Netip Town, Central High Tower.
The Bizarre Golem, seemingly piled together from rotting flesh, dissolved into a puddle of filthy blood amid a cloud of foul-smelling smoke thick with acidic stench. The remaining nine people in the room all let out a sigh of relief.
However, they did not truly relax. After all, not long ago, they had lost a companion to a Monster that had feigned death.
But soon, the door leading to the next floor suddenly opened. The slightly grating sound of bricks scraping against each other seemed like a signal, making everyone who heard it collapse onto the floor.
"How much time does First Law have left?" Novat turned to look at his remaining teammates.
Cons pulled out his pocket watch, glanced at it, and took a deep breath.
"About fifteen minutes. Based on the previous pattern of increasing intensity, that will only be enough for another two floors at most. Are we still going?"
"Let's go." Earnest picked up a gemstone that looked as though it had congealed from blood from where the flesh golem had collapsed. He then took several bottles of potion from his pocket and handed them to the others. "We've already used more than half our supplies. This island doesn't seem like a place where we can obtain materials or hold rituals, so this may be our only chance. If we miss it, all we can do is waste away in that town. I can sleep for seven or eight hundred years and see whether another batch of unlucky fools comes along. What about you?"
"He's right. If we don't want to be trapped on this island for the rest of our lives, we have to take a chance." Bruce accepted a potion and poured it into his mouth. As he felt