Dimensional Trader: From F Rank To Top Trader

"Tell me again why we’re walking into the pit of hell with half our supplies gone?"

Kaito’s voice echoed down the narrow obsidian corridor, eyes darting warily between flickering runes etched into the walls. Magic sparked faintly beneath each rune like static, the dungeon pulsing with a life of its own.

Frank wiped dust off his sleeve. "Because Juliet refuses to leave unfinished dungeons, and because I’m too broke to argue."

"Also because I want to hit something," Juliet added, leading the pack. Her ember-forged spear balanced easily across her shoulders, crackling faintly with restrained heat. "And it just so happens that there’s a ten-foot bull-thing with my name on it."

Zara loaded a bolt into her crossbow with a metallic click. "Do you ever not want to hit something?"

Juliet glanced back, smirking. "Not lately."

The air grew hotter the deeper they went. The narrow passage widened into a fractured hallway where old Hunter banners hung in tatters. Burn marks scarred the floor, and a twisted helmet rested in the corner, dented, bloodstained, and long abandoned.

Frank’s system pinged softly—"Environmental Mana Spike Detected."

He muttered under his breath, "Yeah. Something’s definitely still alive in here."

Kaito pushed his glasses up. "This dungeon’s been classified E-Rank for the last two years. What kind of Minotaur gets left to stew for that long?"

"A mutated one," Juliet said. "Or worse, an empowered one."