Mike stepped out of the dungeon gate, the light of the outside world washing over him. As he crossed the threshold, the oppressive pressure that had clung to his body vanished.
"Ah… that feels better," he muttered, stretching slightly.
The moment he emerged, the entire area fell into silence.
Dozens—no, hundreds—of eyes turned toward him.
Guards, adventurers, support staff… everyone froze.
He had walked out alone.
No party.
No injuries.
Not even a hint of exhaustion.
It was as if he had gone for a casual stroll rather than clearing one of the most dangerous Rank 3 dungeons in the region—the Crownless Kingdom, a place that usually required a full party of elite adventurers just to survive.
"…He came out alone," someone whispered.
"No way… he went in by himself, didn't he?"
"Did he… actually clear it?"
A ripple of disbelief spread through the crowd.
Then someone voiced what everyone else was thinking.
"Is he a… Blessed One?"
The words carried weight.
