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"…”

Ian frowned and stared at the figure that had appeared before him.

The person wore a black robe, and a single horn protruded from his forehead.

'Shit.'

Ian cursed inwardly.

It seemed that trying to leave quietly was the wrong decision.

That person was the one who had created the dungeon he had passed through with Daniel before arriving at the capital.

The one depicted in the mural.

Just by looking at the magic that made up the dungeon, it was clear how powerful he was.

The swirling magic in front of him also revealed his immense strength.

"Behemoth… was it?"

It was the name he had heard from the first monster he encountered.

As Ian uttered the name, the figure's eyes lit up.

"You know my name."

"I can't help but know it."

"Could it be that you…?"

Behemoth's eyes flashed red. He sto...