Luke was breathing heavily.
He sat behind a tree, his back pressed against the rough bark.
He was no longer inside the dungeon.
He died.
Not because of the bear. He had killed it, no, slaughtered it.
But the force behind the final attack had been too overwhelming. The entire cave collapsed on top of him.
And he died.
The experience had been anything but pleasant.
"Haah..." A long breath escaped his lips.
Once he returned outside, there wasn't a single scratch left on his body, yet he still drank a healing potion just to be safe. Now he only had three remaining since one had been wasted inside that cave.
But his mind wasn't on the wasted potion.
'What the hell was even that? System? Didn't you say the monsters were controlled in a way where I would only face enemies I could handle?' he asked before wiping the sweat forming between his brows.
His breathing was still slightly uneven which he tried to control but to no avail.
