I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…-Chapter 342: Passing Through

Logan hurried to clean up the aftermath of the battle. He was determined to clear at least five floors today. Since he was the only one capable of interacting with the dungeon's loot system, he moved quickly among the scattered remains, gathering the spoils.

Among them were stone-like scales infused with faint mana—perfect for crafting armor—and small enhancement stones that could grant minor skills to weapons. Several mana stones were also mixed in, the kind Gaia could consume to increase her strength.

Not a bad haul, considering the enemies weren't bosses. The dungeon wouldn't waste high-tier rewards on such basic mobs.

"Well, the best thing we got from those creatures was experience," Logan muttered with a shrug. Fortunately, he didn't need to pick up every item manually. The special storage ring crafted by Kryst and Marie automatically absorbed any designated loot nearby, creating an internal inventory and saving him precious time.

"Let's move on," he called out to his beasts. "We should be able to finish this floor in half an hour. We'll probably spend more time walking than fighting."

[Can get on back. I will carry.] Elarion offered, raising his stance like a proud steed awaiting his rider.

"You won't need to join every battle, Elarion, so take it easy while you can." Logan smiled, patting the unicorn's side before mounting the saddle.

"Wyver, scout ahead. Look for prey," Logan ordered next. "Most of the enemies here are earth-elemental—you should be able to thin them out quickly. Hit hard and soften them up for us."

The frost drake roared in response and launched into the air, his massive wings sending ripples through the mana-heavy air as he flew forward to hunt.

As for Gaia and Stormwing, the two had naturally taken up positions around Logan, silently awaiting further orders. They would need to coordinate more closely as the floors progressed—it was the only way to maintain their momentum.

With Elarion leading at a steady pace and Wyver already flying ahead, the group continued their advance, walking calmly through the corridor of twisted roots and stone. Logan hoped more monsters would ambush them, like before.

Instead, they were met with silence—and a chilling sight.

The next chamber was already frozen. Jagged frost coated the floor, and an eerie wind drifted through the wide opening. It was colder than expected.

"Guess Wyver handled things here…" Logan muttered with a half-smile. "Level 78 already. He was 77 last I checked."

The other three beasts—Gaia, Stormwing, and Elarion—each let out low growls of annoyance.

Clearly, they didn't appreciate being left out of the action.

They crossed a large chasm bordered by withered trees and scattered foliage, the icy terrain gradually giving way to rough stone. Eventually, they reached a narrow passage—an artificial choke point linking floor 82 to the next.

This one sloped downward into a forest dense with trees and mana.

The ambient energy felt heavier here—thicker, more potent. It clung to the air, and Logan could already tell this next floor would pose more of a challenge. The enemies confirmed that.

They were stronger variants of the nagas they had faced before. But they weren't the only threat.

Midway through floor 83, a new enemy appeared—a strange chimera-like creature.

Unlike the nagas, these weren't numerous. But they were deadly. Each one matched Riptide in size, and their bodies ended in a serpent tail that could shift into a stinger—or morph into a second head shaped like a cobra, capable of biting with frightening speed.

But they had weaknesses.

Gaia, with his bark-hardened body and earth constitution, made the perfect counter. He didn't bleed like most creatures, and poison had little effect on him. Even when pierced or bitten, he barely flinched.

Stormwing, too, had an easier time with these enemies. Their bodies, unlike the stone-scaled nagas, were more vulnerable to his lightning attacks. The thunderbird's electricity arced through the battlefield, disrupting the chimera's rhythm with stunning bursts and aerial dives.

By the time they cleared the forest zone, Logan glanced over the terrain with a satisfied nod.

"Another floor down," he said. "If we keep this pace, we might hit the mini-boss on floor 85."

None of his creatures needed a mana break yet. Their stamina remained high, roars echoing with renewed vigor as they charged into the dense thickets of floor 84—the deeper woods ahead already radiating a more intense mana pressure.

The labyrinth made it painfully clear whenever a new floor was entered. It wasn't just the environment or monsters that shifted—the entire floor itself acted like a barrier. Those who sought to enter had to first survive wave after wave of spawns, a trial of endurance before the invisable gate would let them through.

Logan had already started planning ways to improve this system.

Marie was currently working on a prototype bracelet for adventurers—a utility tool that would track positioning, performance metrics, and trigger forced teleportation in emergencies. Ideally, it would also announce new floors with a chime or soft jingle, maybe even a looping background theme while making letters appear above them that would announce their entry into a new floor.

"A proper BGM is also needed," Logan muttered to himself with a chuckle. "For people like me, just standing around while their monsters do all the work."

It was a silly thought. Probably only he would bother with something like that.

Still, the idea amused him.

The only issue, as always, was the supply of mana stones. Producing hundreds of bracelets—each embedded with complex enchantments and monitoring functions—was a slow and expensive process. Even if Marie had the design nearly perfected, the resources just weren't there yet.

Shaking the thought aside, Logan focused on the current floor.

Floor 84 was just ahead—and with it, the forced spawn waves that would need to be cleared before his team could cross into the next zone.

He gave a quick glance to each of his beasts.

"Brace yourselves," he muttered. "You know how this goes."

This time though, something new happened, no monsters rushed to meet them instead a bubbling mass of dark liquid oozed up from between the roots and stone, writhing as it took shape. It wasn't a naga. It wasn't one of the chimeras either.

"Oh? This was something new."

A massive slime-like creature pulsed before them, its translucent body shimmering with toxic hues of green and violet. Tendrils writhed from within its form, and inside, faint bones and dissolved remains floated like trapped debris. The stench of poison was thick in the air.

Whatever it was, it didn't appear on the standard spawn listed before.

"A hidden boss, huh?" Logan muttered with a grin, eyes narrowing with excitement. "What great luck."

It seemed the labyrinth was welcoming him properly today—rolling out something special to mark his dungeon crawling debut.

Fine by him.

He stepped forward, raising a hand to signal his beasts to attack.

"Let's see what kind of resistance this thing's offering. Don't hold back."