Chapter 612: Island Again (2)
"We've been through countless hells. But you're telling me there are even more outlandish ones? Ha! What a joke!"
Garad did not believe Ruel's words in the slightest.
The wars they had fought were not petty games between nobles fighting for territory, were they?
No. The battlefields where heroes stood were on a much grander scale than those of national wars. They were battles for the survival of humanity.
In those battles, the evil gods created every imaginable hellish scenario to eliminate the heroes, who were the only variables that could disrupt their plans.
But you're saying there are dungeons even worse than that?
"Such nonsense can only come from a child's delusion. Even that child wouldn’t be able to explain it properly!"
"Yet, it exists. Garad. It exists. A hellish realm beyond our comprehension."
Ruel had seen it.
He had seen a hell so far beyond what he had imagined as the worst. A place where, with a single misstep, death was the only outcome. A place that made him doubt whether even if he knew everything about it, he could ever survive.
"I thought about it when I escaped that place. If I had entered back in my prime, could I have cleared it? I replayed it in my mind over and over, but the outcome was always disastrous."
Personal abilities had nothing to do with it. Once the creator of the dungeon set their mind on killing their opponents, the chances of surviving within were close to zero.