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DanMachi: How did my dungeon turn into a Soulslike game?

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Transmigrating into DanMachi, I arrived in Orario. Evan always felt that the Dungeon he visited was somehow different from everyone else's. Corner ambushes, Mimics, and the absolute classics: the Capra Demon's Dogs and the Anor Londo Archers. The sheer amount of malice packed into it was honestly hard to stomach. But it didn't matter. Evan: "What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger!!" And so, many years later... ... The Black Dragon: "I finally broke the seal of the Dragon Valley, only to bump into Orario's number one expert. His stats were god-tier—he was an absolute monster. I gave it everything I had, but I still couldn't win. What the hell? Who raised a freak like this?!" The Dungeon: "Yeah, who knows..." (looks away guiltily)
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