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

"In the end, it looks like you took turns keeping an eye on him."

"You just have to rest honestly, something good."

'No... that's just not gonna work, is it?

Cals, who could not swallow the five-hour break proclaimed by Remus, decided to take a break while taking turns keeping watch. He could not move another step, though he showed it when he was strong.

"... you really didn't have anything"

"The Dungeon Master guy, you're gonna fuck with us..."

It is correct to say that unnecessary stress was avoided on laboratory animals (guinea pigs).

Seems to have been another stressful one instead.

"Anyway, let's make escape our top priority and act. This dungeon is beyond our control."

"I agree... what exactly are you going to do?

"There's no lifeline at all, and the needle in the magnetic needle (compass) just goes around and can't be used?

"I've been thinking about it... I think I'll have to do something to track the flow of the outside air."

"Outside air?"

"Ah. This dungeon is full of sand and has nothing to show its direction. But only the entrance where we came in is still there."

"... an unreliable clue..."

"Is that all there is now..."

"Not a bad spot to focus on, as long as it takes place."

"Yes, can you?

"I don't know... there was a Theodoram adventurer (idiot) who ran into the" Rock Cave "? Like them, there might be a strange mix of good guys. '

However, it seems that the parties of the Hate (unfortunately) culls were not blessed with good luck or good luck, and were well on the wrong track.

"Was the plan down......"

The footsteps of a row of brave men walking in the desert with their stumps gradually become heavier. That's enough to tell from the edge.

"Um... Lord, hey, all that sand...?

'Did I tell you? The dungeon wall has changed its shape. It also sucks away a little bit of the power to step on when walking'

"They lose power in vain, and the dungeon gains power."

'Wow...'

'Is it a specification that will deprive you of your power just by walking......'

"Well, that's not all I'm bored with, so I've got a lot of ideas."

"Ugh!? What?"

"Terrible wind, dude, sandstorm."

The sandstorm suddenly began to blow away - though it was exceptionally loose compared to what had previously buried the Neils alive - depriving them of their sight, and the culls were stuck.

"Guys, don't get carried away, okay?

Callus speaks out fearful that the party will be broken up, but unfortunately things moved faster.

"What!?

A chunk of sand falling from the ceiling without any warning or warning echoes the ground. Two hundred kilometres is exceeded, even if it is lightly quoted. It is Ichikoro if hit directly.

"No kidding. (huh) Huh!

I was trapped in high temperatures, quicksand, sandstorms and the illusion of being in the desert, but this is an undisputed dungeon. I mean, there's a ceiling (...). An unexpected collapse, a trap-like ceiling.

A line of brave men to the right and left trying to avoid falling chunks of sand. It's just that no one was crushed, but because of the noise and the sandstorms, they had lost sight of each other.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

It was Callus who had managed to raise his voice from earlier to ask whether the members were safe or not, but the fine sand curled up in the wind penetrated the trachea and into the lungs. Still, I was trying to make a voice out of it, but eventually I would scratch my chest and fall.

"Master, what's that?

"I got my lungs covered in fine powder. It's too fine to even cough, so it enters my lungs before I realize it. So it reacts with moisture on the alveolar surface and solidifies. Gas exchange in your lungs... you suffocated because you couldn't breathe '

'I mean... you drowned in the sand because you were so stupid?

'That's odd to say, kite. Exactly.... there are three of us left...'

'No, Master Crowe. Just now......'

The monk's psyche, a temporary member, was in a state of imminent death at that time. He fell while avoiding the falling lumps of sand in death, and was stabbed by a scorpion (sleigh) - a dungeon monster that looked but had a history. Immediately he used the magic of recovery, but it was ineffective. He suffered from palpitations, shortness of breath and dizziness (dizziness). I don't even have a voice to call for help. The voices that shook out their dead power were more than they thought they were their voices...

(... Mr. Cals... Everybody...)

"Have the monks sunk too?"

'Master, it seems recovery magic didn't go through?

"Frey? It's not poison, it's anaphylactic."

'Ana...... what is it?

"Anaphylaxis. Simply put, your body overreacts to foreign objects that come into your body. To a fussy mention in vain... well, a metaphor (say)... it's like having your spit stuck in your throat and dying. I don't know how to say it. '

"Too much noise to stop the heart?

'Technically a little different... well, that's true for the big mess. The substance that caused the anaphylaxis was formulated and planted in a scorpion. The magic of detoxification is ineffective because the substance itself is not poison. Because the magic of healing is what restores health...'

"The body gets better in vain, keeps making a fuss," he said.

"It's a nightmare for a healer......"

"If I get a chance, I'll give you a lecture on allergies in general. If you're a healer, there's no harm in knowing."

"Please."

The other two......