Maybe because most of the killed hadn't respawned, but just like the first floor, the second floor was also eerily empty. Moreover from his observation there was barely any difference between the first floor and second floor.
So without wasting any time, Zarek ordered Miseries to go all out and kill everything in their path. Led by Misery Prime wielding the BloodSeeker sword, Zarek and his group moved like an unstoppable tide, mowing down anything and everything.
To speed up the process Zarek even transferred his mana stat to increase the Miseries' strength. In just ten minutes another large door appeared at the end, glowing with ominous light, as if warning all those who looked at it that going any further would lead to death. The hundreds of goblins gathered around it looked no less fearsome.
If it was before, Zarek would have faltered and might not even walk forward, but things have changed now.
He had leveled up three times on the first floor, and only once on the second. Zarek wasn't disappointed in the slightest. This allowed his mana stats to finally reach 23, inching closer to the second sequence.
Moreover, not just that, Misery had collected a sizeable amount of infinite origin, an important resource with whose help his strength could take a qualitative leap at any moment.
As a result, this horde of roughly hundred goblins posed no challenge at all.
Misery Prime let out a crackling laugh. With each kill, Misery Prime's bloodthirst seemed to grow. He looked even more eager to kill goblins than anyone else. Dragging the bloodstained BloodSeeker, he launched himself toward the horde alone.
With the help of infinite summon link, Miseries' strength easily reached over 27 points. The Miseries were no longer simple goblins but the very embodiment of death.
In no time, there was absolute carnage. Broken limbs and severed necks were sent flying in every direction. This was the fate of the lucky few, while others were directly crushed with the force of a punch.
The fight ended as soon as it began.
Zarek looked at the scene of absolute carnage with an indifferent look in his eyes. Maybe because he found himself in this hostile environment, or because he was in a different world.
But his emotions seemed to have been numbed almost completely.
Watching this scene, he felt absolutely nothing.
This reaction slightly surprised him, but upon further thought Zarek attributed this strange change to his body's adaptability to survive in any situation.
After all, humans had been able to survive numerous disasters only because of their adaptability.
With a shake of his head, he put the matter at the back of his mind.
For now it was time to focus on important things.
Zarek, following Misery Prime, made his way toward the third floor.
Just like the previous floor, the third floor looked like an exact copy of the previous two floors.
As such Zarek and his team easily cleared it in few minutes and made their way toward the fourth floor.
As soon as Zarek stepped on the fourth floor his eyes narrowed.
The cave was still the same but he could tell something had changed.
Not just him, but even Misery also became slightly alert, a surprising behavior considering the fact they had absolutely leveled the previous two floors.
Soon Zarek got his answers. As he moved forward, the number of crystals embedded on the roof increased substantially, a clear sign of increased mana concentration.
This discovery alerted Zarek to his core. He was very clear of the fact that the higher the concentration of mana in the dungeon, the greater the danger.
He was very clear about this fact and his figure moved even more carefully.
However no matter how careful he was, it didn't matter. After grueling battles lasting hours, his body was covered head to toe in goblins' blood, as such their scent as well.
No matter how stupid these goblins were, in the end they were going to recognize the scent of their brethren no matter what.
So every hundred or so meters, Zarek's group would be attacked by bloodthirsty goblins.
However the very eager Miseries would instantly tear the goblins to shreds, their sharp fangs at that time were no less than meat grinders.
With passing time Zarek realized although the mana concentration was higher on the fourth floor, that was it. Other than that there were no other changes.
It was still filled with the same old stupid goblins.
As such once he realized this, he grew a little braver and charged forward. At full speed they managed to reach the gate leading to the fifth floor in another ten minutes.
...
While Zarek was rapidly moving through the floors at fast speed, Alexander was still stuck at the first floor.
His chubby face filled with despair, countless thoughts whirling through his head.
After enjoying the peace for some time, the reality of the situation kicked in like a brutal slap to the face.
Although he was safe for now, he would be trapped forever in this place, if he didn't clear the floor.
Without having the ability to eat, how long could he even survive?
Suddenly the feeling of regret that Alexander was feeling turned even stronger to the point regret was the only thing that he felt.
He should have gone ahead and joined that young man, then he might even have had a chance to survive this place.
Thinking up to this point, the scene of Zarek protected by tens of armored goblins flashed in his head.
Without him realizing, Alexander's thoughts were turning even more dark and sinister. The purple aura around him flared, slowly merging with the fabric of reality as if forcibly trying to change Alexander's fate.
Just as the aura was about to integrate with the world, out of nowhere the sound of footsteps came from the distance.
Shocked, Alexander immediately turned around, only to freeze on the spot.
A drop-dead beautiful woman with hair the color of snow, a mask on her face to hide her features was walking in his direction.
This woman was none other than White Death from before.
White Death also noticed Alexander, and before the fellow could even react, in the next moment, White Death stood just few meters away from him. The distance of hundreds of meters closed in an instant.
"A movement skill!"
Alexander's eyes widened and he unconsciously swallowed his saliva.
White Death's extremely cold eyes hidden behind the expressionless mask narrowed slightly.
Then in a voice that sounded like glacial wind blowing, echoed in the distance:
"To think someone like you would be able to survive in the sacrificial dungeon for so long..."