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

The culls who lost their people early. The footsteps in a row are heavy. That's not the only thing they lost.

"... this whole labyrinth is a quicksand trap..."

"I don't think I can even rest in the open..."

Yes, they were a must for adventurers… they were deprived of the opportunity to rest. And even more...

"I don't know how to withdraw..."

"Either way, it's just sand..."

To the dsaxa escaping quicksand, all three life lines had disappeared. No matter what Remus did.

"Are you not allowed to stop and rest?"

"It's like strangling with cotton."

"Maybe I got buried alive early and got it right..."

I won't be here for three days.

"No, I'm not gonna take that long."

"Yes, there are still exam items left."

The sand began to gather spookily in the sight of the calluses, who proceeded without a place.

"What!?

"Be careful! A monster!"

The sand that has become a huge chunk eventually begins to take the shape of a person.

"This is..."

"Golem!

Sandgolem. Though it takes on the figure of a person, its body is sand, as with the quicksand earlier. The appearance of a person is tentative, so it is nothing where one or two hands, feet or necks have been lost. I can replenish and regenerate as many materials as I want from around.

In other words...

"No! No blow, no magic!

"Damn it, there's no hitter!

The fool came at me with a push.

"Yes, thanks to you, you can recover your magic."

"... Um, Master? Hit me, that sand...... '

'Ouch. The walls of the dungeon have changed shape. Absorb and deactivate the added energy as is'

"You'll only gain strength for the attack."

'Wow...'

"No! Let's retreat!

"Oh. Can you hang out with such a monster!

"Correct, then there is..."

'Yes. It's pointless here in the' quicksand labyrinth ''

As Remus' ominous prophecy suggests, the sand begins to gather again in front of the Kars who thought they had succeeded in leaving......

"Argh! Again!

"Shit! Over there! We're getting away that way!

"No... wherever you run, it's all sand, so you realize it's no use."

'Master Crowe... careless, but this is interesting'

'Oh, it's like a mole slap... oh? We're going that way, huh?

"Ah!? Mr. Remus, we're splitting up, right?

"Ho ho... this is inside..."

It is the undead who look at the obedient demons who are perfectly pleased - the situation of each base is shown on the monitor sub-screen - with a flashing look.

'No... I didn't care for the Cals bastard...'

"It's pathetic to be toyed with so much..."

In anticipation of a time when the Frequent Submissive Devils enjoyed themselves, Crowe declares the end of their enjoyment.

'Okay, we're done playing. If you crush it early, you won't be able to do the rest of the exam.'

"... Your husband, he seems to be dying already?

'... have we done too much? Give it a rest.'

The culls on the screen are already falling down with no power left to move a finger.

'But Master, don't you think you can't rest?

'Hmm... Remus, can you do something about it?

Remus, who was told, was also baffled, but for now I tried to move the surface of the sand and write the letters.

"A Five Hour Break Better Than Now"... then you're making a fool of yourself!

The wide vague labyrinth echoed the screams of the brave (culus).