Chapter 109 — Evan POV
In my past life, this dungeon looked completely normal on paper. Just another B-class. No goblins, no orcs—none of the usual fodder hunters farm for cores.
But inside… it was different.
The monsters here weren't solid. They were spirit-like—wraiths, elementals. Ghosts of something older. Only magic could touch them. Physical attacks passed through uselessly.
But that wasn't what made this place valuable.
This dungeon… was a gateway.
A thin point between this world and the elemental spirit realm. A lucky hunter—if they were strong enough—could slip through and contract an elemental spirit.
The first person to do it? Some idiot who tripped through a hollow tree. Guy walked out with a mid-tier fire spirit and exclusive dungeon rights. After that, hunters lined up and paid out the nose for the privilege.
I never got the chance in my last life. Couldn't afford it. Never even saw the place.
