The True Trap

"Ah—"

In an ancient tomb deep within the mountains, an undead creature wailed and vanished, dropping a pitch-black Key.

Imhotep lowered his staff and gasped for air, his breathing ragged.

Since entering the Undead Kingdom, his journey had been anything but smooth. He had faced too many competitors, and every single time, he had to exhaust his strength just to secure a Key.

Having successfully passed through two zones, his stamina was severely depleted. With no time to rest, he was already showing signs of fatigue while fighting an undead creature around level 80.

If this continued, he would likely have to withdraw from the competition prematurely.

Overcome with a sense of helplessness, Imhotep sighed and prepared to step forward to retrieve the Key.

Suddenly, the ground ahead bulged and cracked, and a bald middle-aged man emerged from beneath the earth.

It was none other than Aziz, the Ghoul King.

Both were stunned upon seeing each other, their gazes simultaneously locking onto the Key lying on the ground, positioned exactly between them.

The urge to seize the Key surged in both their hearts. Imhotep, in particular, felt that after the grueling effort it took to take down the undead guardian, he could not let the spoils be snatched away for nothing.

Furthermore, his own Keys were exhausted; this was his last chance.

Aziz was in the same position. His Keys were gone, and after struggling through so much to reach this point, he could not let this final opportunity slip away to someone else.

Just as the thought crossed their minds and before they could make a move, a thunderous boom erupted from the ceiling of the tomb. A massive skull, accompanied by rubble and dust, plummeted from above, landing squarely on top of the Key.

Imhotep and Aziz were