"Speaking of which, I didn't hear your Lord's name. Non's name is Aria. I worship you as the legendary Demon King, but good!
"I'm Richter - was I really the Demon King? Then those four..."
"Non's loyal servant. I didn't tell you, but I appreciate you bringing me back to life with Noh."
Aria thanks her as she did at last.
I didn't get a chance to talk, but those four seem to be Demon King's people, too.
I guess he's quite powerful because Aria trusts him quite a bit.
Finally, Richt also understood the seriousness of what he did.
"First of all, let's rebuild [Distopia]. It's been a hundred years, but the shape itself seems to remain intact."
"Distopia......? Is that about this dungeon?
"Bye. What are you hiding? This is the dungeon with the alias Killing Adventurers. I made it pretty sturdy, so it looks like it could still be used."
Aria talks as she touches the wall, nostalgic for the past.
As a former dungeon master, he seemed simply happy that after a hundred years he still remained.
From now on, we will invest in rebuilding this old dungeon.
As a former adventurer, it's arguably a contraindication to be involved in rebuilding a dungeon, but it's not Richt who cares about that.
Vengeance on the human world meant that, on the contrary, it was so full of motivation.
"That said, what am I supposed to do to help? Fighting power is human, right?
"Are you nuts? Why don't you go out of your way to fight the Lord?"
Aria slaps Richter in the back with a pacin.
"Non is buying the Lord's abilities. Just so you know, some guys seem to be compatible with your lord. You don't have to specify a specific area."
"Realm... there must have been a few of them, but those four are protecting them, right?
To Richt's question, Aria shook her head vertically.
But Richt has to catch on to this answer.
I know the size of [Distopia] from the fact that it came on its own in the deepest part.
Protecting a dungeon this size, just four of us, was clearly understaffed.
"Uh, was there anything unusual about those four?
"Hmm? Speaking of which, I always looked tired. I told you I barely had time to sleep."
"That's right..."
Oh, my God.
[Distopia], alias the Adventurer Killer, was a super black dungeon.
They're so busy dealing with adventurers that they can't even get time to sleep.
Still, the four livestock souls who do not complain are praised, but it is clear that they should not remain so.
I couldn't say if it wasn't because of it - that I was once dead.
"I think you should review the placement once."
"Really? Then Richter will discuss it with him."
"To?"
Thus, Richter went to the four men to investigate.
Today will be the day to be told off with the first reform of Distopia.