Chapter 71
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Caster's party had to squeeze through a small opening the miners had created. After they passed, the opening was sealed, leaving only a small head-sized hole.

They were instructed to communicate through this hole and to knock on the wall in a Morse code-like pattern to identify themselves to the miners on the other side.

Guards were stationed outside to ensure the miners' safety. The adventurers had a map and were tasked with slowly clearing the tunnels of monsters.

Working alongside other adventurer teams, their goal was to eliminate the monster infestation, though the duration of the mission was uncertain.

Each team was given simple clocks to track their time inside, ensuring they did not stay longer than five hours.

A blue sphere of light illuminated the tunnel. Wide enough for three people to walk side by side, the tunnel featured small railroad tracks on the rocky floor. An empty minecart sat on the tracks, likely used to transport iron ore and minerals.

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