[What do you see?]

Achilles tilted his head when he saw my pale complexion.

How could he not be surprised by this?

The doors stood in a line, so close I could reach out and touch them, exuding an unfamiliar energy.

There were six in total.

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[Today is Creation Sunday.]

[On the day when the power of all days awakens, a special opportunity has arrived.]

[In Sunday’s Daily Dungeon, you may enter any dungeon of your choice freely!]

[Please select the dungeon you wish to enter.]

[Daily Dungeons may only be entered once per day.]

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"It says it's a Daily Dungeon. Do you know anything about it?"

I spoke with a hint of expectation.

He had once climbed to the 99th floor of the Tower—the strongest hero. Even though he had lost his memories after being devoured by Asadia, he might still remember something.

But his response was disappointing.

[Daily Dungeon? What is that?]

An utterly indifferent reaction.

I sighed inwardly.

At least I learned something—this phenomenon hadn’t even existed in the brutal world Achilles had lived in.

"Maybe I should search HunterNet."

HunterNet was useful.

Any awakened climber of the Tower used the community.

Tips, strategies, raid formations, information sharing, item trades, guild recruitment—everything about the Tower was collected there.

With a flicker of hope, I typed in the keywords.

‘Daily Dungeon.’

The search results...

Completely empty.

Not a single mention.

As if it was a nonexistent term.

No related posts, no comments, not even clickbait articles.

I pressed my lips together.

'Was I seeing things?'

But the six doors were undeniably there.

Slowly, I composed a post.

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[Hey, I’m a newbie. What is a Daily Dungeon?]

Does anyone know? If you have any information or experience, please share.

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HunterNet guaranteed anonymity.

Some famous hunters revealed their aliases while interacting, but most wore masks.

'No one will know who I am anyway.'

There was nothing to lose by asking.

With a hint of curiosity, I stared at the screen.

The response came immediately.

Ding!

Notifications popped up multiple times, indicating new comments on my post.

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ㄴAn awakened kid rambling about Daily Dungeons, lol.
ㄴFor real, are you playing some mobile game?
ㄴHah. Newbies are so naive.
ㄴIf you're awakened, stop drawing attention and just go to the Academy.
ㄴIdiot.

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…These bastards.

The comments were filled with nothing but mockery.

'If I opened my eyes, I might be able to see their real identities hiding behind the anonymity of the community.'

Their names, expressions, emotions, and even their aliases.

Maybe my eyes could see through all of it.

But.

That would be a waste of time.

Knowing what was behind their masks wouldn’t change my situation.

And—

I still couldn’t keep my eyes open for more than a few minutes each day.

Hadn't I already collapsed once from overusing them?

Even a brief moment couldn't be wasted.

'Guess I should go in myself.'

If no one could provide answers, the choice was mine alone.

Achilles remained silent, watching me.

His round, curious eyes were filled with questions, but he didn’t ask them.

He respected my choice.

My hand trembled slightly.

Standing before the doors, I hesitated for a moment.

The Tower was always like this.

Familiar yet unfamiliar, simple yet complex.

Every step forward held countless possibilities and dangers.

If another maggot appeared, I might scream in terror again.

But.

'Honestly, how could I resist a treasure chest?'

I reached out my hand.

I chose the fifth door.

A door covered in illustrations of treasure chests.

The faded gold-colored door bore drawings of chests, distorted as if mocking someone’s greed and desire.

Would it hold treasure, or would it be a trap punishing greed?

No one knew what lay beyond.

Not even Achilles.

Not even HunterNet had any records of this place.

That meant… I was the first.

That thought sent a thrill through me.

My fingertips brushed against the cold door.

Slowly, I pushed it open.

Creak—

A mixture of darkness and golden light seeped through the gap.

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[You have entered the Dungeon of Prosperity.]

[Objective: Obtain the treasure.]

[Time Limit: 5 minutes.]

[Failure Condition: Death or time expiration.]

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It was Friday’s Daily Dungeon.

For me, being fully prepared meant one thing.

Opening my eyes.

That was the state where I could exert my full strength.

The eyes that could see everything.

With them open, I wouldn’t need to waste energy expanding my Ideation.

Instead?

I could pour all my strength into Core Unleashing.

The mysteries of Ideation were always astounding.

Vmm.

The first time, I felt a resonance.

Somewhere deep within me, a door that had long remained shut was slowly, ever so slowly, opening.

Blood circulated, nerves awakened.

It felt like I had tapped into a sensation beyond myself.

My body and my will—

Seamlessly connected beyond limits.

Everything felt unfamiliar, yet entirely natural.

My body moved as I thought.

Whoosh!

An arrow shot toward me—but it missed.

I maneuvered effortlessly, executing acrobatics that would astonish even a seasoned performer, dodging another incoming arrow without a moment’s pause.

"Why is there a trap as soon as I enter?"

A trap at the entrance—this was a first.

Swish.

Swish! Swish!

A barrage of projectiles filled my vision.

They showed no sign of stopping.

Spears, arrows, poisoned darts.

But I could see them all.

When, where, and how they would strike.

The world's every movement translated into numbers and data before my eyes.

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[Projectile: Iron Arrow]
Speed: 84.7m/s
Angle: 37.5°
Time to impact: 0.86 seconds
Evasion required: Move left 12 cm

[Projectile: Poison Dart]
Speed: 91.2m/s
Toxin type: Alkaloid-based poison
Time to impact: 0.64 seconds
Required position adjustment: Tilt body 4° to evade upper body impact.

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Every trajectory unraveled in my mind.

Minimal energy expenditure.

Maximum efficiency in evasion.

The safe path was clear, and all I had to do was follow the route my eyes provided.

Just a few steps.

In mere moments, the body that had been heading toward death returned to safety.

And then I understood.

I was invincible against projectiles.

"Oh."

It was the kind of movement they’d play on a screen at a funeral—showcasing an incredible feat of agility by the deceased.

Knowing everything didn’t mean I could do everything.

But at least, I was beyond the level where I’d fall prey to such a simple trap.

'So I just have to dodge arrows while catching treasure chests?'

Waddling.

Treasure chests scurried around.

They all looked identical.

How were their boxy bodies so fast?

Their rattling lids snapped open and shut like mouths.

They were strangely adorable.

While evading, I pulled out my revolver.

'I can’t resist cracking open a chest.'

Just looking at them made me want to shoot.

My heart pounded.

What kind of loot would spill from their little bellies?

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[Exaltation Stack Effect] Each stack increases damage by 10%. Maximum stacks: 10,000. At maximum stacks, damage increases by 100,000%

Current stacks: 1.

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...One stack.

Simply holding the gun steadily increased my stacks.

But they were fast. Too fast.

'They're moving differently. How are they reaching that speed?'

They seemed to stumble, yet they changed direction freely.

Sometimes they leaped unpredictably, sometimes they even ran along walls.

For a moment, I imagined trying to chase them with a sword.

That thought alone was dizzying.

I’d collapse from exhaustion before even swinging.

And if I did tire?

I'd be riddled with holes by the incoming arrows, left to rot as a cold corpse.

But.

That wasn’t my problem.

I was a sniper.

Choosing a gun had been the right decision.

[Crave me! Indulge in my power!]

Well, rather than choosing it, Asadia had transformed into the weapon best suited for me all on its own.

'For now, let's use Clairvoyance while I wait for Asadia’s stacks to build up.'

Skillfully dodging projectiles, I scanned the chests with my eyes.

It was natural to be curious about their rewards.

However.

Just like when the system blocked the contents of the card pack, it interfered again.

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[Warning]
[Abnormal access detected.]
[Security protocol activated to protect data.]

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I couldn't see what was inside the chests.

Only their colors emerged, like last time.

Most were white.

Only a few had distinct hues.

'Figures. This won’t be easy.'

Still.

I could see their status windows.

Taking a deep breath, I focused.

I selected the black treasure chest.

A faint memory resurfaced—the time I opened a relic-tier card pack.

Back then, black was the highest grade.

The status window emerged.

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[No. 387 Treasure Chest]

HP: 476,000,000,000/476,000,000,000
Emotion: Excited
Status: Very Healthy
Thoughts: Lalalalalalalala~
Skills Owned: 1 - Rewind (S-Rank): Rewinds time by 3 seconds.

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Absurd HP.

And even an S-rank skill.

'How many zeroes is that? How am I supposed to kill it?'

It was ridiculous.

Even if I poured all my firepower into it—

If it simply rewound time to heal itself, wouldn’t that make all my effort pointless?

...Black-tier rewards.

So hard to obtain.

Only after defeating a World Boss did I get a relic-tier Hunter weapon.

Asadia was proving just how powerful it truly was.

I targeted another chest.

The one I chose emitted a golden aura.

It shone distinctly brighter than the rest of the swarm.

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[No. 1,004 Treasure Chest]

Defense: 9,999
HP: 500/500
Emotion: Excited
Status: Healthy
Thoughts: I hate pain, so I maxed out my defense!
Skill Owned: 1 - Haste (A-Rank): When hit, movement speed increases by 1,000%.

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'Its defense is high, but its HP is low.'

Its weakness was clear.

In theory, hitting it 500 times would kill it.

But the problem was Haste.

If it got hit and its speed skyrocketed 1,000%?

It’d become impossible to aim at.

The answer was clear.

'One shot.'

I had to end it in a single hit.

And…

That was what I did best.

I recalled a recent event.

When I shattered an S-rank hunter’s sword to pieces.

It still didn’t make sense.

Even with Asadia’s max stacks, how had I broken a master swordsman’s pride so effortlessly?

'Which means, bullets created through Ideation must have some effect.'

My guess—

I likely ignored defense, dealing true damage.

What was the point of high defense?

When HP was low, it didn’t matter.

That chest may have seemed invulnerable, but I had Satan’s Bullet.

My breathing steadied.

Asadia pulsed in my hands, its presence heavy.

'Wait.'

I was a sniper.

Precision was key.

With utmost caution, I dodged the endless traps and projectiles, stepping lightly through danger.

My breath grew heavier.

My eyes ached slightly.

[Time remaining: 30 seconds.]

A system notification reminded me of the ticking clock.

But waiting had paid off.

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Exaltation stacks: 20
Damage increase: 200%.
Euphoria stacks from defeating enemies: 3.
Expected total damage: 600.

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[TLNote- the math is very weird and or doesn’t work. Don't think about it too hard like I did]

Gripping the Ideation within me, I let my Saga unfold.

My entire body turned black.

Darkness enveloped me completely—I vanished entirely.

The relentless traps lost their target and fell silent.

With the chaos subsiding, I could finally aim properly.

The revolver in my hands began to change.

Click.

The heavy steel extended, growing long and sharp.

Its black frame slimmed into an elegant sniper rifle.

Lying prone, I gripped the oversized sniper in my hands.

My cheek pressed against the cold metal.

I brought my eye to Asadia’s scope.

But the reticle wasn’t precisely on target.

A misalignment.

'By the time the bullet reaches, the chest will have moved.'

A target that darted around recklessly?

So what if it suddenly changed direction?

My eyes already held the answer.

Its thoughts, its state, its movement.

Where it would jump, when it would accelerate, even the possibility of it losing balance by mistake.

All those variables combined to form a clear trajectory.

All I had to do was observe quietly and wait for the moment to strike.

It came sooner than expected.

'Hold still.'

I placed my finger on the trigger.

The world went silent.

My body’s sensations faded away.

Only the resistance at my fingertip remained distinct.

Bang!

A sharp gunshot tore through the space.

A reverberating vibration at my fingertip and the heavy recoil that followed.

The bullet sliced through the air.

Not an estimate. Not a guess.

Certainty.

That single shot ended everything.

Satan’s Bullet embedded itself in No. 1,004 Treasure Chest.

And the reward began to emerge.