In a world where dungeon runners rise to fame by mastering their classes and conquering impossible threats, Alexander was never meant to be part of it. No class. No path. Just a quiet life.

When a mysterious portal drags him into a hidden realm known as his Inner Path, Alexander unlocks a class no one has seen before: Beholder. There’s no fanfare. No guidance. Only eyes that see too much, and power that threatens to unravel his mind with every use.

Now, trapped in an abyssal dungeon that reshapes itself around eldritch laws, Alexander must survive alone. 

But with each victory, his vision sharpens. His spells twist reality. And the deeper he goes, the more the world outside should start to worry.

Because when he returns-
They won’t be able to look away.

Alexander was walking through the various corridors that felt like a maze inside the stadium. 


He opened his spell list, a new addition showing at the end.


Where one body falters, another is made to endure.


The tether is drawn, and the rite begins—not of mercy, but of conversion. Life is siphoned, quiet and exact, bound by a design etched beneath reality.


He read the description quickly, another spell described cryptically. 


A nice forward explanation would've been appreciated, for once, yet this wasn't the moment it would happen.


He juggled meanings in his mind, passing several dungeon runners he didn't pay attention to.


[ Chained Ritual ] most likely meant a sort of bonding spell, the use of the word 'chain', 'tether', 'bond' and 'rite' all pointed toward it. 


Chapter 72 - [ Day 1 ]