Chapter 210

Inside the restaurant.

"Bang!"

Instructor Inoue Yuu slammed his fist hard on the table.

His face was ashen.

But as an instructor, he forced down his rage and spoke in a low voice:

"Raise your heads!"

"Look at yourselves now—what do you resemble?"

"It's just a dungeon record!"

Inoue Yuu scanned the group, teeth clenched:

"You're all top-tier professionals. You know it yourselves."

"Whether it's the Burial Dragon Snowfield or the Rampant Killing Temple, these records are impossible for a normal person to achieve."

Hearing the instructor's words,

Yoshikazu Kenichi buried his face in his hands, utterly bewildered.

"But… Instructor Inoue, this is already the second consecutive dungeon. If it were a glitch, how could Longguo have found two in a row?"

One of the Oni Corps members couldn't help speaking up:

"Could it be… that Longguo's luck is truly that outrageous?"

"Impossible."

Another member immediately shook his head in rebuttal:

"World dungeons have been appearing for years. Every major nation has been frantically studying them."

"The chance of finding a glitch is minuscule. In all these years, I only remember one such case, right?"

"Now, two different dungeons, two glitches found in consecutive days? The probability… I'd say it's lower than getting crushed by a meteor while walking outside!"

The group buzzed with murmurs; the atmosphere grew heavier.

At this moment,

Amakusa Ichiro sat in the corner, his breathing quickening.

As the self-proclaimed smartest genius among them,

his greatest pride was his insight and analytical ability.

But now,

the special dungeon solutions he had spent day and night researching were instantly crushed by Longguo's impossible records.

He could not accept it.

"Amakusa."

Yoshikazu Kenichi noticed Amakusa's distress and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't blame yourself. This isn't your fault."

Amakusa Ichiro took a deep breath.

He closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down.

After a full half-minute,

he opened his eyes again—his gaze now restored to absolute clarity.

Amakusa adjusted his glasses and began his analysis:

"In my view, Longguo achieving this level can only be explained by three possibilities."

"First, as just mentioned, Longguo's fortune is outrageous—they've genuinely found two previously undiscovered glitches."

"Second, this generation of Longguo has produced a brand-new special profession."

"We don't yet know if this profession has combat power."

"But it may inherently possess the ability to see through dungeon hidden mechanics and perceive boss weaknesses, enabling their team to achieve this unimaginable speed-clear."

"As for the third possibility…"

"Longguo has produced an extremely powerful new profession—one so strong it can ignore mechanics entirely and simply brute-force kill bosses."

As Amakusa finished speaking,

the restaurant fell into a brief silence.

Everyone exchanged glances.

It had to be said—Amakusa's analysis was spot-on.

"Which possibility do you think is most likely?"

Amakusa asked the group.

Yoshikazu Kenichi rubbed his chin, paused thoughtfully, then spoke:

"I absolutely don't believe the luck theory."

"As for the third…"

Yoshikazu Kenichi fell silent for several seconds, then shook his head:

"To ignore mechanics and brute-force kill a boss—that would require strength beyond any existing profession by at least three or four tiers?"

"I… can't believe it."

Yoshikazu Kenichi grew more certain as he spoke:

"So I believe the most probable scenario is that Longguo has produced a brand-new, special support profession capable of seeing through dungeon mechanics."

"Everyone knows that every few years, strange new professions pop up—some utterly useless, others unexpectedly effective in specific areas."

"Like the 'Trap Disarm Master' from Great Han three years ago, or our own 'All-Things Listening' from five years ago."

Hearing Yoshikazu Kenichi's analysis,

the group's eyes lit up.

Indeed, his reasoning was logical and well-founded.

They hadn't lost to team coordination or raw combat power.

They had lost to the uniqueness of the profession.

Instructor Inoue Yuu stood up.

He gave Amakusa and Yoshikazu Kenichi a satisfied look.

"Amakusa's analysis is thorough. Kenichi's reasoning is very sound."

"The most likely scenario is that Longguo has produced a brand-new support profession inherently skilled at dungeon clearing."

"But so what?"

Inoue Yuu swept his gaze over the group:

"You are the strongest generation our Great Ei Empire has ever produced. Killing monsters? Setting records? That's just the appetizer."

"If you can't beat Longguo's special profession in records, then crush them outright on the World Arena!"

"This isn't just a battle over strategic weapons or exclusive gear—it's a true contest of national honor!"

The group's emotions surged instantly.

Yoshikazu Kenichi clenched his fists, then suddenly remembered something:

"Instructor Inoue…"

"How is Lord Watanabe doing?"

At the mention of that name,

the previously heated atmosphere froze instantly.

Everyone fell silent.

Remember that when Watanabe Jun'ichi arrived, the records still belonged to Ei.

Watanabe must have been preparing to claim credit from the Adams family.

The very next day, two records were snatched back by Longguo.

Now, Watanabe's situation—

everyone understood it perfectly.

He was likely already dead.

Inoue Yuu's face darkened with sorrow. Slowly, he drew his katana.

The blade reflected his cold eyes.

"Gentlemen."

"Lord Watanabe's fate… is almost certainly sealed."

"But he died for the honor of our Oni Corps!"

"As samurai of the Great Ei Empire, we cannot let Lord Watanabe's blood be shed in vain!"

Inoue Yuu raised his katana high into the air:

"Remember—turn your grief into strength!"

"On the World Arena, drown Longguo's Dragon Order class in blood to honor Lord Watanabe's spirit!"

"Kill them all! Leave not one alive!"

"Now, eat every bite of food on your plates!"

"Then, get the hell out to the leveling zones—bleed, sweat, until you drop!"

"Hai!!!"

All members of the Ghost God Clan rose to their feet in unison, letting out a deafening roar.