Axton was particularly invested in the skill [Non-Entity], and for good reason.

Compared to other skill he had gained along with it, this one felt absurdly overpowered. The moment he activated it, his existence practically vanished from reality.

His figure, his aura, his presence… all gone.

It was as though the world itself forgot he was there, and in that absence, he could strike.

The beauty of it was in the surprise.

An enemy could prepare for brute force.

They could defend against projectiles, counter illusions, or even react to speed, but how could anyone possibly guard against an attack they didn't even know was coming?

It was almost unfair.

Because of this, Axton didn't hesitate to burn large amounts of Exp to push [Non-Entity] to its maximum potential. Compared to [Ultra Stun], which was powerful but situational, this ability was the one that would matter most for his survival and his victories.

He was certain that very soon, it would prove invaluable.

******

After finishing up with what he was doing, Axton walked closer to the group of soldiers who had survived. Their faces still carried exhaustion, and more than a few were pale from their ordeal, but at least they were alive.

"What's really going on here?" Axton asked casually, though his eyes were sharp. "I was told you were deployed to handle some monster outbreak."

One of the soldiers, a sturdy-looking man with mud on his armor, stepped forward and spoke for the group.

"Yes, sir… but…"

Axton tilted his head. "But what?"

The man hesitated for a moment, exchanging uncertain glances with the others before answering.

"That wasn't the only reason we were sent here."

"Oh?" Axton rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Then what was the other reason?"

The soldier drew in a breath, as if preparing to say something dangerous. "During the time the monsters started rampaging, a dungeon awakened in this region. We haven't raided it yet, but rumor has it… it's a very strong one."

Axton's lips expressed a half-smile. "Let me guess, Bismarck got wind of it and sent you all to investigate, hiding it under the guise of monster extermination."

The soldier nodded grimly. "Yes, sir. That's exactly it."

'Smart man,' Axton thought. 'I'll give him that much. He might actually be worthy of the title of Commander after all.'

The realization made sense of everything.

The strange deployment…

The secrecy… and even Bismarck's eagerness to personally oversee things without interference.

*Click*

A thought struck him like lightning.

'Wait. That means even Mayor Duncan has no idea this dungeon exists.'

His curiosity, already high, spiked through the roof.

"Have you located the dungeon?" he asked quickly.

"Yes, sir," the soldier replied. "It's about half a day's march from here, according to our scouting."

Axton didn't hesitate. "Then let's go."

His words carried the weight of command, and though the soldiers exchanged weary looks, none dared to object.

"Yes, sir!"

******

Twelve hours.

That was all it would take and frankly, Axton didn't mind sacrificing half a day. After all, he had already completed the mayor's mission, freed the captured soldiers, and secured their safety for the moment.

A little detour to check out a mysterious dungeon was worth the investment, especially if it was important enough to draw Bismarck's attention.

Their journey took them deeper into and through the cave until they reached yet another peculiar cave entrance.

Axton studied it carefully.

To the soldiers, it may have looked like a simple cave, but he noticed subtle details.

The air was thicker.

Faint vibrations tickled his skin, and there was a trace of mana unlike anything he'd felt in the surrounding area.

"This isn't just a cave," he muttered. "It's a passageway."

Suddenly, everything clicked.

The countless flittermice they had fought earlier weren't randomly gathered pests.

They were guardians.

They had the task of blocking outsiders from reaching what lay beyond their territory.

The group pressed forward, trekking through winding tunnels until the scenery around them shifted abruptly.

What stretched before them wasn't the dank darkness of a cave anymore.

The air was fragrant with the smell of blossoming flowers, and ahead of them floated an object they all recognised.

It was a door.

It hung suspended in the air on a small pedestal of white clouds, as though some god had planted it there.

There were no walls, no frame, nothing to hold it up. Just a door, standing proudly and defying logic.

The soldiers froze, unsettled by the sight, but Axton… Axton's eyes gleamed.

Without hesitation, he strode toward it.

"Be careful!" one of the soldiers shouted, his voice cracking with fear.

Axton didn't stop.

Instead, he smirked.

Confidence radiated from him, the kind of unnatural assurance that only the strong could afford.

He reached out, grasped the door knob, and turned it.

*Ding*

[You have…]

The system message froze him mid-action.

His eyes widened, his heartbeat spiking as the notification fully appeared.

He staggered back a step, stunned.

His mouth hung slightly open.

"…A mythical event?" he whispered.

******

*Ding*

[You have unlocked a mythical event]

[Be warned. Mythical events are not bound by the rules of the game.]

[Do you wish to proceed?]

[Yes / No]

Axton felt a knot tighten in his throat.

It had been a long time since the system had thrown something at him that made him hesitate.

He'd faced monsters, boss monsters, demons and hidden quests. But this… this was different.

"Not bound by the rules of the game?" he muttered, trying to figure out the meaning.

The statement was too vague. Too ominous. No matter how he twisted it around in his head, he found no satisfying answer.

Nevertheless, Axton did not hesitate and chose [Yes].

*Ding*

[Mythical points are required to proceed.]

[Do you wish to continue?]

[Yes / No]

The soldiers behind him looked alarmed. One of them spoke up nervously. "Sir… are you really sure about this? Even Commander Bismarck only sent us to scout. If this dungeon is strong enough to be called mythical…"

His voice trailed off, as if the rest was too dangerous to say aloud.

Axton turned his head slightly, meeting their worried gazes. His eyes burned with determination.

"Yes. From here on, you may not be able to follow. I'll go ahead alone."

The soldiers bowed their heads reluctantly, unable to argue with him.

*Click*

[Yes]

[...]

[Dungeon Modes]

[Easy: 50 Points]

[Medium: 100 Points]

[Hard: 200 Points]

[Expert: 300 Points]

[Legendary: 400 Points]

[Hell: 500 Points]

Axton stared at the list, his expression unreadable.

'I see… The mode I choose determines how many mythical points I must invest.'

The options sat before him like a row of loaded dice, each one daring him to test his luck.

Easy mode tempted with safety.

Hell mode radiated danger and proposed much better rewards than the rest.

His emotions were all over the place.

He was thrilled, cautious, skeptical, eager etc.

It was the first time in a long while he felt chills of genuine anticipation.

Would he survive this?

Would this event reward him… or consume him?

Axton took a deep breath.

His eyes locked onto the final option.

"I choose…"

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