blazur mana generator cubes.

They were just for the dungeon run. After that, he would take each one back.

Before proceeding to the next level, Damian felt like he had to say it, though it should have been obvious.

"My goal is to reach the very end because I need to. You are all warriors. Know your limits when the time comes, and exit or return. No need to endure for the sake of others."

Damian met eyes with the three groups, humans, pigmen, and monsters—all nodded resolutely. So he proceeded further ahead.

The terrain changed again for the next level. Now, all 40-kilometer-square dungeon floor was just bubbling lava. No more obsidian or anything. The sky was red, without any burning rocks. It was indeed the very description of fiery hell. There were, however, glowing cyan and purple mana crystals floating atop the lava at times.

The temperature had jumped up once again. The Runic suits now required capsule replacement every 10 minutes. Even the red demon Veltrax and the gorilla Droquar were really uncomfortable in the intense heat. Damian took out a square, blazur metal cube and inscribed an invisible box spell on it.

Fifty meters wide, 20 in length, and over 40 in height. Droquar and the two pigmen transcedents had to lie down inside to fit in. The lava guy, T'korran, and Sulthar didn't need any protection from the heat.

The invisible box spell was a modified one. Damian had added an oxygen-generating spell, a powerful cooling spell, and a heat resistance spell inside. Several layers of heat-resistant spell inscribed air shield walls covered the invisible box as well, working as additional temperature dampeners.

And of course, weight-reducing spells with wind blade spells to move forward in the air.

Even after all that, they all could still feel the temperature and had to keep the runic suits on. It was that hot. But it did make a difference, and now Veltrax and Droquar could at least catch their breath.

The levels after 70 contained even fewer types of monsters. A lesser dragon, a mid-emperor rank herd of monsters that flew high in the sky and even dived into the lava at times. Golems made entirely of lava, very similar to T'korran, low to mid-emperor rank monsters were there. And a giant obsidian-skin whale-like creature that occasionally surfaced from the lava, dispersing lava high in the air each time it did that, as whales did with ocean water.

Each floor had over 10 to 30 such creatures. And they had to push away or fight some, or all, at times, who tried to attack and block their path.

There was a mini-boss every 2 levels. Mid-legendary rank. But it was related just to these three types of monsters present in these 70s levels. Either a giant Dragon like Sulthar, a massive lava golem, which was more like a liquid living species than a real golem. And lastly, the evolved obsidian whales.

Together, they could face all of them.

A single emperor rank monster was nothing to them. Each of them, even. Even though the transcendents and legendary monsters were somewhat near to high emperor rank creatures—there was a large difference in the power between beings with intelligence and mindless monsters.

All around Damian were people who fought like wild, bloodthirsty beasts showing no mercy to these monsters at all.

Even the legendary ones were dealt with when three or four of them attacked together from all sides. It was no easy fight, but it was not life-threatening either. Only the temperature was starting to become an issue.

Damian, Sulthar, and T'korran had to work together and push monsters inside wormholes to force them to enter the cooler invisible box. Their strategy mostly revolved around capturing monsters, forcing them inside the unbreakable invisible box, and ganging up on them till they stopped moving.

They had to be extra careful in protecting this temperature protective box of theirs from outside force though. Only Sulthar, T'korran, and Damian's spells could do that. Protection was mostly a responsibility shoved towards Damian himself.

His spells and liquid mana made everything look too easy, even to other transcedents and legendary rank monsters.

At last, they entered level 80. It was another Unfathomable rank monster. Another solo monster level.

Only it.. or he did not attack them like the rest of the dungeon monsters.

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