"Where am I?"

Martin looked at the boundless darkness before him and couldn't help but utter an exclamation that any intelligent being would make.

Just as he jumped into this massive hole called the Abyss, he was stunned by the thick abyssal aura present there.

Rather than being simply stunned, it's more accurate to say he was deeply shaken.

These past days, they had been constantly researching everything related to the Abyss, and everything they encountered more or less had some abyssal aura, which they almost got used to.

However, who would've thought that the abyssal concentration within this pitch-black cave far exceeded anything they had encountered before? Perhaps the Abyss that consumed Overlord Vonier could compare, but that only targeted Vonier alone, whereas now the Abyss was straightforwardly targeting Martin himself!

It wasn't until he crashed hard onto the ground that he recovered from his state of shock.

Even though he had heard of the Abyss's formidable reputation.

But before they came to Hepa Town and truly entered the Sain Dungeon to encounter the Abyss, Martin and his two companions didn't think much of it.

Was this thing really as formidable as they'd heard? It seemed that many things considered formidable turned out to be quite ordinary.

In Martin's mind, there were only two constant existences—Demon King and Hero.

Even items related to the Demon King and Hero would become extraordinary, truly embodying the phrase "when one person achieves enlightenment, his entire family ascends," with the Demon King Bloodline and weapons being the best examples; the former nearly represents the strongest Demon Clan, while the latter the strongest weapons.

However, these past days, after formally encountering the Abyss, Martin's perception finally underwent a significant shift.

The Abyss, this thing, truly held weight!

His investigation here was meaningful!

Perhaps, just perhaps.

What if the Abyss turned out to be stronger than the Demon King Bloodline?

Although his upbringing made him doubt this possibility, still, what if? He couldn't help but entertain such a thought.

Now, the Abyss lurking in the Little Londo Ruins further confirmed his suspicions, and even caused him to slip into a state of consciousness haze.

Before he could figure out what exactly was happening, he saw the dense darkness transform into huge tidal waves surging towards him.

The intense abyssal aura and malicious intent within those waves made him faint for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, Martin realized he was still in a sea of darkness.

The only difference now was that his companions who should've been standing next to him were nowhere to be found.

A dark environment, missing companions, the possible appearance of Monsters, these elements combined like those of a classic horror movie.

Ordinary people encountering such situations might find themselves shivering with cold sweat, unable to compose themselves.

But compared to others like Tusi, Martin felt somewhat different.

For the fear darkness brought him wasn't too overwhelming, instead, it made him feel a bit comfortable, like the familiarity of returning home.

He liked darkness, finding the night as comfortable as humans do when they act under sunlight.

"Heh, heh, heh, mere darkness can't truly frighten me."

Martin let out a cheeky laugh, seeming as if he was mocking the dungeon's design for being powerless against him.

However, he suddenly recalled the teachings of some high-ranking individual in his memory:

"Never, no matter which dungeon you're in, should you mock any existence within it."

"Why?"

"Because they will get angry."

Martin hurriedly covered his mouth, but in terms of the unfolding situation, this act of covering his mouth was like when a company executed a controversial move that set the community ablaze, and only then did they think to engage in damage control.

It was already too late.

The darkness that made him feel so at ease suddenly turned terrifying beyond measure!

An immense oppressive force invaded from all directions, it felt as though whether distance was far or near, terrifying presences within the invisible blackness were closely watching him, warning him about his derisive remarks.

This feeling of being watched by countless predators made Martin break into a cold sweat instantly, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably, achieving a frightening escalation of fear from nothing to infinity!

Turns out dungeons really do get angry!

Martin fell to his knee with a thud, finally barely stopping his body's trembling. Seeing him in this state, the oppressive force from the darkness only slightly weakened... or maybe it was merely his own psychological illusion.

"Abyss above, Abyss above, I am your devoted fan, please don't scare me like this when I've been reading books until dizzy for you every day..."

He lay on the ground, murmuring a heap of words, hoping that speaking nicely could pacify the angered dungeon into calmness.

But that same high-ranking individual also taught him something else, which was that dungeons tend to be very grudging, more so than Dwarves hearing Dwarf jokes.

So to attempt to fool it with flattery, this occurrence of success was nearly nonexistent from the start!