Dungeon King: The Hidden Ruler-Chapter 84: [Three Faces of the Blade 2] Isolation Kill

Raven crouched in silence above the hallway. He was waiting for one specific signal—the sign that would open the kill window.

From his perch among the twisted ceiling supports, he watched the lone player below. Originally, he’d considered slipping right past her, diving into Midboss Room 2 while the team inside was distracted by the encounter.

But then he noticed something.

The girl paused occasionally—not to reposition or drink a potion, but to type.

She pulled out her keyboard.

Manual input. No voice comms.

Raven’s eyes narrowed.

"No mic."

"That means if she wants to warn her team... she has to type."

That changed everything.

This player was no longer a bypass target. She was a vulnerability.

She wasn’t just a stray. Her armor was reinforced—custom piecework, likely crafted or looted.

Someone trusted her enough to solo patrol.

That made her either high rank player in her guild; or just expendable one.

Both worked for him.

Then it came.

A mechanical roar erupted from the corridor ahead. The floor vibrated under his boots—heavy, deliberate.

The second Midboss is already respawned and the combat is started.

Perfect.

Sentinel AX-Draxos—Golem Mage, Rune-Woven War Construct. Area Denial class.

Raven had fought constructs like it before. Draxos’s signature skill, Safe Zone Burn, would flood the arena every thirty seconds with a mana collapse—forcing anyone caught outside a tight circle to suffer silence and complete mana drain.

Add its Directional Blast, and it punished movement just as brutally as stillness.

The girl below was already sealed in. No rescue. No support. Just one player locked in with a boss—and now with him.

She didn’t know it yet, but Draxos had just sealed her in.

The Safe Zone Burn made sure of it—thirty-second intervals of lockdown. Once triggered, it was a cage made of light and pressure. No portals. No cavalry.

Just her, the boss mechanic, and a player she didn’t see coming.

"They’re locked in. She’s isolated." freewebnσvel.cѳm

He moved fast.

Raven dropped silently from the ceiling.

Air rushed past his mask. His boots hit the floor with a muffled thud—no echo, no stumble. Only dust lifted around him, and the faint squeak of rusted metal beneath.

The moment his boots touched the ground, the girl spun toward him.

Her eyes went wide. "What the—?!"

Something landed behind her.

Almost unheard.

She didn’t register it at first—just a pressure shift, the faint shuffle of dust. But her instincts turned her head. Her body stiffened.

She wasn’t sure if it was a mob or a player.

A figure crouched low where it had landed, as if the ground itself had spat it out. Black cloak, tattered at the edges. A mechanical mask glinted faintly in the low light, its fractured surface giving no expression. Dim blue eyes stared straight at her.

For a split second, it just crouched there, low and silent, as if deciding which part of her to strike first.

Then it moved.

Panic cut across her face—but she reacted fast, even though she is in mid-loot, she flicks her wrist. A quick crossbow shot grazed his shoulder.

Raven lunged low, sliding into her blindside. His chain lashed out and coiled around her crossbow. One savage yank—metal clattered across the stone floor.

She cursed and backpedaled, conjuring her hologram keyboard with practiced speed while try screaming, in hope her friends in mid boss room can hear her.

"Help! Someone’s in the hal—"

Her voice cracked into silence as raven quickly throw a broken brass mechanical arm of dead mob to her face.

Raven lunged—she pivoted. The same broken mechanical arm flung back at him from a loot-skill flicked past his head, throwing off his balance.

She rolled, summoning the keyboard mid-motion.

Her face twisted into a scowl. "Coward."

She ducked behind a terminal, rage in her posture, but Raven saw the way her hands shook.

Raven’s chain snaked low, snapping onto her wrist just as she began typing. She kicked him in the ribs, hard, but her system interface blinked out.

She slid into cover and tried again.

[Phantom Bind: Activated]

Raven blinked behind her, severing line of sight. Her fingers froze. She cursed again and reset.

Third time. She faked a roll—keyboard flickered to life.

Raven’s chain cracked across her wrist like a whip. The input disappeared.

"Come on..." she muttered under her breath. Her jaw clenched, her eyes flicking toward the midboss gate.

No answer.

Her breathing picked up. She was fast losing composure.

Enough games.

She pulled a backup dagger from her boot.

Steel met steel. They clashed at close range. Raven’s chain coiled around her ankle, pulling her sideways and slamming her into a burst pipe. She grunted but didn’t falter.

She climbed the railing, kicked off it, sent Raven skidding back. Then dove.

Her eyes locked onto the dropped crossbow.

Raven hurled his chain again—mid-air catches the crossbow in a split second before her fingers even touches it. The weapon never reached her. He yanked it past her fingertips and tossed it behind him into the dark.

"Just one shot," she whispered. "Let me just—"

Raven’s chain denied her again. The weapon vanished into shadow.

That’s when her anger crumbled.

She stood, panting. Ready to lunge again.

She stood frozen for a second, shoulders trembling, lips parted but speechless.

The fight was still in her stance—but fear had finally crept into her eyes.

Raven grappled upward to the ceiling instead.

The system responded.

[Resonant State: Activated]

+30% Stealth Effectiveness

+25% Critical Chance from behind or while unseen

Next attack from stealth deals bonus shadow damage

(Duration: 10 seconds)

She managed to summon the keyboard mid-dodge.

"i’m under att—"

Raven dove.

His form blurred. From a diagonal angle, Raven’s chain coiled sharply around her right arm—the one reaching to type.

As he landed behind her, the chain yanked with brutal precision, pulling her arm backward at a violent angle. A sickening crack echoed as her shoulder twisted unnaturally.

She screamed and fell hard onto her back, the keyboard vanishing before the first word could finish blinking into view.

[Phantom Bind: Activated]

One final stab—silent, precise, right above her chest armor, into the soft spot of her neck.

Her mouth opened, breath catching. "I just—"

Her lips moved again, but no sound came. A single syllable hung in the air—half spoken, half believed. Then her eyes widened, not from pain, but from understanding. She knew he wasn’t there to PvP. He was there to erase.

The word died with the connection.

Her body flickered.

[Force Logout]

Loot clinked to the ground.

She didn’t log out to survive. That was system-forced. Her backup dagger, her frantic keyboard swipes—it wasn’t just desperation. It was delay.

Buy time. Warn the others. Fail to warn the others. In the end, it made no difference.

He had the opening now.

Raven didn’t hesitate.

He flicked a glance over his shoulder—no signs of pursuit, no guild tags in range. Just the steady clash of combat echoing from the midboss chamber.

Still time to go through the bottleneck of that gate to midroom boss.

Behind him, the corridor that led to AX-K9, the first Midboss,was dead silent. The fight was over there. The boss was down. Raven had left it that way moments ago. And no sound of new reinforcements yet.

That end of the dungeon was cold now—abandoned. No patrols. No noise. No fallback coming from that direction.

He was boxed in, but he had clarity.

The front was chaos—players locked in a raid. The back was a graveyard.

That meant the only way out was forward. Through the flames.

A small bottleneck that can make him seen if he is not careful enough to pass through it. But he is still in resonant state, +33% Stealth Effectiveness.

He moved fast. Scooped the drops one-handed—gear, scrap alloy, mana-choked ash. No sorting. No inspection. Just grab and go.

He didn’t waste it.

The buff timer burned in the corner of his HUD.

[Resonant State: 00:06.2]

Raven moved fast, boots light, posture low. He kept his steps tight and quiet, dashing through the hallway with his form flickering against the dim metal walls, as a shadow of thin blurry black ash move forward.

The hallway was narrow. Just wide enough for two players to squeeze shoulder-to-shoulder. The floor vibrated with the next midboss’s distant steps. Steam hissed from a broken ceiling pipe like a breath trying to speak.

The gate to second Midboss Room loomed ahead, unlocked and wide.

He slipped through the moment another boss shockwave boomed from inside, masking his approach.

Inside: a vast warehouse filled with scorched metal scaffolding, broken plating, and glowing forge braziers. Four players, backs turned, locked in combat with the midboss.

The heat hit him like a wall. Braziers along the backline roared with volatile flame, casting erratic shadows across the walls. Sparks arced from ruptured pipes. And beneath it all, the rhythmic clash of steel and spell—louder now, sharper. Controlled chaos.

Nobody, even the midboss notice he went in.

Raven veered left and slid behind a stack of rusted barrels near a dismantled conveyor rack.

The moment he stilled, the Resonant State ticked out.

[Resonant State ended]

Perfect timing.

Raven catch his breath and hid before evaluate the room again.

Too many variables.

Four players, midboss alive, visibility poor.

But the real threat wasn’t what he saw—it was what came next.

If he moved now, it would be a kill chain.

If he waited, he risked being seen.

No clean options.

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