All Jobs and Classes! I Just Wanted One Skill, Not Them All!

Chapter 250

When the last few soldiers reached the top, Ludger and Cor dropped the barriers simultaneously. The combined impact of mana bullets and pressurized water struck the stairwell below, detonating in a blast that sent steam and stone fragments flying.

The entire passage trembled under the pressure, and for a brief, gut-twisting moment, Ludger thought the ceiling might collapse. But then, silence.

Only the faint sound of boiling water echoing below.

Lucius turned back, chest heaving slightly. “Report. Everyone still breathing?”

A few strained affirmatives followed. Kharnek grinned, wiping water from his beard. “Hah! That’s one way to wake up in the morning.”

Ludger didn’t reply. His eyes stayed fixed on the flooded stairwell below, where faint blue light still flickered in the depths.The labyrinth wasn’t reacting to them by chance anymore. It was defending itself.

Arslan was the first to speak once the noise of the retreat faded and the echoes of the fight finally died down. His tone was steady, but there was a weight behind it, the voice of someone who had seen this kind of pattern before.

“It’s not unheard of for a labyrinth to spawn two different kinds of monsters,” he said, resting his sword against the wall. “But they’re usually related, same core element, same type of mana composition. Golems and sahuagins working together? That’s not normal.”

Rathen nodded grimly beside him, wringing the water out of his cloak. “Aye. I’ve seen plenty of labyrinths across the coast,  most monsters inside follow a theme, a shared element or hierarchy. This one…” He looked toward the stairwell still faintly glowing below. “This one’s mixing two ecosystems that shouldn’t exist together.”

He paused, then added, “And if that’s what happens every time we set foot down there, we’re going to bleed people fast.”

A quiet murmur went through the group. No one disagreed.

“Exploring that second zone won’t be easy,” Rathen continued. “If we keep getting swarmed by both types at once, golems from the structure and sahuagins from the water,  we’ll need a lot more firepower than we have now. Even with Ludger’s support magic, we can’t hold ground down there for long.”

Arslan folded his arms, jaw tight. “He’s right. We go down like this again, we’re asking for corpses.”

No one argued. The truth hung there, heavy as the damp air around them. Freyra shifted uncomfortably, glancing toward the stairwell as if expecting more movement from below. Viola’s usual sharp confidence had dulled to a grim scowl, and even Kharnek’s easy grin had faded. If they weren’t properly equipped, if they went back down just to test their luck — they’d all be dead before reaching the next chamber.

Finally, Lucius broke the silence. “Then it’s decided.” His tone was calm, but his eyes betrayed a hint of frustration. “It seems we’ll need to do more than drain the second zone.”

Ludger looked at him. “Meaning?”

Lucius exhaled slowly, running a hand through his damp hair. “Meaning we’ll need reinforcements, mages, engineers, proper heavy combat support. And that means sending word back to the continent.”

That drew a few uneasy glances.

“Which brings a whole new set of problems,” Rathen muttered.

Lucius nodded grimly. “Exactly. We’ll be trading one kind of danger for another.”

Arslan smirked humorlessly. “Monsters in armor instead of scales.”

Lucius almost smiled. “Something like that.”

The group fell silent again. The only sound was the slow drip of water from the ceiling and the faint, distant pulse of mana still radiating from the depths below.

For now, retreat was the only sensible choice. But everyone there knew it, this labyrinth wasn’t going to stay quiet forever. When they came back, it would be with an army, or not at all.

In the afternoon, as the sun dipped behind the horizon and the air cooled, the entire expedition gathered outside the labyrinth for a full council. This time, it wasn’t just the core team,  everyone who’d come to the island was present: Lionsguard, Ironhand Syndicate, Silver Talon knights, engineers, and mages. The firelight flickered across their tired faces, the sound of waves filling the pauses between voices.

Lucius stood at the center, the map of the archipelago spread out on a broad table of carved stone. “Alright,” he began, his tone carrying over the quiet murmurs, “you all saw what we found. The second zone isn’t just flooded, it’s active. Golems and sahuagins working together. Whatever’s causing that, we can’t handle it with what we have here.”

He turned to Varik, who had been silent until then, arms crossed and expression unreadable.

The Imperial commander exhaled slowly. “Then allow me to make a proposal,” he said, voice firm and deliberate. “The Senate has resources far beyond what any of our houses can muster alone. If I bring them our findings, the mana cores, the runic schematics from the golems, and proof of the hybrid ecosystem, I can secure enough heavy equipment and reinforcements for a full dive expedition.”

Rathen raised an eyebrow. “And how long would that take?”

“A few months,” Varik admitted. “Between bureaucracy, transport, and preparation. But with the data we’ve gathered in just these first few days, I’m confident they’ll see the value. This labyrinth isn’t just another ruin. It’s something new, something that could change the Empire’s understanding of the labyrinth itself.”

Lucius considered it for a moment, then gave a slow nod. “It’s risky. But he’s right.”

He turned to face the crowd. “We’ve already hoarded far more mana cores than we ever expected. Enough to fund the next expedition and still have reserves to spare. For now, it might be wiser to slow down on the labyrinth exploration and focus on what’s sustainable.”

He tapped the map near the first island. “We’ll leave a small team behind to clear the first floor periodically. That will keep the sahuagins from multiplying and escaping into the sea again while also gathering mana cores. Now that we know where those creatures come from, containment has to be a priority.”

Kharnek grunted in agreement. “A steady cull, then. Makes sense. Keeps the monsters sharp and the men sharper.”

Lucius nodded. “Exactly. The rest of our forces will redirect to bridge construction and coastal defenses. The faster we complete the southern span, the better our position will be once reinforcements arrive. And while the labyrinth waits, we focus on the other major threat.”

He glanced toward the sea,  toward the dark horizon where the waves hid something massive beneath. “That giant sea beast that destroyed our ships. If it’s still out there, it could tear apart the bridge the moment it senses movement. We can’t afford that.”

Rathen folded his arms. “So our goals are clear, hold the labyrinth, finish the bridge, hunt the beast.”

Arslan gave a small nod. “And live long enough to see all three done.”

A faint ripple of laughter broke the tension, but it didn’t last long.

Lucius’s voice lowered, resolute. “This is no longer just about exploration. It’s about survival, and preparation. If we’re going to face whatever’s at the bottom of that labyrinth, we’ll need more than courage. We’ll need the full strength of the Empire behind us.”

The firelight flickered as the meeting ended, casting long shadows across the gathered soldiers.

As the sun sank toward the horizon, Ludger stood alone on the beach, his boots half-buried in cool sand. The ocean stretched before him in endless gray-blue ripples, each wave tinted gold by the dying light. The faint crash of the tide was the only sound, steady, rhythmic, indifferent to everything humans built or lost.

He didn’t move for a long while. His eyes stayed fixed on the horizon, on that dark line where sea met sky.

There was a quiet irritation simmering under his calm expression. Not the hot kind that burned out fast, but the deep, coiled kind that stayed in the chest, the kind born from unfinished business.

They’d come so far. Built bridges, fought through swarms, faced storms and monsters and labyrinth traps. And yet, they had to retreat before reaching the truth buried below.

He clenched his fists lightly. “Tch.”

He’d known from the start that clearing a new labyrinth wouldn’t be simple, but the reality still left a bitter taste. Even with Gaius, Arslan, Lucius, Rathen, and all the other specialists, it hadn’t been enough. They’d barely scratched the surface.

That was what a real labyrinth was. A test designed to break strength, patience, and pride alike. He sighed, his breath fogging in the evening air. “So that’s the difficulty level, huh…”

It wasn’t frustration with the others,  not really. It was with himself. He’d gotten stronger than most adults already, learned techniques that people older than him would kill for. But it still wasn’t enough. Not even close.

A faint whoosh echoed nearby, the sound of air splitting under a blade.

Ludger turned his head slightly. Down the shoreline, a figure moved against the sunset, cutting through the glow like a flicker of gold and steel. Viola.

She was barefoot in the surf, her hair whipping with the wind as she practiced alone. Each swing of her sword split the incoming waves apart, her earth-attuned mana hardening the air around the blade until it sliced the water cleanly in two.

Every strike was precise, angry, and beautiful, the sea itself responding to her rhythm.

Ludger watched for a moment, recognizing the same emotion in her movements that he’d been feeling in silence, restless annoyance, the need to push past their limits.

They’d both faced the same realization today. That talent and preparation only went so far.

That the labyrinth wasn’t a test of skill — it was a wall. One that would only fall before overwhelming strength. He let out a quiet breath and looked back toward the horizon. The water reflected streaks of crimson and gold, like molten glass.

“She’s annoyed too,” he murmured.

And she was. But like him, she wouldn’t complain. She’d train, fight, and adapt until she was ready to strike back at the labyrinth, just like he would.

The tide came in and washed over his boots, cold and grounding. Ludger didn’t move.

They both knew what came next. They just needed to get stronger,  strong enough to force the labyrinth to reveal what it was hiding.

Arslan’s heavy hand landed on Ludger’s shoulder with a solid thump, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Careful there, Luds,” the older man said, voice carrying that familiar mix of teasing and warmth. “You keep staring at the sunset like that, and people will start thinking you’re trying to look as cool and mysterious as your father.”

Ludger gave him a sidelong glance, frown immediate and unimpressed. “That’s not exactly something I aim for.”

Arslan grinned, teeth flashing under the fading light. “Good. I’ve already filled the quota for brooding warriors in this family anyway.”

Ludger snorted faintly, the closest thing to a laugh Arslan usually got from him, before his gaze drifted back toward the horizon. The sea rolled quietly under streaks of amber and violet light, but the weight in his chest hadn’t gone anywhere.

Arslan noticed, of course. He always did. He folded his arms, his expression softening slightly. “Listen. I get it. We didn’t come all this way just to turn around halfway through. But that’s how these things go sometimes. You don’t always win your fights in one swing.”

Ludger didn’t respond right away, and Arslan continued, tone more even now. “We’ve got to pull back, regroup, and let Gaius finish his work. We can’t keep everyone camped here for months. The guild needs to stabilize, the bridge’s still half-built, and…”

He tilted his head toward Ludger, smiling faintly. “Your mother will probably want proof that we’re still alive before she turns half the coast upside down looking for us.”

That earned him a quiet sigh from Ludger. “...Yeah. That sounds like her.”

“Exactly. So we head home, reassure Elaine that her husband and son didn’t drown in a hole full of fish-men, and then we come back smarter.”

Ludger nodded slowly, the weight in his shoulders easing a little. “Ironia and Yvar are probably drowning in paperwork by now too.”

Arslan laughed, the sound booming over the soft crash of waves. “Hah! I’d pay good coin to see Yvar’s face when he realizes how many reports he has to file for this mess.”

Ludger couldn’t help but smirk at that. The two stood there a moment longer,  father and son, the ocean reflecting streaks of fire and silver before them.

Arslan clapped him on the back once more, this time gentler. “Come on, lad. You’ll have plenty of time to look stoic and annoyed on the way back. Let’s not keep everyone waiting.”

Ludger exhaled, one last glance toward the fading horizon. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

As they walked back toward the camp, the tide came in, erasing their footprints in the sand — the sea reclaiming what little trace they’d left behind on that long, unfinished day.

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