Dungeons for the Devil, Dungeons for the Core (Book Version Title: A Different World Dungeon Made with the Devil)

The brave Kate was on her way back to the abominable land. It was decided that we should aim to rendezvous rather than act alone, than to become certain that we had strayed from one another. The trio had made the same decision, but they were lost on the road because they came running down a complicated, branched path to the dark clouds. It was relatively easy to return, as the path that Kate came through was fortunately devoid of troublesome branches.

At the end of the kite, where the sword was lifted in one hand, a light appeared.

"Stop! Who!"

"Is that voice Kite? Are you all right?

"Duncan! What about everyone else?

"No, it's just me. What the hell happened?

They talk about the situation so far, but the content was pretty much the same - I don't know what it is.

"If I'm not in a hurry to make a scene..."

"No, I'm not wrong about Kate. I also felt a strange headache and tremor. If it had stopped like that, it would have killed him."

After consultation, the pair decided to continue along the path that Kate had come. It was determined that going to the original land was a waste of more time than it was even unclear whether the other faces were returning to the land, or whether they would be traced (to) the path they had come before. In the first place, it is not even clear whether the land itself leads to the escape route. I didn't choose the path that Duncan went through because Duncan himself confessed that he wasn't sure that many branches could go back. Wishing the other fellows well, the two move on.

"It's getting a little wider... but you're starting to smell weird. What do we do?"

"I can't help going back. Let's proceed with caution. For the obvious odor, it may be more legitimate than the ground just now."

The identity of the odor is oil. I failed to attract volcanic gas, but there was an oil reservoir in a certain part of the dungeon - something that could not be abundant - so I thought of a trap that used it. Even when it comes to traps, I just dug a few thin ditches in the aisle and spilled oil. A little natural gas was also obtained at the same time as oil, so I put it in a bag of flammability in disguise in a rock. Honestly, the oil odor is too obvious, and it's like a buck to see if it catches me.

"Shit! It's a bunch of cave bats!

"Weak but poisonous! It's a hassle eating paralyzed poison in a dungeon like this!

"It's narrow and I can't swing my sword! I can magically clean it up all at once! Fireball!"

"Whoa! That stupid brave man, more importantly, blew a fireball off in a small room with oil on the floor!

'Wow... it's a sea of fire on one side... Oh, natural gas? Something like that sparked a packed bag.... exploded one after the other... awesome'

"Damn it! I knew it was a trap!

'No, if you think it's a trap, weigh yourself down. What are you thinking, brave man?

"Master Crowe, the brave warrior Taruen is in his courage. It's not wisdom or depth of care. '

'Now is a good time for a fool to be surrounded by flames. Hurry up.'

Because of Crowe's magic, Dungeon Core Romulus and Remus were long on their ability to manipulate the dungeon. It seems as though Crowe's "broken dungeon" skills have been partially delegated, allowing him to move the dungeon floors and walls freely. We can block the aisle walls and disguise them as nothing, open the passages that were blocked opposite them, and conceal magic within the dungeons. Needless to say, it is also because of this ability that a line of brave men lost sight of their way home.

Following Crowe's instructions, dungeon floors suddenly rise everywhere. The two of them who accidentally disrupted the scaffolding can't help but escape. Burning flames consume oxygen and deprive the brain of its work.

"Ah, the wall actor fell with his leg taken"

'All right, drill a hole in a position with your torso. Let's have him stand upside down in the hole.'

Duncan slips from his head into an inadvertently drilled hole. It was disastrous that he was wearing heavy armor, and he couldn't get out of the hole. In time, a lit oil pours into the hole, wrapped in flames from head to head. The two legs that were jumping out of the hole had been around for a while, but eventually stopped moving.

"Waha, you're a very dog shrine. Good for you, Mr. Skekyo. '

"Master Crowe, what is Skekyo?

Kate ran. I ran with no flanks. There was no loose ends to turn around.

So it was long after I realized that Duncan wasn't here.

"Oh, no, Danka, where are you?"

The call of kite sounds empty. It's forbidden to raise your voice in the dungeon, but I couldn't afford to worry about that right now. Kate flutters and moves forward. I'm not going back to that flaming hell. Duncan must have escaped safely, too. You must be safe because you're wearing metal armor. I told myself so, and once again, Kate wandered the dungeon. Not at all, in heavy footsteps.