The Retired Hero is an Extra

Chapter 70 - 70: Dungeon Reentry

Beneath the ethereal glow of a mana portal, its hues of blue-green-purple swirling like a cosmic dance, a young man stood resolute yet vulnerable.

Winter's chill pierced through his simple nano-armor and flexible black clothes, sending shivers down his spine.

His clothing remained a blend of practicality and agility, providing no protection against the biting winter winds.

"Fuuu... it's so cold," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible to even him over the howling wind.

With a steady hand despite frequent shivers, he retrieved a seemingly worthless piece of scrap, some remnants of a few golden carvings remained on it.

Yet its long-lost resplendence didn't impede him from recognizing its true worth.

"This is it," he muttered a little dramatically as the memories of obtaining it replayed in his head.

It was not only an important piece but also a token of hard-earned triumph over his younger sister.

Memories of rigorous training and beatdowns amidst his relentless determination flooded his mind, contrasting sharply with the desolate landscape before him.

As memories flooded in, he instinctively clasped the sword hilt, or what little remained of it, close to his chest.

After a few seconds passed, he subconsciously raised his head and fixed his gaze on the peculiar portal.

His mixed emotions burst in his heart as he unconsciously blurted out, "This is what I am here for!"

Just as he was about to enter the portal, he looked around to make sure he remained alone in the mysterious area isolated from people.

Even though the dungeon hoisted a unique gate as its entrance, all the interested hunters had long given up on it.

Many came in

If earlier the spots of red were sparse, now the earth and soil themselves seemed to have been dyed red.

The visible insides of creatures with fungus and mold growing on them were more than enough to make the man nauseous.

Yet he gritted his teeth and repeated in his mind, 'Hold it in... Hold it in... Hold it in... Hold it in...'

Sadly, it didn't last.

As he approached his destination, following the path he remembered, he saw a harrowing sight.

His body froze as he couldn't help but curse his stupidity, 'Shit! Shit! Shit! Why did I even come here?'

Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret and he would have to face whatever he saw.

As seconds ticked by, a chilling dampness settled in his bones, amplifying the oppressive silence and unease.