Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 103: Journey through the Sewer Tunnels

The creatures relentlessly slammed against the barricade of rubble, the sound of their monstrous roars and thunderous crashes reverberated through the air, enveloping the surroundings with a chilling symphony of impending danger.

Lynn stood amidst the chaos, his mind racing as he witnessed the situation. Each collision sent shockwaves through the debris, causing it to quiver and shudder under the onslaught.

Cracks began to form, spider-webbing across the stones that blocked the entry like fractures in fragile glass. It was a tangible sign of the impending breach, a countdown to the unleashing of chaos once more.

Lynn recognized the urgency of the situation and understood the need for immediate action. He aimed to discreetly infiltrate and penetrate the sewer tunnels to confront the actual mastermind orchestrating this mayhem.

However, successfully navigating through the horde without being detected would present a formidable challenge. The sheer number of individuals would make it exceedingly difficult to go unnoticed.

But he already had an idea brewing in his mind. "If I want to successfully navigate past them, I need to find a way to divert the monsters' attention," he pondered deeply.

That's where the role of the sheriff and his men came into play. Lynn knew that if they could effectively draw the creatures' attention and engage them in combat, it would create a perfect diversion, allowing him to slip through undetected.

Lynn's sole role was to facilitate the dispersion of the horde into the expansive underground chamber. While doing this, he had to ensure that his actions didn't attract any unwanted attention.

His gaze swept across the shadowy surroundings, meticulously absorbing the intricacies of the chamber's layout. With unwavering focus, he scrutinized every feature, his eyes tracing the contours of the walls, seeking anything that could aid him.

In this environment, Lynn couldn't rely on his flashlight, as it had been entrusted to the sheriff, they needed it more than him. The faint glow of the remaining flames from earlier provided him with just enough illumination to see.

Suddenly, his eyes locked upon the ceiling, right above the entrance of the collapsed tunnel. It was as if a bolt of inspiration had struck him, igniting a brilliant idea within his mind.

Without hesitation, Lynn summoned forth the power of his class skill, known as [String Threading]. Several thin yet durable threads formed from spiritual energy erupted from the tips of his fingers.

With astonishing speed and dexterity, he swiftly maneuvered the razor-sharp strands, guiding them upwards toward the stone ceiling. With each calculated movement, the threads effortlessly pierced through the solid surface, firmly anchoring in place.

Utilizing this intricate web of thread, he ascended, defying gravity itself, until he found himself suspended directly above the barricade of rubble. From this elevated position, he had a commanding view of the entire chamber in this concealed vantage point.

With everything ready, Lynn immediately directed a few more taut strings toward the mass of rubble, skillfully maneuvering them to slice away a calculated portion.

Each movement was executed with precision as if performing a surgical procedure. The deliberate cuts targeted specific sections, systematically weakening the structural integrity of the barricade.

After each incision, Lynn could sense the tension building, a palpable anticipation in the air. And then, in a climactic moment, a deafening crash reverberated through the chamber. The relentless pounding and the weakened state of the rubble finally reached its breaking point.