Inside the Hepa Grand Library.
The air was thick with the sour stench of knowledge—at least, that was how Dragon Fighting in the Wild saw it. He couldn't understand a single damn thing.
Those usually aloof top students and mages, however, were stuffing stone tablets into their backpacks and copying runes like aunties fighting over discounted eggs at the supermarket.
Watching them, this strong contender for the server's number one tank was so bored he wanted to carve a three-bedroom apartment into the floor with his fingers.
"So boring."
Dragon Fighting in the Wild idly flicked the door-sized battle axe in his hand, making it ring crisply. "I feel like I'm about to grow fur. What kind of crappy ruin is this? There isn't even a single guard. Were the Hepa People pacifists?"
"How about we go outside and grind monsters? Staying here is wasting valuable leveling time!"
In the shadows not far away, Vanguard Across the Realm leaned against a stone pillar with his eyes closed. Hearing that, he merely replied, "Don't jinx it. This is the liver. No monsters would be the strangest thing here."
Brute Force Yields Miracles rolled over nearby and scratched his back. "I was wondering what would happen if you fell asleep in this game, but I can't fall asleep no matter what. How about we play cards?"
Just as this group of high-end combat bodyguards was about to go berserk from boredom, the most restless member of the party got himself into trouble.
[Someone on the History Book], a history major with only LV.18 but LV.99 curiosity, had been poking around everywhere while everyone else carried supplies from the hall.
Relying on his sharp instincts, he noticed a rather unusual structure.
"Huh? There seems to be an elevator going down here?"
[Someone on