A Transmigrator’s Privilege – Chapter 280

“The one I killed was the master of a dungeon that got swept away when it closed.” “…….” Tesilid also knew that dungeon well.—…What sort of place was it?—A rocky wasteland where lightning struck continuously, and there was a giant hole. It looked…—Like an abyss?—Ah, yes. Like an abyss. Indeed, he had been the master of that dungeon. The title...