All Chapters of The Demon Lord Wanted An Ordinary Life : Chapter 131
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Influence Of A Leader
After Dante killed the gryphon, Marcus stored the massive corpse inside his spatial ring.The wealth that could be gained from such a beast was unimaginable.“You were right,” Dante said as the system prompt appeared before him, giving him the option to either proceed to the next floor or leave the dungeon.“I hope I will see you again,” Trek said quietly, already sensing a subtle change in the world around them.“I hope so, too,” Dante replied.He did not have the luxury of staying to chat or observe the changes taking place.As a raider, he had limited time inside the dungeon. If he delayed too long, the dungeon would automatically expel him.Dante stepped into the portal to the next floor with Marcus.“I think killing the floor master grants the right to proceed to the next floor,” Dante said as they moved forward.“I suspected that as well,” Marcus replied.“Do you still have space in your spatial ring?” Dante asked.“Yes,” Marcus nodded eagerly. “Plenty of it.”The storage capaci
Finally Arriving
As Dante cleared one floor after another and stepped into the next, he could no longer contain his excitement.He and Marcus had finally arrived on the same floor as the first team.Relief washed over him the moment he saw them.Vida and the others were surrounded by hundreds of beasts, their formation barely holding.Marcus did not wait for instructions.The moment he understood the situation, he activated his aggro skill and drew the attention of every beast toward their position.Vida and the others had not yet realized Dante had arrived.They were too far away, and the mass of monsters blocked their view.Just when they believed they were about to be overwhelmed, something strange happened.The beasts suddenly began to retreat.They turned around and rushed in the opposite direction.Arnold frowned in confusion.“What could have caused this?” he muttered.The beasts were still blocking their line of sight, preventing them from seeing what they were running toward.“I think they ar
The Man In White
The group stepped outside, and their family members and friends rushed toward them without hesitation.Tears flowed freely.Some of the geniuses who had entered the dungeon with confidence and pride now broke down openly. The experience had shaken them to their core. Inside that dungeon, talent alone had meant nothing. Power, awareness, teamwork, and even luck had all played a role in survival.For the first time, many of them understood how cruel the real world could be.Freya’s eyes drifted toward the rabbit girl who had once been willing to offer her body to Jamal in exchange for protection.The memory made Freya lower her gaze.Shame crept up her cheeks.She had judged her harshly before, but now, after everything they had experienced, she realized desperation could drive anyone to extremes. Still, she had no words to say. Instead, she simply looked away.Aria, Sylvia, and Lumina walked toward Vida and Celeste, their expressions filled with relief.Freya remained beside her mother
Clash Inside The Dome
Dante attacked first.Without hesitation, he lunged forward, sword raised high, his figure tearing through the air like a meteor.The man in white moved calmly.He sidestepped.The blade cut through empty space.Dante did not slow down. He pivoted mid-motion and unleashed another slash, then another, each one sharper and faster than the last. The ground cracked beneath his feet as he advanced relentlessly.Yet the man avoided every strike with minimal movement.Each step was precise.Each shift was effortless.Not a single thread of his white clothing was touched.Dante grinned.“I guess I have to raise my level.”He stomped the ground.The floor erupted instantly.Molten rock burst upward like a volcanic explosion. Flames spiraled violently into the air as the temperature skyrocketed in an instant.For the first time, surprise flickered across the man’s face.The gravity shifted.The air grew heavier.The pressure increased rapidly, strong enough to crush an ordinary person into pulp
If He Fails, He Dies
After the collision, the man in white took three calm steps backward.Dante, however, was sent skidding across the shattered ground.Stone scraped beneath him as he slid several feet before finally coming to a halt. Dust rose into the air around his battered figure.Despite pouring everything into that final strike, Dante had not even managed to slice the hem of the man’s robe.Not a single thread.He pushed himself to his feet, breathing heavily. His body ached, void energy flickering faintly around him.His eyes immediately scanned the devastated battlefield.Marcus was nowhere in sight.A flicker of panic rose in his chest.Before he could react, the man in white spoke.“Do not worry about your friend. He has been safely sent outside.”Dante exhaled deeply.“Thank you.”Relief washed over him.The hour had ended.The man in white looked almost regretful.It had been a long time since he had encountered someone like this young human. Someone with so much untapped potential.“Too bad
Last Floor
When Dante stepped onto the final floor of the dungeon, darkness greeted him.Not like previous levels.Not the sky that shows clouds and brightness like real realms..This was pure darkness.Heavy.Oppressive.It pressed against his senses like an unseen ocean.An ominous feeling crept into his chest.Before his eyes fully adjusted, he realized something else.The space was small.Unlike the other floors that stretched endlessly beneath false heavens, this one felt confined.When he looked up, there was no sky.Only endless blackness.As his vision slowly adapted, the outlines of his surroundings emerged.Walls.High stone walls encircled him completely.It resembled a castle courtyard stripped of its roof.Or perhaps it was a castle whose roof was the void itself.The air was thick and ancient.As Dante tried to familiarize himself with the environment, a low growl echoed through the darkness.Deep.Resonant.Primal.He turned sharply.Something massive shifted within the shadows.T
Fray
The two continued clashing, each collision sending violent tremors through the battlefield.Every strike was earth-shattering. Shockwaves tore across the ground, cracking stone and splitting the air apart.Dante was grateful that Marcus had been sent away by the man in white. If Marcus were still here, Dante would have been forced to divide his focus between fighting and protecting him.And fighting while protecting someone was far more difficult.The Dragon descended from the sky like a falling comet.Dante sidestepped just as the dragon crashed into the spot he had occupied seconds earlier. The ground exploded beneath the impact, fragments of stone shooting in every direction.The Dragon did not pause.His body twisted with unnatural agility, and his claw lashed out toward Dante’s torso.Dante crossed his arms over his chest in defense.The impact still sent him flying.He shot backward and smashed into a distant wall, the structure cracking from the force of the collision.Dust fil
Doomsday
Dante pushed himself further.Lightning surged across his arms. Wind twisted around his legs. Flames burst and vanished in violent flashes. He rotated through every element at his disposal, using them not to overpower Fray but to hinder him, to slow him down, to disrupt his rhythm.But Fray seemed invulnerable to almost everything.Blades barely scratched him.Flames rolled off his scales.Lightning dispersed.Only the void worked.And even then, it had to be dense. Compressed. Refined to a terrifying degree.Unlike Dante, who relied on void energy as an external defense layered around his body, Fray’s hide was his natural armor. It was not something he activated. It simply existed. Thick scales forged by dragon blood and ancient lineage.The two continued trading blows.Fist met claw.Elbow struck scale.Void collided with raw draconic power.Blood began flowing from their noses and mouths. Their breathing grew heavier. Their muscles screamed.Yet neither stepped back.They stood fir
Dragon's Breath Vs Doomsday
The instant Doomsday met Dragon’s Breath, the dungeon floor screamed.Fray’s Dragon’s Breath erupted forward like a newborn star, blazing white at its core and crimson at its edges. The heat was so intense that the air itself ignited, turning into a storm of molten particles. Space distorted violently around the sphere as it rushed toward Dante.Stones melted like liquid from the intense heatDante brought his palm down.“Doomsday.”The spiraling mass of layered energies shot out to meet the incoming sun.The collision was not silent.It was catastrophic.The moment they touched, the world detonated.A pillar of blinding light shot upward, tearing through the sky of the dungeon. The ground beneath them disintegrated instantly, vaporized into nothing before the self repairing enchantments could react.Then the enchantments activated.The shattered floor began stitching itself back together at a furious pace. Cracks sealed. Stone reformed. Mana circuits glowed beneath the surface as the
Body Reconstruction
As space slowly began to tear apart, Dante opened his eyes.Darkness greeted him first.Then he saw Fray.The dragon was now in his human form, his body emitting a faint ethereal glow, as though he were some fallen divine being preparing to ascend. The light around him flickered gently, unstable.Dante floated toward him. The hostility that once filled the space had vanished. There was no longer any killing intent coming from Fray.Only fading life.He noticed it immediately.Fray was dissolving."Fray," Dante called as he approached."Dante boy," Fray replied weakly, struggling to open his eyes.Dante did not mind being called boy. He could feel it instinctively. Fray was far older than him, even if Dante counted his years as the former Demon Lord."I am glad I met my end at your hands," Fray said with a faint smile. "That last attack was marvelous.""Fighting you has taught me much," Dante replied honestly.Fray slowly turned his head toward the violently tearing space behind them.