Chapter 163: Mana Arrow Bows
Beyond the practical, there were truths every adventurer knew about crack dungeons—truths whispered more than spoken, but always heeded. Unlike the dungeons made and blessed by gods where monsters respawned endlessly in fixed pattern like in video games, the cracks did not birth life anew. What was slain remained slain. But the weight of time worked differently within. If left untouched, the hours within could stretch into months, years, even centuries compared to the outside world in short amount of time. In that silence, monsters bred unchecked, multiplying until the dungeon seethed with life until eventually a dungeon break occurs. And among them, one creature always rose higher than the rest. That creature became the boss, thelord of the dungeon, master of its tide.
