Is It Wrong To Level Up In A Dungeon?

Chapter 34. Rampage Within the Pleasure Palace

The heart of the Ishtar Familia's stronghold trembled with chaos.

A thunderous boom cracked through the ornate marble halls, followed by a rush of flickering shadows that surged like a tidal wave of vengeance. The once-lavish corridors of the Pleasure Palace, adorned with crimson silks and gold-leaf pillars, now echoed with screams and the clang of metal striking metal.

Bell Cranel led the charge.

His eyes, glowing faintly with otherworldly power, scanned the battlefield with surgical precision.

The shadows moved in perfect synchrony.

A storm of steel and void tore through the panicked guards. Igris's blade danced like an executioner's guillotine—silent, exact. Baruka flowed like a whirlwind, slicing through armor with deadly elegance. Balak, hulking and brutal, smashed through the opposition with raw, monstrous strength. No cry for mercy was heard. No retreat was granted.

Bell pushed forward, dual-wielding his trusted blades—the glowing blue edge of the Knight Killer and the ever-faithful Hestia Knife, both blurs of light in his hands. Sparks flew with every clash. Blood painted the walls.

Behind him, Aisha stayed close to Haruhime, her own blade drenched with crimson as she cut down anyone foolish enough to stand in their path. Her face was tight with grim determination, eyes flicking protectively toward the Renard girl beside her.

"Almost there!" Bell shouted, vaulting over a collapsed column, only for a crash to shake the hallway.

A hulking form landed with the grace of a falling boulder, cracking the tiles beneath her. "Well, well... running away with our little flower, are we?"

Phryne Jamil.

The monstrous Amazon towered before them, her massive frame radiating brute strength and sheer arrogance. The grin on her lips was twisted. Her tongue snaked across them.

"I'll crush you into paste, bunny boy."

Bell didn't hesitate. "Aisha—go!"

He surged forward, blades flashing. Phryne swung a slab-like arm, and Bell ducked low, sliding beneath her wide swing. He countered with a flurry of slashes—quick, clean cuts that danced across her arms and torso. Sparks flew where the Knight Killer scraped her skin.

"Little flea!" she snarled, throwing a punch that shattered a wall as Bell narrowly twisted away. The shockwave knocked him back.

He recovered instantly, landing on his feet. His breathing was sharp but steady.

Bell darted in again, using his smaller frame to stay agile. He weaved through her wild strikes, striking her legs, ribs, and side in rapid succession. It was like trying to bring down a boulder with a rapier—but every strike counted. Phryne staggered slightly.

"Enough!" she roared, slamming both fists down. Bell flipped backward to avoid the impact.

Then—"Now!"

Bell raised his hand, and shadows surged past him.

His infantry appeared, armored soldiers of pure black flooding the hallway. They crashed into Phryne like a flood, overwhelming her in sheer numbers. She bellowed, trying to swat them away, but they clung to her like wolves dragging down a giant.

Bell turned away. "We don't have time for this."

Aisha nodded, pulling Haruhime along. "Then let's finish this."

Together, they vanished into the inner depths of the collapsing palace, shadows roaring in their wake.

The rampage was far from over.