The Dimensional Swordmaster C2

Chapter 2 How I Ended Up in Another World (2)

The continuous flood of system notifications was enough to make his eyes ache.

He was absolutely certain that he had entered the dungeon alone. The gatekeeper at the entrance had even asked, “Are you by yourself?”—there was no way he could have misunderstood that.

And yet, there was already another hunter inside. Not only that, but within the short span of time it took him to enter, the dungeon had already been cleared—and the other person had even received the rewards.

As proof of the dungeon’s completion, the sky above cracked open, releasing a blinding light. Biting his lip, Gong Siyoung turned toward the exit path illuminated by that light.

“What the hell is going on?”

A bug, maybe? But he’d never heard of one like this before.

He scrolled through his system interface, but there was nothing more to be found. With the boss monster gone, the dungeon would either close soon—or worse, reset. Either way, time was running short.

After a moment’s thought, Siyoung began walking in the opposite direction of the entrance. Whether it was a bug or not, since he was already here, he needed to find out who—or what—was in this dungeon.

As expected of a fire-attribute dungeon, the deeper he went, the hotter the air became. The dense, dusty smell unique to dungeons filled his lungs, and fine ash drifted through the air. Siyoung pulled up the hood attached to his hunter’s jacket.

With the boss gone, most remaining monsters would either be gone or close to disappearing. Still, that was no reason to let his guard down. His pace quickened slightly as his eyes scanned the surroundings.

He was checking the elapsed time when something appeared from the other side of the path.

At first, he assumed it was a monster. There was no way a human could be strolling so leisurely inside a dungeon. The gait was strange, too—awkward and oddly relaxed.

Siyoung calmly activated a skill.

[Skill “Deep Eyes” activated. Detecting target’s skills and attributes.]

— Target: Unknown

— Class: Unknown

— Possessed Skills: None

— Notable Trait:

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“…What?”

A person was standing right before him, yet he couldn’t read a single thing. Aside from the “rewarded trait,” nothing showed up at all.

Suppressing his growing unease, Siyoung tugged his hood lower over his face.

Did he hide his info using a unique skill?

Even so, it didn’t make sense. If a concealment skill had been used, the results should have shown as “Hidden” or “Deleted.”

But the only term he saw was that strange phrase—Unknown.

No matter how he looked at it, it was suspicious. Whoever that man was, this wasn’t a good sign.

Acting on instinct, Siyoung formed a spear of ice and pointed it at the approaching figure. Startled, the man stopped in his tracks.

Neither spoke. They simply stared at each other in sharp, mutual wariness. The longer Siyoung observed him, the deeper his suspicion grew.

The man looked young—early twenties, at most. Despite his boyish face, his build was tall and well-toned, clearly someone used to physical exertion.

A physical type? Doesn’t really match that face, though…

At first glance, Siyoung thought his hair was green. It wasn’t—it was silvery-white, now stiff and matted with what looked like green monster blood.

Why anyone would smear monster blood on themselves was beyond him. It was revolting to look at.

A small, pale face framed by sapphire-blue eyes—beautiful, yes, but more in a striking, unreal way. He didn’t look alive so much as he looked rendered—like a character from a video game.

He was holding a long sword in one hand, fresh blood still dripping from its edge.

Maybe his unique skill was related to that sword. Keeping his gaze fixed on the weapon, Siyoung spoke in a firm tone.

“State your name and affiliation.”

The warning in his voice was clear. Siyoung raised his icy spear slightly. The man tilted his head, lifting his brows in mild curiosity.

A flurry of emotions flickered across his face—curiosity, confusion, joy, surprise, and… relief?

Whatever the reason, he looked genuinely delighted to see him. His expressions were so vivid that Siyoung thought, With a face that honest, who even needs skills to read minds?

Even so, the tip of his icy spear glimmered threateningly as Siyoung repeated himself.

“State your name and affiliation.”

After a short pause, the man dropped his sword to the ground with a metallic clatter. Raising both hands in surrender, he waved them around animatedly.

“Wow, this is crazy! I mean, I don’t even know what language you’re speaking, but somehow I understand you? Wait—hold up, I’m speaking your language too? How’s that even possible?”

A torrent of words tumbled out of his mouth, rapid and breathless, as though he’d been holding them back for ages. His excitable tone completely shattered whatever tension had been in the air.

“You said to state my name and affiliation, right? It’s wild, I can literally hear your words in my head! This is insane!”

Even as he chattered away cheerfully, his body language was unmistakably peaceful—he was doing his best to show he had no intent to fight.

Then, with disarming ease, he plopped down to his knees. It was so natural it almost seemed practiced—like someone far too familiar with surrendering. Suspiciously so.

Siyoung’s gaze sharpened.

Is this guy insane?

Crazy hunters weren’t exactly uncommon. Some hid in dungeons to hunt more monsters, or snuck in illegally to plunder loot. Maybe this man was one of them.

“My affiliation? Uh, well, that’s kind of complicated.” The man scratched his cheek. “I guess you could say the Empire of Iberium—but technically I wasn’t born there. Depends on whether you trace by mother’s side or father’s side. Maternal, I’d be from the Eastern Continent, paternal, the Kingdom of Kallian—but honestly, who knows? So, let’s just go with ‘First Division Mercenary Corps of the 81st Monster Subjugation Battalion,’ yeah?”

Siyoung couldn’t understand a word of it. The sentences made sense grammatically, but the meaning was gibberish.

The Empire of Iberium? Kingdom of Kallian? And what the hell was a Monster Subjugation Battalion?

He really is crazy, huh?

He tapped the icy spear against the floor—a subtle warning to shut up. Apparently, the man wasn’t completely oblivious; catching the sharpness in Siyoung’s gaze, he finally closed his mouth.

“Your name,” Siyoung demanded.

“Yurian.”

A simple, ordinary name spoken with a simple tone. Siyoung repeated it quietly under his breath, then bent to pick up the sword Yurian had dropped.

Heavier than expected. Cold to the touch. Up close, the blade was soaked completely in blood.

“Were you the one who killed the boss monster?”

“The what monster?” Yurian tilted his head, eyes flicking curiously toward the sword Siyoung now held like a staff.

Opening his mouth hesitantly, Yurian said, “Uh, you probably shouldn’t hold the sword like that.”

The moment the words left his lips, the blade cracked down the middle. Startled, Siyoung instinctively cast a freezing spell. In an instant, the broken sword froze midair before falling to the ground as a solid block of ice with a dull thud.

“Whoa,” Yurian breathed, eyes widening in pure awe. He looked down at the frozen sword with unfiltered admiration.

“You just—bam!—froze my sword like it was nothing.”

Siyoung couldn’t tell if that was amazement or mockery. Flustered, he glanced down at the ruined blade.

Reading the awkwardness on his face, Yurian waved a hand dismissively.

“It’s fine. You didn’t break it—it was already busted. I cracked it myself earlier, splitting a hellhound’s skull open.”

“…Hellhound?”

“Yeah. There were tons of them over that way.”

He pointed neatly in the direction opposite the entrance. That way would be toward the dungeon’s center—which meant…

“You mean the boss monster?”

“No, no. Not the boss. I’m talking about hellhounds.”

“That was the boss monster.”

“I’m telling you, it wasn’t! Just regular hellhounds—lots of them, swarming everywhere.”

“So that’s—ugh, never mind.”

Siyoung cut himself off. No point arguing with an idiot. Narrowing his eyes, he stepped closer.

The man didn’t seem hostile, but Siyoung wasn’t taking chances. Grabbing Yurian’s hand, he summoned the system interface. Yurian blinked up at him, confused.

“What’re you doing? Why’re you holding my hand?”

Switching between the man’s face and their joined hands, Yurian tilted his head, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. Annoyed, Siyoung clicked his tongue.

“Quiet.”

Normally, viewing another person’s combat log was considered rude—a breach of privacy. But this wasn’t exactly a normal situation.

Since the man wasn’t pulling away, Siyoung took that as implicit consent and swiftly activated his next skill.

[Skill “Combat Analysis” activated. Viewing target’s battle log.]

— Retrieving log data…

[(Unknown User) used skill “Unknown.”]

[Boss Monster received severe damage.]

[(Unknown User) used skill “Unknown.”]

[Boss Monster received severe damage.]

[(Unknown User) used skill “Unknown.”]

[Boss Monster received severe damage.]

[Boss Monster rendered combat-incapable.]

[Boss Monster has died.]

— End of log —

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“…What the hell is this?”

The same sequence repeated over and over. Every time an “Unknown” skill was used, the boss monster took a fatal hit.

Moments later, the record ended abruptly with the monster’s death.

It was bizarre—hardly even a log at all.

“Combat Analysis” might seem simple, but it was an A-rank skill. It always revealed at least the name or level of the target’s skills.

But here? Nothing but Unknown. No data, no structure, no pattern. Completely useless.

Unbelievable. Absolutely ridiculous.

This was beyond suspicious—it was downright absurd. And dangerous. Whatever this man was, letting him wander around freely was not an option.

Siyoung conjured a pair of ice cuffs and snapped them around Yurian’s wrists.

“Cold!”

Yurian yelped in surprise, flailing as frost began to creep up his arms.

Unmoved, Siyoung calmly grabbed him by the collar.

“You’ll need to come with me.”