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

When the merchant left the empty house with several vigilant magic props around him, he made a small use of it in a corner of the garden. It's time to go in mid-May, but the evening still cools down accordingly. After completing the small use and shaking one thing, he tried to return to the empty house by letting his head (Kobe) patrol (around) as it was...

"... what happened...?

Soon there will be a deep mist around, and I don't even know where I stand.... No, I didn't lose my position, I literally lost my original position (...). I was clearly standing in a different place than I was a minute ago. The reason it was confirmed in the fog is simple, because the empty house that should have been there has disappeared.

It may not be a substitute for this, but a slightly larger house is being built on a slightly distant slope.... Somehow, I also felt it resembled a house I saw outside an abandoned village... but when I reviewed it again, it seemed to be another building. It's definitely not as old or damaged as the empty house I saw out there.

"... I don't feel bad..."

One of the reasons merchants were allowed to continue their journey alone was in their native exploration. When danger is likely to come upon us, it will probably be known in advance. He has lived to this day relying on the inquiry, and the inquiry has never betrayed him.

It's not just that I'm telling you that there's no danger... I don't feel like there's something in the house. Sounds like I'll be able to get back to where I started in a while, but I can't come to this place again... I feel that way too.

"... this guy... is a bet..."

But where I lost the bet, I wouldn't be taken to life. The man who decided so stepped into Xu's house when he braced his guts.

'Okay. It was a little forceful, but you succeeded in pulling in without being suspicious'

"Master, is that, like, dungeon magic?

"There were no transfer traps on the ground yet. After locking on, the dungeon metastasis led to (hinge) folding. Well, it's close to backgammon. '

We had planned to have a transfer trap - remotely able to turn it on and off - installed in an abandoned village on the ground if it were meant to be, and possibly move it to an underground dungeon, but at the moment those traps are unimplemented. Moreover, since it is an actuation test this time, it is necessary to ensure that the dungeon is drawn (without folding). That's why we stomped through forced metastases by Dungeon Magic.

"The fog seems to be working properly too."

"Oh, that's right?

'Oh, that fog is making me work to weaken my guard. The evidence that was working said that the out-of-season fog suddenly covered the area, but would have gone into the abandoned house without any suspicion'

"As long as it takes..."

"If you ask me..."

"Sounds like you're thinking about it."

"Ma, let's try to get you to stick with the exam a little bit more"

"... but... that's so foggy that it's rare this time of year. I didn't think the fog was standing and caged all the way inside the house.... this house feels strange somewhere too. It's been going pretty far since I got in, but I can't get to the back at all..."

I feel strange somewhere, but some things are like strange reassurances. I don't know... I feel confident that I won't be harmed.

"It looks like there's nothing wrong with indoor transfer traps."

"Dear Lord, the mist just sits in the house and cages..."

He seems to have had some discomfort, too.

"I thought the effect of fog would mislead me..."

"I think I actually blew it..."

'But if you look inside through the entrance and there's a fog standing in the house...'

I thought he might be hesitant to come in.

"Uh-huh... that's a challenge for the future."

"... the house doesn't feel that old, but the attention of people is like nothing. It feels like they left me unattended for a long time... there are traces everywhere like there have been people before now... On the other hand, there are no household tools..."