I quicken my pace to get there as fast as possible. The 6 kilometers are completed in just under ten minutes, a speed impossible for a normal human to maintain. But with my body strengthened by magic, Imra, and my assimilation with a grade 6 monster, this speed and distance are nothing.

I sit on a branch of a nearby tree. I find it curious that there's a 100-meter radius completely cleared around the dungeon—no trees or grass. Was this planned by someone? That seems to be the case; it looks far too suspicious to be natural.

"Should I take precautions?" If this was planned, someone might be watching the place. I pull a scarf from my dimensional bracelet and cover most of my face, leaving only my eyes and nose visible. While I can use my domain to perceive what's happening around me, I still trust my sight. A monster could slip out of range and head in another direction.

"Should I investigate the area while I wait?" I don't mind talking to myself in a low voice—after all, I'm using my old language, one no one should understand. Before I can start scouting, I feel a shift in the dungeon portal. The blue light begins to shine more intensely, and I sense its generated energy growing steadily. After a moment, it stabilizes, and I start to see silhouettes emerging.

I focus my eyes to identify the humanoid form of the monsters. They resemble bipedal wolves with human features. Each one stands about 150 cm tall, with horrifyingly large teeth, platinum-blue fur, and claws about 15 cm long—almost like blades.

"Time to do what I came for." I leap from the tree, drawing two metal swords from my storage bracelet as I land. "These will probably be wrecked by the end of today." The metal used to forge them isn't bad, and the village blacksmith did a great job balancing and sharpening them. The problem is the sheer number of monsters I'll be facing over just a few hours.

The first ten monsters seem confused, glancing around. When they spot me walking toward them, their red eyes widen, they howl, and charge at me. "Bad choice." I construct my new electricity skill: dozens of tightly woven, thin lightning bolts dart forward, bouncing across the ground toward the monsters. "I need to improve this skill further." It doesn't cover as much area as I'd like, though the effectiveness seems good.

The bolts strike, leaving massive burns wherever they hit. At the same time, they deliver an electric shock that paralyzes the monsters for a couple of seconds—some even collapse from the surge. I wait a moment to confirm, and they start regaining mobility. "That's pretty good." I use the skill again and move in closer.

They're paralyzed again for almost two seconds—just enough time to kill a few with precise cuts to the neck. I notice more monsters emerging from the portal, howling and rushing toward me. I activate my gravity well and reinforce my sword with Imra—I don't want to apply any Laws, or the metal won't withstand the pressure.

My gravity well, combined with the Electrifying Fierce River, is enough to stop them momentarily. I move in to slash throats or vital points to make them bleed out, finishing some off with v2 spheres so they don't get back up.

Since I use so little mana to maintain the gravity well, I can keep this up for over 30 minutes. My swords move as fast as I can manage—I have to dodge their fangs and counter their claws while slicing through them steadily.

I've been wounded in a few places—my Imra-based defenses can block attacks for less than a second before breaking and letting claws through. It's a different story with my head and chest, protected by reinforced constructions. When they tried to claw those areas, it must have felt like hitting solid iron.

"Damn, I forgot this little issue." I start circling and backing away for two reasons—there are too many of them, and fighting in one spot piles up too many corpses, making it hard to move. The blood's also becoming a hazard.

Judging by the numbers, monsters stopped emerging after about twelve minutes. I have to keep killing; I've only taken out a little over half.

My swords slash arms and legs, strike any visible opening without stopping. Any blocked attack is countered with my other blade, dealing damage and letting me reposition. My hands move fluidly, probing for gaps in their defenses and piercing them all—they can't do anything against a domain at this level.

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It's thrilling to see how my construction of Electrifying Fierce River has gradually improved. "I'm being overly critical of myself." It's strong enough to paralyze several grade two monsters simultaneously.

Finally, fewer than ten remain standing. I approach and take them down one by one—first disabling their limbs with precise slashes, then killing them when they can no longer move. With my domain active, I can sense who's still alive and finish them off one by one.

"What now?" I estimate that only about ten minutes have passed since the first monster wave. I don't know how long until the next one. I look in every direction—all I see are corpses, broken limbs, and blood everywhere.

"What a pain..." I need to move these bodies before the next wave—I can't risk stepping on a corpse or slipping in blood. "Maybe this will work." Before deactivating the gravity well, I try to shift its force from vertical to horizontal.

"It works!" Like a giant leaf blower, the gravity starts pushing all the corpses in the direction I want. I reduce the radius, which increases the pressure. Once I find the sweet spot, I herd all the bipedal wolves into one area near the closest trees.

I sit on the ground, examining my swords. One edge is nearly dull—I'll need to use the other side for the next wave. The blacksmith will be shocked when he sees the state they're in. I sigh in frustration at the thought.

I haven't closed my wounds—I'm just suppressing the pain with my ice core. Honestly, I don't feel any pain due to how shallow they are, my concentration skill, and my life affinity, which boosts natural regeneration.

I wait nearly 20 more minutes for the next monster wave. My routine doesn't change much, except I reduce mana use for the last wave. I can sense that the portal's mana has weakened after the first two rounds. There's barely enough for a third—if I'm not careful, I won't have enough to finish.

Toward the end of the second wave, I slipped on a blood puddle. My positioning was perfect, but I lost my footing. Luckily, I only got a cut on my left arm—the claw pierced a bit before I severed the wolf's limb with my other blade. I finished the last twenty with only one sword.

I move the corpses to the same place as before, forming a mountain of dead wolves. The sight of so many mutilated, headless, or exploded monsters makes me a little queasy. My ice core keeps me sane and prevents me from vomiting.

Sitting on the floor, I pull out a box of emergency potions and fabric scraps. I bandage the worst cuts—especially the last one, which is the deepest. Once covered, I heal them quickly. I don't know if someone's watching, so I'd rather be cautious.

"Can I survive the final wave with only 30% mana?" I whisper to myself. I've used more than I expected in the first two waves. I can't afford a mistake now—I'd have to flee to avoid dying.

As the first monster emerges, I feel the portal's pressure dropping, and its mana depleting with each creature that exits. This must be the last wave.

There are 15 minutes left until two hours pass. My grandmother is usually punctual—I just have to hold out until she arrives. I focus on consuming minimal mana, sharpening my blades with razor Imra instead. These swords have dulled quite a bit, and I need to make every bit of power count.

The final wave starts like the others—with me killing the first monsters near the portal. Once enough come out to surround me, I start retreating and moving across the terrain. My body and mind are in perfect sync—my strikes become faster, my movements more efficient and stable. My body understands the mission's importance.

The number of bipedal wolves steadily decreases. Every sword swing becomes a lethal blow, or at least a deep cut. I do my best to avoid injuries, but it's hard to dodge so many at once, and I end up with several shallow cuts. At least my head and torso are still protected by a thick layer of concentrated ice mana and Imra.

"Finally." The portal has stopped sending monsters and has shrunk to half its original size—good news.

Their numbers quickly dwindle. I'm getting excited knowing I might come out of this with only minor injuries. I've just pulled off something that would require six to ten Sapphire ranks. Having all these skills feels like using cheats.

Huh? What's that? Just as I stab one monster in the chest and block two others' claws with my other sword, something comes flying at me at full speed. I'm forced to drop both swords and activate my fortified construction with pseudo Law on my arms, crossing them over my chest.

The attack sends me flying backward. Three steel mana spears shatter my arm defenses after a moment. At the last second, I manage to deflect them slightly and step aside. My arms are badly wounded—they didn't pierce to the bone, but they're unusable until healed.

The last steel spear aimed at my torso ends up falling to the ground—my defense held just enough to stop it. I stand up quickly, arms destroyed and bleeding, hanging limply. I glare in the direction the spears came from.

"How did you block that?" A slender man with pale skin, black eyes, and silver hair steps out from the trees. He looks between 20 and 30 years old. He's glaring at me with pure hatred, as if I murdered his family.

"Not going to answer? No matter—I'll make you talk after I capture you."

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