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Kael stood at the center, directing everything.

"Focus targets."

"Maintain formation."

"Don’t chase alone."

His voice remained steady, and the group’s nervous tension slowly turned into focus.

When everything was ready, Kael raised his hand.

"Move."

The operation began.

The shield bearer charged first, activating a basic defensive skill.

A faint glow covered his body as Iron Guard hardened his defense.

Goblin scouts noticed the movent and screeched.

And the battle erupted.

Fire bolts from goblin casters shot through the air.

As a ranged explorer responded imdiately.

"Wind Arrow!"

A compressed arrow of wind pierced through a goblin’s chest, dropping it instantly.

lee fighters rushed forward, blades flashing.

Steel clashed against crude weapons.

A swordsman activated Power Slash, his blade glowing faintly as he cleaved through a goblin warrior’s guard.

Blood sprayed.

The support mage raised her staff.

"Minor Reinforcent."

And a soft light enveloped the frontliners, boosting their strength and stamina.

The team moved smoothly.

Much smoother than before.

Their coordination showed clear improvent from their last dungeon run.

They covered each other.

They communicated.

They adapted.

Kael observed everything while fighting.

A goblin lunged at him wildly.

But he sidestepped and struck with controlled force, knocking the creature down before finishing it with a precise stab.

"Left flank," he called.

Two explorers responded instantly, intercepting approaching goblins.

Another caster appeared behind a tent, gathering unstable mana.

Kael reacted first.

"Interrupt that."

A dagger flew from one of the scouts, breaking the goblin’s casting.

The fight wasn’t easy.

The goblins resisted fiercely.

So moved faster than expected. Others used crude coordination, surrounding isolated targets when possible.

But the explorers held formation.

They learned and they adapted.

And slowly, the camp began to fall.

Minutes later, the last goblin collapsed.

Silence returned.

Heavy breathing filled the air.

Then soone laughed.

"We did it."

Relief spread through the group.

They had cleared the camp without casualties.

Not perfectly. Not effortlessly.

But successfully.

Kael exhaled and lowered his weapon. "Good work."

There was genuine approval in his voice.

As they began collecting the spoils.

Goblin cores.

Weapons.

Materials.

Even simple equipnt.

Unlike the previous camp discovered by the other group, this one still held most of its resources.

And they divided the loot fairly, sharing rewards with smiles and light jokes.

"Mutation might not be so bad after all."

"Don’t say that too loud," soone replied, laughing.

Optimism filled the air.

Despite the danger, this mission now looked far more profitable than expected.

Kael, however, remained thoughtful.

He looked at the camp quietly.

A dungeon that rebuilt itself this fast...

That wasn’t normal.

It could an greater rewards.

But it could also an greater danger waiting ahead.

He tightened his grip on his weapon.

"We stay cautious," he said. "This might not be the only camp."

The others nodded.

Blessing or curse.

They would soon find out.

For now, they moved forward together, stronger than before, ready to face whatever the dungeon had prepared next.

anwhile, Arthur moved through the dungeon for several minutes after leaving the area.

The path ahead was quiet.

Too quiet.

He didn’t co across another goblin camp. Only small groups appeared along the way, scattered stragglers moving in twos, threes, sotis fours. They wandered without direction, almost like fragnts trying to rebuild sothing that had already been destroyed.

It confird one thing.

The dungeon was still respawning monsters.

Arthur cut them down without much effort. His movents were quick and efficient, his blade clean, his breathing steady. The fights didn’t slow him down, and he barely paid attention to them.

What interested him more were the remains.

He crouched beside fallen monsters he found along the way and removed their cores with practiced precision. So also that had been killed by previous explorers, their bodies and loots left behind in a hurry.

Arthur didn’t mind.

Free profit was still profit.

He stored the cores inside his storage device with a satisfied look. "Wasteful," he muttered under his breath. "If you kill it, at least take the core."

The device shimred faintly as another core disappeared inside. Every ti he used it, he felt a small sense of relief.

Without it, hauling this much would have been impossible.

He continued walking.

More stragglers appeared.

More quick kills.

More cores.

But as ti passed, a faint irritation began to grow inside him.

He clicked his tongue after finishing another small group. "That can’t be it."

One goblin camp.

Just one.

He refused to believe that.

If a dungeon mutation could rebuild a full camp once, then there had to be others. The thought of other explorers finding them first left a sour feeling in his chest.

Arthur stopped walking for a mont, staring down an empty passage.

"If they get to it first..." he muttered, shaking his head.

That wouldn’t do.

He needed resources.

Not just for profit, but for survival.

He still had debts to settle. He still needed better equipnt, better weapons, better tools to grow stronger. Strength ant security, and security ant control over his own life.

That familiar mindset surfaced again.

The calm, calculating instinct he once lived by.

His old mafia boss habits.

He smirked slightly as the thought settled in.

"Then I just have to move smarter."

Frustration slowly turned into focus. And focus began turning into an idea.

He resud walking, but his attention shifted inward.

Recently, during his experints with intent, sothing had changed. His awareness of mana had sharpened. At first he thought it was nothing, just a vague feeling in the background.

But now he began to rember certain details.

The goblin camp he cleared earlier.

The flow of mana there had felt different.

Denser and disturbed.

And after he killed everything, the flow had slowly thinned, like water draining from a basin.

At the ti, he ignored it.

Now he stopped walking completely.

"...Wait."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

If mana behaved differently around living creatures...

Then that ant sothing.

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