I Can Extract Game Items

Chapter 91 - 91: Petty Rivalry

August couldn't shake the image of the dark fruit in the projection. 'Could it be the rumored Fruit of Sin?' he wondered. If it truly existed, its power was likely beyond anything they could imagine.

Aria glanced at him as they walked. "You're awfully quiet. Something on your mind?"

August shrugged while adjusting the straps on his gear. "Just thinking about that fruit from the projection."

Aria hesitated. "It might be the fruit of sin. But if it is, we'll have to be ready for whatever's guarding it. Something like that... it won't come easy."

Torin, overhearing, snorted. "If it's the Fruit of Sin, we'll have to deal with every other party in this dungeon trying to take it from us too. Maybe we should focus on the Swordking's legacy instead."

"Let them come," Drask said confidently. "We'll take them out just like we did the last group."

Viora gave a nervous laugh. "Let's just hope it doesn't come to that."

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The air was thick with mana as three players made their way down the corridors of the 47th floor in the Ancient Swordking's Dungeon.

Their strides were purposeful, their movements efficient, and their expressions exuded an air of unshakable confidence. Each of them carried an aura that made the weaker monsters lurking in the shadows cower before they could even strike.

Leading the group was Ragnar Bloodspire, a towering warrior with a crimson cape fluttering behind him. His imposing frame was clad in enchanted steel armor that gleamed even in the low light, and his enormous sword, Bloodfang, rested on his back.

Above his head floated his level: 47.

Walking beside him was Selene Darkflame, a slender mage dressed in a black robe trimmed with shimmering violet runes.

Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back, and her piercing amethyst eyes glowed faintly, matching the magic staff she held in her right hand. Her level was 41, and despite Ragnar being the technical leader of their party, she often seemed to be the one in control.

The last of the trio was Darius Voidstrider, a Level 39 assassin who kept mostly to the shadows. His dark leather armor blended seamlessly with the dungeon's murky surroundings, and his twin daggers seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it.

A sly grin often played on his face, betraying a dangerous mixture of cunning and confidence.

Two other guild members followed behind them: Kael Ironclaw (Level 37, Berserker) and Luna Nightsong (Level 36, Ranger), but they were clearly here to support rather than lead.

"Keep up," Ragnar barked with his deep voice reverberating off the dungeon walls as he turned to look at Kael and Luna lagging behind. "We're not here to babysit."

"We're not slowing you down, boss," Kael shot back while tightening his grip on his axe. "Just don't want to rush into one of those traps you keep triggering."

Ragnar growled but said nothing, which earned a quiet smirk from Selene. She turned her glowing eyes on Kael. "If you spent half as much time watching the path as you do running your mouth, we'd already be on the 50th floor."

Kael grumbled something under his breath but quickened his pace, while Luna silently scanned the walls with her bow drawn. Her keen eyes

The beast let out one final roar before collapsing with a massive thud.

[ System Notification: Thunderhorn Behemoth (Level 42) has been defeated. ]

[ System Notification: Loot dropped: Thunderhorn Plate ×2, Lightning Core ×1, Gold ×200. ]

Selene inspected the items with a sharp gaze. "The plate will go to Ragnar for crafting, and I'll take the Lightning Core for spell enhancement."

"Agreed," Ragnar said before sheathing his sword. "But we need to move. We've already wasted enough time."

Darius smirked while twirling one of his daggers. "Don't worry, boss. At this rate, we'll be at the final floor before anyone else."

Selene shot him a look. "Don't get cocky. We don't know what's waiting for us down there."

As the group resumed their descent, the tension in the air grew heavier, but their determination remained unshaken. For the Devil's Chamber Guild, this was more than just a quest—it was their chance to make a name for themselves in the world of Enders Light.

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In the dim corridors of the 67th floor, another party from Phoenix Celestial Guild was moving at breakneck speed. The group consisted of five players, each an experienced adventurer with a clear goal in mind: get to the last floor of the dungeon first.

At the front was Serena Blackthorn, their leader and a Level 37 Sorceress. She was tall, elegant, and radiated authority, with fiery red hair tied into a tight braid and piercing green eyes that seemed to burn with ambition. Her staff, glowing with runic etchings, pulsed faintly as she led her group forward.

Behind her was Thane Ironsoul, a Level 36 Guardian who carried an enormous tower shield and a hammer that looked like it could level mountains. His hulking frame made him an excellent tank, but his constant grumbling showed that he wasn't thrilled about Serena's breakneck pace.

"Can we slow down for half a second?" Thane asked while swatting away a small swarm of flying beasts with a single swing of his hammer. "Not all of us are trying to kill ourselves to beat Aria, you know."

Serena shot him a glare over her shoulder. "If you can't keep up, maybe you shouldn't have joined this party, Thane. I need people who are committed."

"Committed to what? A petty rivalry?" he muttered but kept walking.