Chapter 20: Big Mud Energy

The door rumbled open, and the chamber beyond stretched wider than anything they had seen yet. Moss dripped from the walls in thick curtains. Pools of stagnant water bubbled like cauldrons.

At the far end, the swamp itself rose up.

A towering figure of mud and reeds formed, glowing eyes like lanterns, fumes hissing from every crack. In its massive fist was a log the size of a tree trunk.

The Lesser Swamp Golem was gone.

This was its older brother.

The crystal pulsed smugly:

Encounter Initiated: Boss – Swamp Golem (Greater). Difficulty: Deadly. Attempt: 32.

***

The adventurers froze.

“That’s… bigger,” Leo whispered.

“Bigger target,” Bert said, already hefting his cleaver.

Harlada groaned. “Bigger problem.”

The golem let out a roar — a blast of swamp gas that rattled the moss on the walls.

Bert squared his shoulders. “Okay. Same plan as before. Leo webs it. Harlada freezes it. I smash it.”

Leo frowned. “That failed every time.”

Bert grinned. “Third time’s the charm.”

“This is the fifth time,” Leo corrected.

“Exactly,” Bert said proudly.

***

The golem raised its massive log and lumbered forward. Each step shook the chamber.

Leo’s web shot out — and immediately dissolved in the fumes.

“Ah,” Leo said flatly. “New variables.”

Bert roared, charging anyway. He swung his cleaver at the golem’s ankle. The blade stuck in the mud and refused to move. The golem barely noticed.

It raised its club high.

Harlada sighed, raised her hand, and snapped her fingers.

Lightning crackled down from the ceiling like the dungeon itself had been waiting for it. It lanced through the swamp golem in a blinding arc.

For one glorious second, the entire chamber turned white.

When the light faded, the golem was gone. Nothing remained but a smoking crater and a faint smell of roasted compost.

***

Silence.

The adventurers stood blinking, hair standing on end.

Leo coughed. “Well… that was… efficient.”

Bert’s jaw dropped. “Wait, you can just do that? Since when?”

Harlada flexed her fingers, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Since the gem.”

The crystal pulsed reluctantly:

This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.

Attempts: 31. Encounter Cleared. Reward Generated.

***

A pedestal rose from the crater, glowing faintly.

Reward: +1 Gem. Assigned: Random.

The gem dissolved into Harlada.

Her eyes widened. “Oh… oh my.”

The crystal pulsed again:

New Ability: Levitate. Requirement: Intelligence-based.

She lifted a hand. A faint shimmer rose around her boots, and suddenly she was hovering a few inches above the mud.

Bert’s jaw dropped. “She can fly!”

Leo corrected him immediately. “No. She can hover.”

Harlada wobbled, drifted sideways, and gently bonked into a mossy wall. “…Shut up.”

The crystal pulsed smugly:

Achievement Unlocked: Floaty Mage. Reward: None.

The swamp below hissed like laughter.

***

The smoking crater still hissed, the last of the swamp fumes curling away.

Bert was already wading forward, cleaver raised like a shovel. “Loot check!”

He hacked into the golem’s smoldering remains. The mud parted with a squelch, revealing a tiny pouch. Bert ripped it free and shook it proudly.

Currency Acquired: 10 Bronze Coins.

“Ten!” Bert gasped, eyes bulging. “TEN! We’re rich!”

Leo frowned, adjusting his cracked glasses. “Correction: ten coins divided by three is—”

“Rich!” Bert shouted again, stuffing the pouch into his belt.

Harlada sighed and crouched near the far wall, where a smaller lump of mud still steamed — the Lesser Swamp Golem’s splattered remains. She poked it with her staff, and another, much smaller pouch flopped out.

Currency Acquired: 3 Bronze Coins.

Bert snatched that too. “Thirteen! Even richer!”

Leo pinched the bridge of his nose. “That is barely enough for a single potion.”

“Correction,” Harlada added, smirking. “It’s barely enough for me to buy a potion while you two starve.”

The crystal pulsed smugly:

Achievement Unlocked: Mismanaged Finances. Reward: None.

Bert hugged the pouches to his chest like a dragon guarding its hoard. “Doesn’t matter. We’re rich.”

***

Cycle Rewards Distributed. Progression Now Available.

The pedestal sank back into the muck, its glow fading. The chamber rumbled as the walls shifted.

From the far side, three doors rose in sequence.

The first was dull bronze, tarnished and unimpressive.

The second gleamed with polished silver.

The third blazed gold, runes flashing in proud arcs.

The crystal pulsed smugly:

Cycle Complete. Choose Your Path. Bronze. Silver. Gold.

Bert jabbed a finger at the golden door. “That one. Always gold. Gold means treasure. Gold means victory.”

Leo shook his head, quill trembling. “Incorrect. The dungeon tracks our performance. Repeated failures lock higher tiers. We are statistically limited to Bronze until competence improves.”

Bert frowned. “So… because we suck, we can’t have silver or gold?”

“Precisely,” Leo said primly.

Harlada glared at the glittering doors, sparks dancing between her fingertips. “We’ll see about that.”

She lifted her hand and unleashed a crack of lightning straight into the golden sigil.

For one glorious second, the chamber blazed white.

Then all three adventurers collapsed in smoking heaps.

The crystal pulsed smugly:

Attempt: 32. Achievement Unlocked: Idiots Can’t Shortcut. Reward: None.

They reappeared coughing swamp water in their cages.

Bert groaned. “I still say gold.”

Leo rubbed his temples. “Bronze. We open bronze, we survive bronze, we repeat bronze. That is our life now.”

Harlada spat a puff of smoke, hair still frizzed. “…Fine.”

The bronze door yawned open, darkness spilling across the chamber.

Together, they stepped forward.