"Two... Fifth Level?"
Rogue immediately held his breath.
His thoughts froze for an instant, and a powerful sense of crisis surged from within the moment he realized this.
—Why does this team's level keep getting higher?! I've never heard of an archaeological ruin that could alarm a Fifth Level transcendent...
Rogue was filled with regret.
There was no way he could run now. He had already taken the deposit... In fact, he had spent the entire deposit today, down to the last bit of pocket change. At a time like this, he couldn't even return the deposit and flee.
...Forget it, to hell with it! If I die, I die! Who can't die anyway?!
Whether he died sooner or later, he would die. At least he had enjoyed everything he could, had spent every last bit of the money in his pocket, and would have no regrets even if he died!
Rogue steeled himself, exhaled, and forcibly calmed his mind.
Once he had calmed down, he immediately realized something else—
This white-haired woman... why isn't she breathing? His perception was sharp enough for him to hear the breathing inside a building from over a hundred meters away. There was no way he simply couldn't sense it... The other party truly wasn't breathing.
Listening carefully, she did not even have a heartbeat! No wonder she looked utterly lifeless, like a Doll... Could she be an undead? A Fifth Level undead? This was also a flaw of the "Survival Expert" profession. He could only determine how much of a threat the other party posed to him—for example, "stronger than him," "weaker than him," or "about equal"—but could not accurately determine their level or Path, nor whether they were a living person or a phantom demon.
Fortunately, because he was Fourth Level, "stronger