The day after I kicked the punching bag in the third leg and sent him sprawling, I was once again tackling the dungeon.

I was already on the 39th floor.

Originally, I had planned to clear only up to the 34th or 35th floor today and take a break, but ever since I achieved my goal, I was moving my feet desperately.

I couldn’t predict how the Georg family would react.

Sure, the punching bag was a brain-dead pervert, but he was still the firstborn son of the Georg family.

Having trampled on someone like him, I expected some sort …