Mike wasn't surprised by the crowd. After all, the Crownless Kingdom was a Rank 3 dungeon with a fixed scenario—unlike the Winter Island, where one could freely enter and leave. Here, once you stepped inside, you had to clear the scenario to get out.
It was only natural that the place was packed.
Most of the people gathered were Rank 3 adventurers, with a few Rank 2s mixed in. Mike could sense their strength easily. Compared to them, he stood out—after all, he was still just an Rank 1.
That alone drew attention.
He felt several gazes settle on him, some curious, some amused, and some plainly dismissive.
A woman in priestly robes approached him, her expression gentle but concerned.
"Little brother, this is a Rank 3 dungeon. Are you sure you didn't come here by mistake?"
Mike shook his head calmly. "No. I'm here for the dungeon itself."
A few nearby adventurers overheard and burst into laughter.
