Dungeon Reset

“Wow, is that the Quercus? ”

After attacking another dungeon and returning to the niche area for a moment, Dongmin opened his mouth when he saw a distant wooden giant.

“Awesome. I've never seen a monster that big before. It's not some apartment... ”

Normally, the interior of the dungeon was hidden by cloudy fog, so it was normal to not see exactly.

But Quercus is so big and tall, it can be seen from afar, as it rises through the fog.

“I hope we don't have to kill the Beast Forest now, right? ”

“What? How am I supposed to catch him? It's too big to light a fire. ”

“Phew, I'm glad you've got it covered. The difficulty of the first dungeon has increased tremendously. ”

Participants who had already raided the forest of the beast made a loud noise sweeping their hearts.

But...

[The dungeon will reset.]

“What? You've already attacked? ”

The Forest of the Beast was overrun much faster than they expected, and the surviving participants began to enter the breach area one by one.

And then something strange happened.

Kugu...!

As always, an earthquake strikes and the forest of the beast begins to return to its original form.

The ruins are restored and the dead monsters are revived.

In the forest that had become naked, grass and trees began to grow again.

Then something happened to Querkus, who had never been moved with him.

Cough!

“Kissing bowl!? ”

While taking a long nap on top of it, Kissinger was furious and wandered around.

Surprisingly, the size of the Quercus was dwindling as the forest was restored.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss! ”

Udodododo!

At this point, I started running towards the top of Quercus with a twinkling eye.

It was a chance to climb to the top.

Lugal, who is watching him with his arms crossed from afar, mutters.

[Glug? I didn't even think of this. Is the wrath of the forest retreating on its own?]

The dungeon reset returns everything to its original state.

It becomes the 'thing that never happened'.

It was like turning back time.

Not replanting the tree, but the trees that had been cut down and uprooted were coming to their rightful place.

And so was Querkus.

But...

Querkus wasn't completely lost.

I lost my reason and just stepped back for a while.

When the forest is destroyed again, the wrath of the forest will come again before him.

Cough!

At the end of the last trench, Rugal fills his tongue, confirming that Querkus hides his appearance without a trace.

[Glug. Lucky guy. No, is this really going to work out by chance?]

Luggal's eyes suddenly become serious, muttering to herself.

As we witnessed with Serpa this time, if we're lucky, we'll be good at it.

[…… you didn't expect all this from the beginning and cut down the trees, did you?]

Luggal couldn't help but notice the face of the flabby one who always fainted.

* * *

“What? Quercus is gone? ”

[Oh, dog!]

[…… It can't be true.]

Hearing the news, Rugal's face became Kim San looking at his favorite jungle and rabbit like he was running.

Jungdown sweeps his chin late and mutters with a serious face.

“Hehe, I knew this would happen. Everything is as planned. ”

[……!]

Rugal opens his eyes.

[Glug!? I didn't think so. I thought so.]

[You're lying. must have planned it.]

[…… gurgling.]

Jungdown bursts into laughter.

“Hahaha! Now I can cut down the trees without worrying! ”

[When were you worried? Use all the timber you've gathered this time, you woodcutter.]

Half the Forest of the Beast is already piled up in a pile of essentials.

Thanks to this, he has been consuming more trees lately.

“What do I do? I can't use less wood!" ”

He is troubled by happy thoughts.

Trees were really useful materials.

Burn them and use them as firewood.

and chopping chopsticks.

Make more toothpicks.

“Good. Let's make some charcoal this time, shall we? I found a lot of oak this time. ”

Charcoal is the best wood.

It is also called "charcoal" because it is a lump of carbon made of wood. When charcoal is used instead of burning wood, it increases fuel and heats up heat.

Among them, hardened oak charcoal is commonly used.

It was because if the wood had been lightly burned, more ashes would have come out than charcoal.

Why do you need charcoal all of a sudden? If you use sunstone, it will increase your firepower, right?]

When the rabbit tilted his head, he replied confidently.

“To eat charcoal ribs, of course. ”

[……!]

The scent of charcoal was the best seasoning, the only drug allowed in the dungeon.

The charcoal-grilled meat was inexhaustible.

* * *

In order to make the right charcoal, he started making the kiln.

“The point is to keep the heat from escaping at all. ”

Virtuous.

He built a giant tomb of dirt with the Shadow Servants.

[It's all good, but why make it here?]

Myao.

You hear Serpa's annoying voice behind your back.

Charcoal kilns were being built in Arachne's attic.

I had the audacity.

“In case you get bored with memory. And at best, there's no heat loss in making it indoors. ”

At first, he tried to build a heavenly temple, but there was already a forge there, so if you add one more brazier, it could get that hot.

Moreover, the underground smoke in the cleft temple will not escape well, and the cleft temple was frequently visited by others.

And instead, the Alpha strongly disagreed that the war was getting more chaotic.

[Are you out of your mind to build a brazier in the living room?]

“Serpa, I'm fine. I like to watch stuff like this. ”

Myao.

Serpa's gagging memory was a frowning expression because he wanted to make it together.

Thinking about it, it was not only the sincere ones who liked to make things, but also the witches.

But Serpa was the reason we couldn't do it.

Since then, he's been a total memory stick.

Holding it in my lap or in my arms, I tried not to fall away for a moment.

The memory was stuck, so I had to hold him and stroke his head against him.

Serpa grunts pleasantly at the same time, staring down at him with an unfair look.

[I warn you, if you blow a single speck of dust into your master's room, I won't let you down.]

[So picky. They'll evacuate to the bridge when they get up there anyway.]

It was a rabbit that supported the downward side.

Recently, this dungeon has been reset.

Soldiers are not yet coming up the tower to kill the memory.

No, actually, I already tried to get up there.

But before that, Serpa went down first and slaughtered all the soldiers.

It's thanks to the cement he placed on the top of the tower by Jungdown.

It didn't just stick, it also used the 'set a trap’ skill to make it resettable even if it breaks.

There was no one to go up to the top of the tower, so nothing would break if I went down.

And at that moment, Serpa became one with Arachne's tower in a true sense.

Suhoshin, Totem, and Command.

It didn't matter what I called you.

He was able to roam freely through the shadows of the tower and protect his memory.

[I will protect you from now on. No one will climb the tower without my permission.]

Myao.

Lugal lost his place in the image of a baby cat watching out the window with an equally lively eye in the memory's arms.

[Glug, suddenly the dungeon's defenses are perfected.]

This ensures that the memory is perfectly safe.

Usually Arachne, the Spider Queen, guards the tower.

After the illusion magic unfolded, Serpa saved the memory instead of Arachne.

But for the participants coming here, it was surprisingly similar in difficulty.

It was because Serpa killed and destroyed the visions of the villagers instead of Serpa.

Moreover, Serpa has experience with dungeon helpers, so he has the ability to bully participants at a reasonable level before attacking the dungeon.

[…… Could this be another coincidence?]

As Rugal looks down at the crowded gaze again, he sweeps his chin with a meaningful expression.

“Hehe, it can't be. Everything is going according to my plan. ”

[…….]

Now Rugal was confused about what was real and what was not.

But, of course. What do you think?

Bleeding.

Rugal never seems to resent that silly little bluff of a Jundown.

This was never about the charcoal ribs.

[Kuaak! It's hot, it's hot! Your kilns have warmed the master's attic! What are you going to do?]

Serpa, the grumpy one, has been on my nerves for a long time, but how about that?

“If it's hot, get to the bridge!" ”

“Oh, no! I want to keep watching. It's fun making charcoal. ”

The memory is already smiling brightly, with a lot of black on its face.

Lugal doesn't return to his stage and doesn't leave the tower for a long time because he's so pleased to see it.

This was never...... about the charcoal ribs.

Seriously.

* * *

[Cough.]

It was a wait without regret.

Naturally, charcoal ribs were mad food.

Excitement that cannot be expressed by words that only people who have eaten can share with each other.

As soon as I put it in my mouth, Lugal lost his mind the moment the melting wildness touched his tongue.

And when I opened my eyes again, the dishes in front of my eyes were already empty.

It was amazing that I didn't chew even the plate.

[Glug. It wasn't the food of the world.]

“Whoa, that was really good. This is what happiness looks like. ”

The memory also touches its belly and makes a satisfied expression.

I felt a strange feeling in his appearance.

"It's amazing every time I see it. How can fantasies eat food? Do you think memory is anything like a helper? ’

Magic, indeed, was not an understandable area of the brain.

The memory looked down and carefully asked.

“But, brother, you said you had to go see your colleagues. You've been here too long for me, haven't you? ”

“No, it wasn't you, it was the charcoal. ”

I meant it.

As soon as the answer popped out, the memory greeted him.

“Thank you for saying that. I think he's really considerate. ”

No, I meant it.

Rather, the memory was curled up and helped me complete the charcoal kiln faster.

Even the memory did what it didn't tell it to do.

“If you leave some wood, I'll be making charcoal here from now on. Come and get the charcoal whenever you need it. ”

“Huh? Can you really do that? If it is, it's me. Thank you! ”

[Yes, we're looking at a very nasty scene where we have a 10-year-old working.]

The rabbit denounces the devil.

“Huh? No. I had so much fun making charcoal this time. I don't usually do anything. What do you want to play alone in the attic? Burn some charcoal.”

It was the moment when a charcoal-making witch was born on Fog Island.

The problem was coming back here when charcoal was needed.

There were no fixed coordinates on the ever-floating island of fog, so the gate could not be installed.

Even so, there was no altar left.

However, the problem was surprisingly easily solved.

Myao.

[That's no problem. I will engrave the fixed coordinates on my statue. Then we can open the Warp Gate.]

“Huh? Is that it? ”

[Have you already forgotten? I created an automated system throughout Stage-4. I just need to keep the island coordinates locked down here.]

Flash!

Serpa inscribes fixed coordinates on his statue, mounted on the top of the tower, frightening to the end of his words.

It allows you to open warp gates like an altar.

[Okay, are you done?]

The expression on Serpa's face, who had done absolutely nothing, was truly nothing.