I stepped into the raid once again, along with the rest of Class 2-A. The raid event was the same as the last time we had visited.

Worn limestone lined the floor, punctuated by random pillars of some ancient, dilapidated civilization. Raids weren't something to take casually even with my [Liminal Speed]. Most fights would require the whole raid to survive a variety of mechanics that involved everyone. It took trial and error to reach that level of coordination.

The ruins and the ambiance in the dungeon weren't real. Neither were the monsters. Even if there were humanoid ones, they often performed the same repetitive tasks: moving a log back and forth, swinging a hammer on an empty anvil, or sewing string through the same hole only to undo it with the next stroke.

The dungeon was a facsimile of reality. These ancient ruins didn't actually belong to an ancient civilization. Instead, they were modeled off... well, I wasn't quite sure what they were modeled off.

The prevailing theory among the nekorian, the elves, and the humans was that the dungeon was a living creature. It enticed people to enter and go deeper, feeding off the bacteria and dead cells that they left behind. There was never any dust in the dungeon, and anything left too long would be consumed by the environment.

"We are really doing this." A hint of nerves was etched into Charlotte's tone as the green-haired druid carried Bun-Bun.

It had only been a few days since we had gone through the DPS check and the celebration of my victory. Now, my class and I were starting the raid. But this time, we wouldn't have high-powered tanks and healers on hand for us; we'd be diving into this by ourselves.