Solomon's 72nd dungeon.

Andromalius's dungeon, which boasted the most frequent ownership changes—the owner changing about three times a day—was actually no different from a mayhem of low-level demons rushing in like moths to a flame.

And the current Andromalius had defended his dungeon from all kinds of ragtag demons and adventurers for quite a long time—a whole three weeks. Though it was a small dungeon without a single 3-star, Andromalius mobilized every troop he had and didn't have, twisting and turning to defend.

The source of that defense was wealth.

Thanks to his ability to easily find treasure, he defended the dungeon by hiring new mercenaries whenever soldiers were about to die. There was occasional risk of losing the dungeon by hiring someone stronger than himself, but Andromalius survived by stroking their pride.

[Someone as strong as you should start from the top 50, how could you try to take a lowly position like my 72nd rank? Please show the generosity of the strong.]

Thus Andromalius survived. Now was the time for Andromalius to climb the stairs one step at a time from the bottom.

"Skeleton Knight. Do you know how I climbed to this position?"

Andromalius vented to the 3-star Skeleton Knight he'd pulled for the first time yesterday.

"I started as a dungeon master three weeks ago. Sucking up to the successful, killing the unsuccessful. As a result of desperately staying flat like that, the seal Seizure Battle finally began. Hehe."

The information generously shared by the high-ranking mercenaries he'd diligently praised and flattered was also Andromalius's good asset. Who attacked whom, who has a seal. And very fortunately, Andromalius didn't have a seal.

'Would've been fucked if I did.'

The dungeon was already like a falling-apart shantytown, but if he'd been given a seal, it would've been stolen immediately. Andromalius patted his chest and examined the dungeon. Now he just had to rise to legion commander with the 3-star Skeleton Knight.

"Beat Dantalian, beat Seere! And climb up one step at a time like that... hehe."

Clatter.

Suddenly the Skeleton Knight drew its sword. Andromalius was anxious it might betray and rob him, but the Skeleton Knight stood before its master like a loyal knight.

Toward the 'enemy' that appeared in the dungeon. Andromalius swallowed and checked the system notification.

"No, crazy, fuck, what the hell is this lunatic?!!?"

Andromalius couldn't help but be shocked.

"Why is 63rd picking a fight with me, what the hell?!"

[Notice: The master of the 63rd dungeon, ### ### # (★★★★☆) has suddenly installed a portal!]

[Portal: One-way portal]

[Time until direction change: 71 hours 59 minutes.]

There was no declaration of war, and despite eating a massive surprise attack penalty if they failed, the enemy had come to attack him.

"Skeleton Knight! Don't stay here, go intercept! The moment they cross the trap, mobilize the skeletons and kill them all!"

After ordering his subordinates to intercept, Andromalius pulled out a notebook filled with information he'd obtained by brown-nosing senior dungeon masters. The grimy notebook covered in handprints was Andromalius's precious treasure.

"63rd... 63rd... Andras? Maze-type dungeon? Annoyingly troublesome to conquer? The name's different though?"

The moment Andromalius sensed something wrong, commotion rang from beyond the long corridor.

Ras... Ras... Ras...

"What...? Ra... Ras?"

The echoing sound was becoming clearer. Andromalius perked up his ears and focused on the sound. The sound starting with 'Ra' and ending with 'S' was definitely a resonance that hinted at the opponent's identity.

"Could it be Andras himself?!"

Raaasss!!

A bizarre resonance rang to the end of the dungeon. Andromalius looked at the crystal ball in terror. Thanks to Solomon's system, he could check the enemy invading the dungeon through the skeletons' eyes. Those coming from the portal at the entrance were...

Ras! Ras! Ras! Ras! Ras!

Ras! Ras! Ras! Ras! Ras!

Ras! Ras! Ras! Ras! Ras!

Ras! Ras! Ras! Ras! Ras!

Crow soldiers were running while shouting Ras. Hunched over, arms strangely thrown back, eyes sparkling as they charged—traps were smashed and skeletons were smashed.

"...I'm fucked."

Over a hundred enemies invaded a dungeon with barely 30 troops. Andromalius felt dizzy and couldn't tell if what he was experiencing was a dream or reality.

"Does that bastard have no honor?!"

Even in a Seizure Battle, how could a ★★★★☆ being launch such a massive attack on a dungeon whose master was only ★★?

'Could it be.'

Was he mistaken thinking he had a seal? Andromalius made a decision while watching the skeletons ruthlessly destroyed by the crow soldiers' claws. The opponent was an enemy who had to be beaten with clever tongue work, far stronger than himself.

Ras, Ras, Ras!!

There must be a leader among those crow troops shouting Ras. Andromalius hurriedly took off his formal attire and changed into shabby, worn clothes to run through the dungeon. The crow soldiers stopped advancing upon seeing him, and Andromalius slid to his knees in a full prostration.

"Please wait!!"

He could barely win fighting them one by one, but there was definitely a general leading the troops. Knowing his head would fly if he fought them, Andromalius tried to survive with his silver tongue.

"...You're the master of this dungeon?"

At the beautiful voice he'd never heard before, Andromalius's heart sank. The voice was so beautiful that just hearing it made him want to covet it, so he slightly raised his head. There stood a black-haired beauty in a black feather dress looking down on him.

"Ah..."

"I won't ask twice. Are you the dungeon master?"

"Ah... you were so beautiful I lost myself. Yes, I am Andromalius. Worthless and insignificant, but I dare occupy the lowest seat."

"Really? I'm Andras."

Andras crouched before Andromalius and lifted his neck with sharp claws.

"Master's message."

"Master...? Didn't you say Andras...?"

Instantly, Andromalius's heart sank. He recalled that the opposing dungeon master's name announced through the system wasn't Andras. The being before him—Andras wasn't the dungeon master. Just the vanguard. Andras lifted her blood-red lips in a wide smile and whispered.

"'Ah, this is called bullying noobs,' Ras."

"What?"

Slash.

With the illusion of the world splitting into six pieces, before Andromalius appeared the system that had brought him this far, leaving a final farewell.

[Notice: You have been defeated in the Seizure Battle.]

[Defeat: Death of dungeon master.]

Ah. I died. Andromalius lost consciousness.

The 72nd dungeon he'd desperately defended for three weeks was stolen not by an underdog uprising, but by a massacre from someone 9 ranks higher.

***

[Notice: You have won the Seizure Battle.]

[Victory: Death of dungeon master]

[Victory Reward: Dimension Stone - Skeleton (★).]

"The reward's definitely stingy for raiding a 72nd dungeon. The magic stones he'd saved up are only lowest-grade and low-grade. This is the amount that comes out from just running the slime sub-dungeon for a day, right? Tch, pathetic."

I'd ambitiously opened a portal to the 72nd dungeon and organized an Andras army with Andras as the commander to infiltrate the enemy base. The Seizure Battle system remained intact, maintaining the portal's direction, but the Andras troops cleaned out the dungeon in just three hours.

"...."

Shaitan pouted with a dissatisfied expression.

"What? Disappointed I bullied the weak?"

"...It's not that. But considering your honor, Master."

"Honor doesn't feed you, so what's the problem? What good is making a name after death? Gotta do well while alive."

I stuck the Dimension Stone Andromalius left behind into our dungeon. We already had enough undead with ghouls, and the dungeon was too shabby to entrust to Meri. In the end, Andromalius's dungeon became a sub-dungeon of our dungeon.

"Not my place to say, but this is kinda bad. Bullying noobs? This went beyond bullying kids."

Gremory criticized me too. As she said, it was self-deprecating, but Gremory and Shaitan were worried about my moves after Andromalius.

Dantalian, Seere, Decarabia, Belial, Amdusias.

Dungeons from 71st to 67th, climbing one step at a time from bottom to top. I planned to step on all those dungeons one by one from the bottom. Even accepting the dishonor and danger that came with it.

"You could be called a thug who only beats up weak guys, Master."

"Right. Just like you totally looked down on me, others will totally look down on you. Like, wow, that guy's a scumbag who only raids lower-ranked dungeons!"

"And the masters of higher dungeons... no, all demons don't favor such people. Proof of strength is proven by defeating those stronger than yourself. Like when you withstood the offensive from the 56th dungeon, several ranks higher than you, and even conquered it instead."

"So let's reconsider. People can make mistakes, right? Everyone will know soon that we ate the 72nd dungeon. But if we conquer everything from the bottom up, it's quite dangerous."

"Calm down. I know you're both worried."

Even before installing the portal to Andromalius's dungeon, the two strongly opposed.

"I'll draw a lot of aggro through this battle, and those above me will think quite poorly of me. That orc bastard, trash who doesn't know honor and only bullies the weak. Then someday someone will come to attack me. Good justification, right? Veterans coming to eliminate a loser bullying newbies."

What content would veterans have after abandoning battles with the human alliance? Raising clueless newbies who attack recklessly, then crushing them when they later attempt an uprising. That was the current reality of the dungeon Seizure Battle.

"But the game has changed. The one who flipped the entire board was none other than the operator supporting the system, the Demon King. This Seizure Battle is a paradigm shift happening under the Demon King's leadership in the first place. Honor and whatever—the final seven who survive win this battle royale. Shaitan, you're the proof."

"...What meaning do I have besides my function as a seal?"

"The Demon King gave the seal called Shaitan not to 1st through 7th rank, but to someone like me at 63rd. Then what does that mean? It means no one knows who has them. It's strange if six people from 1st to 6th rank have them and 63rd has a seal, right? Who knows. Maybe he sent one to Andromalius. Of course, we ate him and he didn't have one."

"That's true."

"While the demons are mistaken, I'll climb up from bottom to top like a hyena. And if I meet a seal's owner while climbing from the bottom..."

I made a cutting motion across my neck with my hand.

"I'll steal the seal and devour that entire force. And after gradually building up strength, I'll create a force of several merged legions. The seven legions don't have to be seven dungeon masters. The Demon King gave us a hint. That we can use any means necessary."

"But didn't that mean the Demon King would... the Goddess..."

"That was probably part of it. But think about it. How good does this sound?"

I raised my finger.

"Me, Lime, Lune, Eila, Gremory, Andras, Meri. Just like that, we have seven people. If we make the seven legion commanders from beings within our legion, game over, right? Is there a law saying Demon King's army legion commanders must be demons? In the end, if we overcome all adversity and beat down everyone who attacks, weak or strong, isn't that enough?"

"...Master, just how far are you drawing this picture?"

Shaitan was looking at me with a face both appalled and entranced. I spread both arms wide and grinned.

"This entire world is my drawing paper, my canvas. Yes. I will dye the world with my wrath."

With Wrath (Ras).

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