Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

The scent of rotten leaf, heavily seated, curls up to the face like a spider web. Dungeon, an old dungeon full of dust, made the illusion that a bug would stick to its skin just by going in, making any adventurer hesitate to come in from the entrance.

"I'm going in."

We have entered the dungeon at the forefront of the ruthless Elise. A cold wind blows from the inside. In that cold death, I was tense from the dog's side. I can't help but feel the power in my hand.

"I can't see anything. I have to turn on the lantern."

"What's with the oil?"

"Wait... you can put it in here."

The interior of the dungeon was dark with no light. It was fucking dark. There was not a single light. Less than 20 seconds after entering, Copson pulls out the lantern. That's why I didn't come down this morning at all. It will come in the middle of the night or in the middle of the day.

I had to rely entirely on the lantern to secure the watch, since I didn't even have the sun in my basement.

"All right, we need to start a fire."

I split the oiled burner and set the lantern on fire. The lantern was lit with orange light, creating a neat, medieval atmosphere.

"Oh, orange light! It's orange! You see that? Barbarian! The light is orange!"

"Hey, take it easy."

Copson shouts with joy for no reason to know what it means. This bastard is not normal. Perhaps the ominous magic of the dungeon caught him with madness.

Anyway, we relied on that little light to get down to the basement. Constantly follow a staircase made of stone. Without knowing what's going on out there in the dark...

It was then.

"Argh!"

"Fuck!"

Mary, who was following me, grabbed my shoulder with a sudden scream and threw up her initial howling greed. Raid! I quickly turned around and grabbed Meria's shoulder and sent her behind me.

"What a bitch!"

and threats him to the enemy with a knife pointed at him. Copson and Elise also approached each other with their hardened faces, aiming their weapons.

"What, what's going on?"

"Ambush?"

But there was nothing in the back. I looked around slowly because I wanted to be a flying monster or a distant color monster. There was nothing I could see, even if I was exploring enough to lose my eyesight.

I looked back at Meria and asked.

"Well, what is it? Maria. What's going on... Nothing? You wouldn't call it a ghost, would you?"

I was the scariest ghost in the world. 'Cause they can't ring,' cause they look cool in their own way, but I'm just a fucking coward. I've always been scared of ghosts. My hands and feet began to tremble less. I heard that Undead is appearing and there are ghosts too? Ghost will also be included in the Undead.

"Oh... sorry."

"Huh?"

"I got caught in the foot..."

"Ah."

Meria said she was ashamed.

I feel like I have overreacted to the rest of them because they are too tense. Rather, I began to be more ashamed of myself than Meria. I made a loud noise on purpose to threaten the enemy...

"The sound of the clamor was overwhelming. I'm going to believe it."

"Damn it."

"If it's not a big deal, let's go back down."

I went down the stairs again. I don't know how much it came down because I don't have a watch, but I wanted to come down some depth. As she was going down with a little tension, Meria spoke behind her back.

"There."

"Huh?"

"I... just thanked you."

She said thank you very much. What did I just thank you for? All I've done is curse with a loud voice and slash my sword in the air.

"You reacted as soon as I yelled and pulled me out. If I had a real enemy, it would have saved my life."

Meria seemed to be grateful that I had reacted immediately and pulled her out of my back. It is common sense to protect an injured comrade during combat. I didn't think I'd be thankful because it was half-reflective.

"Ah, that's it. With something like that. I wanted to see you scream and get your ass kicked out. We should send the wounded to the rear."

"Thanks anyway."

As I went down to talk like that, I finally saw the end. Did you only arrive on the ground floor now? It was significant in size, and it was exactly what he said. Incredible depth. Probably dozens of meters down.

"This looks like the ground floor."

"I think so."

The ground floor was very spacious. It was like a huge cavity as I looked around with a lantern in my hand, shining a light. Even if you open the market with the left plate here, it's the Great Pope. Despite being so deep underground, it was enormous.

"Are there any traces of other adventurers?"

I searched the floor feeling a little overwhelmed. All the consumables used like this seemed like traces of other adventurers. Not so long ago, he seemed likely to be friendly with other parties during the expedition. I didn't see any reusable or monetizable items among them. Unfortunately, it's all rubbish.

"Umm... There are so many cleavages?"

"I will."

It looks like the ground floor has a circular structure, and there are 14 other entrances that go down the basement, roughly counting. In other words, this was a waiting place. A resting gateway before entering a full-fledged dungeon.

"There are 14 entrances."

"Where should I go down?"

"I don't think it really matters where I go because I have 14."

I don't know what we know, but I think it's okay to just stab anyone and go in. There may be a trap, but we don't know exactly where it is. I don't think there's any way to get in.

"Sister Elise. Where would you like to go?"

"... well."

However, I asked Elise, who was clearly the most experienced of us. But she didn't seem to have any ideas either.

"Our church's lucky number is 4, so what about the entrance number 4 on the left? I'm attracted to you."

I can never agree that the lucky number is 4. In our culture, 4 is used as a number for death. There's no such thing as Korean superstition in this world. Copson didn't seem to care much, and Maria counted the number of entrances.

"You'll be fine. Let's go that way."

"One, two, three, four. Is this it?"

At Elise's word, I chose Gate 4 and went back to the deeper basement. I didn't go down that much this time. Shortly after, he arrived on the second floor of the basement, and it seemed like a passageway that stretched out to both sides, not a huge room.

"Here we go again. Left or right."

I want to record the path I've been on. Seeing that the path stretches sideways, all of a sudden, it turns into a labyrinth-like place. Indeed it will be. I don't think it's a dungeon. It was common sense to be the immediate maze of dungeons.

"Anybody draw a map? I think we should draw a little something like a road."

"Let me draw it. Leave that part to me."

"Oh, thank you."

The map of Elise has a lot of curiosity, but only if you can recognize it.

Since there was no left-hander in the group, it was agreed to go to the right. That's how I went all the way to Ozon, so it wasn't long before I had a split again. This time it was three-way. Straight and left.

"Wow, you got another crack?

"Completely labyrinthine."

"Isn't this fucked up?"

I had a gut feeling I was fucked. This dungeon was a complete maze.

Once there are three options. One of the peculiarities is that in the case of a straight line, it was a way down to the ground again. Already on the 3rd floor, where is the end of this dungeon?

"If there were monsters in this hierarchy, we wouldn't have seen them. Maybe you should go down to the basement."

Elise was right. I couldn't find a trace of monsters on the first floor, and I couldn't see them on the second floor either. Perhaps the adventurers who came first have cleaned up the monsters at the beginning of the dungeon.

"Let's go down. Copson, what's Lantern's status?"

"But I've written a few minutes. With this much oil, we could use a few more hours."

I literally moved towards the third floor. This time it was the stone door that welcomed us. The party members stare at each other and nod. The door was only opened after the four of us had joined forces. Opening this door alone will not be possible without a dizzy rookie.

"Hmm... is it a room? There's a lot of rooms."

A lot of rooms on either side of the road when you open the door. Is this place actually some kind of ancient high school? Maybe it's the same place the soldiers were waiting for. Each room was small enough to be thought of as a solitary confinement, and there were traces of rotten furniture and boxes.

"This is better than the inn I usually live in."

"What kind of pig cage do you live in?"

"I've been saving up for a lot of these things lately."

Living in a palace was just like me or Copson. The group said a word about it. Maria pulls her head out and looks at the room, and Elise looks at the wall and the ceiling.

"Hm-hmm... what is this place?"

"It smells like a place where people live... but it's not like a prison."

"It looks like the lifestyle of our church. I guess there's nothing in particular about the Ancients. Probably where people used to live. Seeing that they were all loyal... Hmm, what kind of people were they?"

The room seemed to be dozens of them on either side of the road. But it's where people used to live, so don't you think there's something rolling? Ancient books or living things. I have no doubt that if I could find such a thing, I would make a shot.

"Let's search the rooms one by one."

"Yes."

"Got it."

We started the search in the first room on the left. In fact, it would be nice to run two joules and search both sides simultaneously, but unfortunately there was only one lantern. I could shine light with Elleigh's holy light magic, but I had to leave it for emergency use.

"Nothing in particular."

"Hmm... I don't see any useful signs."

There was nothing different. Nothing worth the money was secure, and there was little to see except rotten timber. There is no income different than expected. Maybe this is where other adventurers left off.

It was when such a boring search followed.

"Fuck Ernie, what is this!"

A scream burst out of my mouth. I was as surprised as I was and almost flew home.

"Did you find anything?"

Copson asked. I pointed to the front with my less trembling hands.

It was an old treasure chest.