Transmigrated into a villain, I personally tore apart the shackles of fate.

Chapter 131 Solo Dungeon Guide

hum!

I walked in front of rows of portals, searching for the entrance to my dungeon.

'This is a bit like an underground city of the black market,' I thought to myself.

Although the number of portals in the academy is less than that in the black market, it is enough to test students.

Today is the day of the practical exam. We will be sent into the dungeon alone to face the challenges by ourselves.

【B-3】

As I stood before the dungeon gates, a professor in charge appeared. I didn't recognize him; he was probably an advisor for another class. Considering the college has over 2400 new students each year, the number of advisors is quite large.

"Cough cough."

The professor cleared his throat, trying to get our attention.

"Good morning, students. Today, you will take your practical exam in this dungeon. The academy has carefully selected dungeons of varying difficulty to match your skills and rankings."

He pointed to the portals behind him, each representing a unique challenge. "Your task is simple: traverse the dungeon, overcome all obstacles, and finally retrieve the treasure assigned to you. Your evaluation criteria include problem-solving skills, adaptability, and the ability to work independently."

'That requirement does exist.'

Most of the time, when dungeons are mentioned, the completion condition is usually defeating the boss monster. However, in this exam, there will be no teamwork, and defeating the boss monster in cooperation with others is not our goal.

The objective of this test is to reach the finish line and retrieve the designated treasure. Completing this task essentially means we've achieved the main objective of the dungeon.

The professor's gaze swept across the crowd, his voice serious and firm. "Remember, the practical exam is not just about survival; it tests your ability to thrive in unpredictable environments. You will face unknown creatures, traps, and puzzles. You may even encounter your classmates. In such situations, alliances are permitted, but competition is also inevitable."

He paused, letting his words resonate. "Once you enter the portal, the timer will begin. You have four hours to complete the mission and return; failure to do so will automatically result in a failing grade."

"In case of an emergency, you can ask faculty or staff for help, but please note that doing so will interrupt the exam and your exam will be canceled. Therefore, I suggest you try to persevere as much as possible."

Thinking about all the possibilities that might arise in the dungeon, I understood why the professor said that. In most cases, there's a big difference between teamwork and independent action, and the students will experience that firsthand.

The professor's expression was serious. "Stay vigilant, have faith in your abilities, and rely on the improvements you've made since entering the academy. The skills you've honed with sweat and blood are now your chance to prove your worth in this exam."

As he spoke, he looked around as if assessing each student.

"Good luck to you, and may you return victorious."

After saying that, he walked aside, leaving us in line, and went to inform the other students.

"Everyone entering the B-3 dungeon, prepare yourselves," announced the faculty member in charge of the B-3 dungeon, drawing our attention.

Students quickly began preparing, making sure they had their equipment, identification wristbands, and other necessary items for the exam.

One by one, the students stepped forward and showed their identification wristbands to the faculty and staff for inspection.

“Alex Rodriguez, ranked 1800.”

As each student stepped forward, faculty and staff read out their names and rankings aloud to ensure that every student could hear.

"Elsa Sullivan, ranked 1950."

This is actually a very cruel method. I could clearly see the students' eyes locking onto the name as it appeared.

'Seize their property.'

After all, most people are greedy creatures, and even those who know the cruelty of the dungeons well at the Hunter Academy will have such people.

"Tom Anderson, ranked 2100."

......

......

When my advisor called on me last, I went over.

"Give."

After taking my card, my tutor loudly announced my name and ranking.

“Morse Scott, ranked 2450”.

When my name and ranking were announced, I could feel everyone's eyes turning to me.

At that moment, I knew I had become an easy target in their eyes. My name was known to everyone because of the rumors, and my low ranking made me "prey" in their eyes.

"All identities have been confirmed. Prepare yourselves, you are about to enter."

While the others were formulating strategies, the faculty and staff gestured for us to follow, and everyone headed toward the entrance to the dungeon.

However, as I walked over, I sensed something was amiss. There seemed to be something unusual in the gazes directed at me.

boom!boom!

My heart pounded a few times, and my instincts warned me that something was about to happen.

'What happened?'

As far as I remember, nothing will happen during the midterm exams.

Looking back, my gaze met countless eyes staring at me. At least ten pairs of eyes were fixed on me, but I didn't notice anything unusual.

Am I overreacting?

In the end, I didn't give up on the exam. Quitting was impossible at this point; doing so would mean expulsion. I had no choice but to enter the dungeon.

hum!

As we arrived at the dungeon entrance, the sound of a portal reached our ears.

"You may enter."

With the faculty and staff confirmed, everyone entered the dungeon one by one.

Boom!

As soon as I entered the dungeon and got a foothold, that familiar feeling of nausea immediately washed over me.

However, by this point, I had become accustomed to this feeling. Countless explorations of the black market dungeons had made it familiar. I even felt that my body had adapted to it, and the feeling quickly disappeared.

I didn't even blink, calmly looking around.

"vomit!"

However, some students still vomited, as if it were their first time entering the dungeon. I suspect that other students don't have as many dungeon-related practical classes, and this happened far more often than I initially expected.

But I shouldn't focus my attention on these students.

call!

A gust of cold wind swept by, and the chilly air brushed against my skin.

Ahead lay a wide asphalt road, surrounded by ruined buildings, the walls covered with moss and vines.

There was no sign of life; it was as if everything in the world had been destroyed. A sense of oppression permeated the air, as if something terrible was lurking.

'Like the end of the world.'

This is an apocalyptic world, possibly a dungeon inspired by another destroyed world.

'The academy really put a lot of thought into this.'

Each dungeon has its own unique difficulty level, adjusted based on the average ranking of the students entering. Dungeons with "B" in their names are for students with lower rankings.

'Ethan might be in [B-1],' I thought to myself.

Since Ethan's ranking is similar to mine, he should also have been assigned to a B-rank dungeon. However, I'm not sure which one, because even a small butterfly effect could change the dungeon he's assigned to.

Wow... How amazing!

"correct."

I could hear some students exclaim in surprise, their eyes wide; they were clearly astonished. Their attention was mostly focused on trivial matters.

It's time to act.

My watch showed the remaining time in the dungeon, and I needed to find a path to my objective. Although this dungeon might not be long, the eerie atmosphere kept me alert, and I was eager to leave as soon as possible.

With this in mind, I prepared my weapons and headed deeper into the town.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

I could feel my boots pounding on the thick asphalt. The town was deathly silent, as if devoid of any sign of life.

I call it a "town" because most of the buildings are destroyed, but some signs still indicate that this was once a place full of shops and other facilities.

Suddenly, I sensed someone approaching. Not one person, but many students approaching at the same time.

Whoosh!

"Get out of the way."

One of the students quickly ran past me, followed closely by another. They were running on the asphalt road as if it were a race.

'What a pity,' I thought to myself.

After all, wherever there are dungeons, there will inevitably be monsters.

"Gurgle..."

The monster that suddenly appeared from the building confirmed my suspicions...