Era of Players: Death God

The portal flashed, and Aiden stepped onto the first floor of the dungeon, his long black coat fluttering behind him. His red eyes gleamed with burning intensity, his grip tightening around the hilt of his flame-coated longsword. Around him, his lackeys—a group of five skilled warriors—followed closely, their expressions serious.

The moment they arrived, the icy wind blasted against them, a stark contrast to Aiden's own fiery aura.

"This is it?" Aiden scoffed, his breath turning to mist in the frigid air. "Pathetic."

The snow-covered landscape stretched out endlessly, filled with frozen trees, steep cliffs, and lurking predators hiding beneath the ice.

But Aiden had no intention of slowly clearing the floor.

"Spread out," he commanded his team, his voice sharp like steel. "We clear this floor fast. No delays."

His subordinates obeyed instantly, breaking into separate paths while Aiden charged forward alone, eager to test his power against whatever stood in his way.

Aiden's Presence Detection skill alerted him to movement up ahead.

A pack of Frost Wolves emerged from the white mist—massive beasts with icy fur, their fangs dripping with frost, and their eyes glowing a haunting blue.

A normal group would hesitate—but not Aiden.

The moment they pounced, he was already moving.

Boom!

Aiden's feet kicked off the ground, his body vanishing like a streak of fire. The nearest wolf's head flew into the air, severed cleanly by his burning sword.

Another lunged from behind, but Aiden spun mid-air, twisting his body to bring his blade down in an arc—a crescent wave of fire exploded from the sword, incinerating two wolves instantly.

The remaining wolves hesitated, sensing his overwhelming power.

But Aiden didn't give them a chance.

With a sneer, he activated his Wind Acceleration—his body blurred as he moved between them with lightning-fast speed.

Slash! Slash! Slash!

Each strike was precise and brutal, slicing through the wolves like paper. Their bodies collapsed, steam rising as their frozen blood met the heat of his flames.

In under five minutes, the entire pack lay dead at his feet.

Aiden sheathed his sword. "Too easy."

Without waiting for his team, he continued forward, cutting down every beast in his way.

For four hours straight, he swept through the first floor with terrifying speed, his flames melting ice wherever he stepped.

By the time his lackeys caught up, Aiden had already reached the portal leading to the second floor.

His second-in-command, Gareth, looked around at the scorched battlefield, his eyes wide.

"You already finished?" Gareth muttered.

"Damn monster…"

Aiden ignored him. "Hurry up. We're wasting time."

The moment Aiden stepped into the second floor, a thunderous rumble echoed through the frozen valley.

Towering figures emerged from the icy cliffs—Ice Golems, each standing four meters tall, their bodies made of dense frozen stone, their glowing blue cores pulsing with mana.

They were far stronger than the Frost Wolves.

But Aiden only grinned.

"Finally," he muttered, flames flickering in his palm. "Something worth my time."

One of the golems raised its colossal fist and brought it crashing down toward him.

BOOM!

The entire ground shook, sending chunks of ice flying everywhere.

But Aiden was already gone, moving at blinding speed. He appeared in the air, above the golem's head, and swung his sword downward.

"Flame Crescent!"

A massive arc of fire erupted from his blade, slashing clean through the golem's arm, melting the ice instantly.

The golem let out a deep, guttural roar, but before it could react, Aiden's foot slammed against its chest, sending it crashing into the valley below.

Another golem charged at him, its movements slow but powerful. It unleashed a freezing breath, turning the ground into a frozen wasteland.

Aiden smirked, stepping forward.

He swung his sword once—and a wall of fire exploded outward, clashing with the icy breath.

Sizzle.

The two elements clashed violently, steam filling the air.

But Aiden's fire didn't falter.

Instead, it pushed forward, engulfing the golem in roaring flames. The monster howled, its body cracking apart as it melted into nothing.

Gareth and the others finally arrived, panting.

They stared at the smoldering battlefield, eyes filled with disbelief.

One of them muttered, "This isn't normal…"

Aiden turned to them, unimpressed. "You're too slow."

Gareth wiped sweat from his brow. "Damn it, Aiden, can't you let us have some fun too?"

Aiden ignored him and walked forward, slicing down more golems without slowing.

For the next four hours, Aiden rampaged through the second floor, melting everything in his path.

Gareth and the others struggled to keep up, but Aiden didn't care—he was already thinking about the third floor.

By the time he reached the next portal, his eyes burned with excitement.

"This is still too easy," he muttered.

With one last glance at his exhausted teammates, he stepped through the portal, disappearing into the third floor's icy domain.

His hunt was far from over.

As the icy dusk settled over the second floor, the harsh, frigid winds howled through the frozen valley, carrying with them the distant echoes of slain monsters. Aiden stood atop a ridge, his crimson eyes surveying the landscape below. His coat billowed behind him, the warmth of his flame-infused mana keeping the bitter cold at bay.

Behind him, his lackeys struggled to keep up, their breath visible in the freezing air, exhaustion written all over their faces. They had spent the entire day chasing after him, barely able to contribute to the floor's conquest.

"Let's set up camp," Aiden announced, his tone casual yet authoritative.

Gareth let out a sigh of relief, dropping onto one knee. "Finally…"

Aiden ignored his fatigue. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a luxurious tent from his spatial ring. The Von Klassen heir would accept nothing less than absolute comfort—even in the heart of a deadly dungeon.

The tent unfolded automatically, stretching out into a massive pavilion, its deep crimson and black fabric embroidered with golden sigils that shimmered with protective enchantments. It stood tall and proud, far more extravagant than the standard survival tents used by adventurers.