Greg had played plenty of Soulslike games in his previous life, and he knew that the most important thing in a boss fight was information-especially information about the boss's moves.
The Dungeon in the original game was essentially an extra challenge stage that added a Soulslike element to the gal game world.
Back then, he could spend countless lives testing a boss's moves, dying and starting over again and again until every movement was etched into his muscle memory.
But things were different now.
This was reality. He only had one shot at his challenge plan, and if he died, he would be dead for good.
So when he learned that even Nightmare knew nothing about this floor's lord, Greg realized he had a difficult problem on his hands.
Information about the lord boss's moves was the most important intelligence of all.
With that information in hand, he and Vivian, both only in their thirties in level, had been able to keep the Throat of Longing on the defensive when it went berserk on the Academy Dungeon's Second Floor.
But now the situation was exactly the opposite-with no idea what moves the enemy might use, even having Ellie's level seventy-one strength on their side probably wouldn't make defeating this floor's boss all that easy.
"I never thought the Dungeon would have a place like this."
Ellie stopped in front of the old temple and flicked the blood off her sword.
More than a dozen Monster corpses lay strewn at her feet and on either side, all of them creatures she had casually dispatched along the way.
She looked up at the building before her. Though dilapidated, it still carried an air of solemn grandeur, and a rare note of wonder entered her voice.
Greg stepped forward and replied with a