The three doors pulsed before them, gold blazing bright, silver gleaming faintly, bronze sitting dull and unimpressive.

  Bert folded his arms. “Easy choice. Gold. Always gold.”

  Harlada tilted her head. “That feels… obvious.”

  “Exactly!” Bert said, puffing his chest. “Obvious means correct. We’ve been through seals, zombies, frogs, penguins, and spiders. Finally, the dungeon respects us. Gold is for winners.”

  Leo tapped his quill against his notebook, calculating imaginary probabilities. “The logic holds. Gold signifies highest value. Silver is secondary. Bronze is consolation. Ergo, we advance through the gold door.”

  They approached together. The gold door towered above them, light spilling from its seams in golden rays. Bert pressed both palms against the shining surface and shoved.

  It didn’t budge.

  The crystal screen pulsed overhead:

  Access Denied. Epic Tier Entry Only.

  They froze.

  “…What?” Harlada asked.

  Bert shoved again, face reddening. “Epic tier? I’m epic! Look at these muscles!”

  Error. Party Rank: Pitiful.

  The lava below hissed as if laughing.

  “Okay,” Harlada said slowly, turning to the silver door. “Maybe it’s a trick. Maybe silver is the real path.”

  Leo nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes. Silver has historical precedence as a holy metal. Second place in competition, yes, but still valuable.”

  They moved to the silver door. Harlada pressed her hands against the cool surface, whispering, “Please, please be right.”

  The crystal screen pulsed again:

  Access Denied. Hard Mode Tier Required.

  “Hard mode?” Harlada repeated.

  “Hard mode?” Bert echoed, fuming. “We’ve died fifty-eight times! How is this not hard mode?”

  Difficulty Detected: Incompetence. Classification: Easy.

  The text sparkled smugly before fading.

  Leo’s jaw clenched. “Statistically insulting.”

  They all turned slowly toward the last door. The bronze one. Scratched. Tarnished. A streak of green patina down the middle like a stain.

  Bert scowled. “No. Absolutely not. Bronze is for losers.”

  “Bronze is for us,” Harlada muttered.

  The crystal screen chimed, words etching themselves in the air:

  Access Granted. Easy Mode Sustained.

  With a groan of stone, the bronze door swung open. A draft of warm air spilled through, carrying with it the smell of old iron and dust.

  “See?” Harlada said, trying to sound brave. “It’s fine. Bronze is fine. Totally fine.”

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  Leo scribbled notes furiously, his handwriting angrier than usual. “This is an insult to our progression. A statistical slap in the face.”

  Bert dragged his cleaver along the floor with a sulk. “If there’s a boss in there, I’m stealing all the gems.”

  The bronze doorway yawned wide, waiting.

  The crystal screen pulsed one final time before fading:

  Warning. Boss Chamber Ahead. Good luck. (You’ll need it.)

  They exchanged a long, uneasy silence.

  “Pre-boss pep talk?” Harlada suggested.

  “Strategy meeting,” Leo corrected.

  “Smash first, questions later,” Bert declared.

  The lava burbled in smug agreement as they stepped into the bronze path.

  ***

  The bronze door rumbled shut behind them, sealing the three adventurers in.

  The room beyond was unexpectedly calm. A circular chamber of stone stretched wide, lit by torches that burned steady blue flames. At the center stood three pedestals, each holding a basin of shimmering liquid.

  Harlada’s eyes widened. “Healing pools.”

  Leo nodded, scribbling instantly. “Classic pre-boss mechanic. Limited-use restoration. Highly efficient.”

  Bert was already dunking his face into the nearest basin, gulping down glowing water like a dog at a trough. His burns faded instantly, scars vanishing.

  The crystal screen pulsed approvingly:

  Party Restored. Attempts: 58.

  Harlada dipped her hands delicately, frostbitten fingers mending in seconds. She let out a relieved sigh. “Finally. Something that isn’t trying to murder us.”

  Leo swirled a sample in a vial, labeling it meticulously. “Alchemical properties: unknown. Potential side effects: under observation.”

  Once restored, they turned toward the far side of the chamber.

  A massive door loomed there, twice the size of the bronze entrance. Strange runes glowed along its edges. From behind it came a faint sound: low breathing.

  “The boss,” Leo whispered, adjusting his notes with reverence.

  Bert cracked his knuckles. “Time to smash.”

  “Wait,” Leo snapped. “This requires planning. Coordination. A battle of this scale cannot be approached without strategy.”

  He began pacing in a tight circle, quill scratching furiously. “First, we determine likely archetypes. A bronze boss implies entry-level challenge. Possible outcomes: oversized rat, weak elemental, or poorly equipped humanoid. We will establish ranks, designate support roles, prepare fallback positions—”

  “Boring,” Bert interrupted.

  Leo glared. “Necessary. Bosses always contain phases. Without proper formation, we will collapse during enrage timers. Therefore—”

  But Bert wasn’t listening. He had already marched to the door, cleaver resting against his shoulder. He planted one hand on the bronze handle.

  Harlada raised both hands in alarm. “Bert, wait! Let Leo finish!”

  “Yeah, no,” Bert said cheerfully. He shoved.

  The boss door swung open with a groan.

  The chamber beyond stretched wide and bare, its floor marked with concentric rings like an arena. At the far end, barely illuminated by the torchlight, stood their foe.

  A single goblin.

  It blinked at them. Yawned. Then scratched its belly with the tip of a chipped spear.

  The crystal screen pulsed:

  Boss Encounter Initiated: Bronze Challenger. Difficulty: Easy (?). Attempts: 58.

  Harlada’s jaw dropped. “That’s it? That’s the boss?”

  Leo’s quill shook in his hand. “No. This is a trap. It must be a trap.”

  Bert grinned, hefting his cleaver. “Finally. A fair fight.”

  The goblin raised its spear.

  The lava far behind them burbled like a laugh.

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