A team of six stood in silence before the massive gate of the final boss.
One step.
That was all that remained between them and their dream.
The year is 5348.
Virtual reality is no longer a fantasy—it's the foundation of modern entertainment.
And at its peak stands The Myth of Dungeons, a revolutionary open-world RPG created by the legendary Mythic Corporation.
In this game, teams battle their way through an ever-changing dungeon, each floor more brutal than the last.
One hundred floors of death, glory, and ambition.
And now, for the first time ever, a team has reached the hundredth floor.
Their composition was solid—meticulously built over years of grinding and strategy:
A stalwart tank.
A relentless berserker.
Two mages, masters of elemental destruction.
Two healers, the lifelines of the group.
They rested, letting their health and mana recover for what would be their final battle.
Then, without a word, the team's leader—a swordsman with eyes sharp as steel—stepped forward.
With a deep breath, he placed his hand on the massive gate and pushed it open.
A radiant glow enveloped each of the six team members, shimmering like divine fire.
Their bodies surged with power.
Their hearts pounded with anticipation.
This was it—the moment they'd chased for years.
And while the Dragon Slayers basked in the warmth of their hard-earned buff, the rest of the world exploded into chaos.
[World Chat]
[BloodSpear]: NO WAY! THEY ACTUALLY MADE IT?!
[ShadowKiss]: That stat buff is ridiculous. +50%? Mythic is handing them the win.
[ArcMage77]: Mythic Corp just broke their own game 💀
[SpearGod]: 50% boost... lol, final boss is already dead and doesn't know it yet.
[LilyBlossom]: Yesss! I've been following them since floor 73! GO DRAGON SLAYERS!! .
[IronMallet]: Anyone wanna bet they still wipe? Final boss ain't a pushover.
[DarkSilence]: This just killed the competition. Might as well uninstall lmao
[Yuki-Onna]: I'm from Japan server—cheering for you, Dragon Slayers! .
[Warlord79]: Imagine being the second team right now .
[FrostbiteX]: Welp, leaderboard just got carved in stone.
[BlitzBear]: That buff is insane. Makes me wonder what the actual final boss is like 👀
[HealerJunkie]: Respect to the healers in that squad. Carrying so hard right now.
[TombSnake]: Bro I just logged in and saw this HISTORY BEING MADE
[CrimsonEdge]: I hate them and love them at the same time.
[NoManaLeft]: GG everyone. It's their world now.
[SilentMuse]: Dragon Slayers… remember the name.
>**<
The swordsman smirked and glanced at the berserker beside him.
"Hey, Aelian," he said with a teasing edge, "if we beat the boss today—you're free to go. If not…"
Before he could finish, Aelian cut him off, his voice cold and steady.
"I know the consequences. No need to remind me."
The light surrounding the party slowly faded, the lingering buff settling into their bodies. In front of them loomed a gaping cave entrance, shrouded in shadows and silence.
The two mages exchanged a glance, then one muttered with a sigh,
"Looks like the fight's in a cave. That means no major AOE spells… tight space, low mobility."
The other nodded grimly. "Yeah. We're going in half-blind."
The swordsman sneered at their hesitation but said nothing. Instead, he took the first step forward, sword resting against his shoulder.
One by one, the rest followed him into the darkness.
Inside, the cave was oppressively still.
Not even the faint hum of wind or dripping water broke the silence.
It was the kind of silence that pressed against your chest and made you question whether you were alone—or being watched.
Aelion took a deep breath, forcing himself to steady his racing heart.
The cave's oppressive silence gnawed at his nerves, but as the breath left his lungs, calm returned to him—sharp, cold, and focused.
The team pressed deeper into the cave, the flicker of their magic lights casting long shadows on the jagged walls. And then, they reached it:
The heart of the cave.
There, elevated on a natural stone dais, a massive throne loomed—ancient, cracked, yet impossibly majestic.
And upon that throne… it waited.
A being draped in golden majesty, its body covered in lustrous, radiant scales that shimmered like molten treasure. Its eyes—black as the abyss itself—watched them with unreadable stillness.
Aelion's breath hitched.
With trembling fingers, he activated his Identify skill.
Aelion sucked in a sharp breath, the chill running down his spine unmistakable.
Behind him, he could hear it—his teammates' courage breaking.
Their hands trembled.
Spells faltered.
Even the usually brash swordsman took an unconscious step back.
He couldn't blame them.
Normal dragons were already feared—each one as strong as a floor boss of equal level.
But this... this was something else entirely.
A World Boss.
The Dragon Overlord.
Kamish was not just strong—he was finality made flesh.
Aelion took a deep breath and tightened his grip around the hilt of his sword. The cold steel grounded him, cutting through the storm of nerves and dread that threatened to rise again.
Atop the throne, Kamish slowly opened his eyes.
A glimmer of amusement flashed in those abyssal orbs.
Then—he laughed.
A low, rumbling sound that quickly grew into a thunderous echo, shaking the entire cave. Stones cracked. Dust rained down. The ground trembled beneath their feet as the ancient, mocking laughter rolled through the hollowed chamber like a storm.
The team flinched, instinctively raising their guards.
Then, just as suddenly, the overwhelming pressure—his presence, his aura—began to shrink.
It coiled in on itself like a beast sheathing its claws, retreating from its godlike scale until it settled at a level roughly equal to Aelion's own.
The air shifted.
Kamish leaned forward, golden scales catching the flickering light, and with a wave of his clawed hand, a new system message boomed across the world.