It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

I thought everyone nodded, but one, he's leaning his neck.

"Brew...... Can you see anything?

"There's a door... there is, isn't there?

When Brew says that, everyone stares at Brew, so he's a little under pressure.

"Oh, wait. Actually, I can see the door, too."

It's not for everyone, and Brew and I have something in common. In this case, 'Divine Arts' is in me, Brew, and Lina. That's...

"I think this is a godly relationship..."

I guess there's "prayer" or not. I point out to Liz that it's around here, but it feels like I'm going through 3D footage, and I'm a little surprised through it.

"Sorry. I don't feel it, and I can't see it in the first place... I just see rock skin...... but"

I answer Liz's words by pushing the door. Amazingly light given the appearance of heaviness, the door opens all the time with a rinse. At the stage where it eventually opens up, there is a surprising voice coming from behind.

"Suddenly a staircase appeared......"

The stunned voice of the lot.

"It felt like a trap, too."

Stunning voice of chat.

The downstairs stairs open a black mouth.

By the way, I personally make a certain hypothesis. 'Divinity' grows because I strongly hope I don't want to lose someone dear to God. That's how "prayer" grows by talking to Dissia via "divine art". Anyone with 'prayer' that ever existed had 'divinity' without exception. This door is probably the first kind of door where a person who has healed people can appear in dialogue with God in that way... Speaking of which, many people who served in the church also had low 'theology'. Has it grown at a stage where we have come to repeat our words of gratitude to God...... This world priest does not exist, but I wonder if the 'prayer' holding has actually assumed that position.

"Chat, is this the dungeon?

"No...... I've never been in a situation like this...... Probably equipment for self-defense made by researchers. I've never seen a door hidden in a way that doesn't come..."

Maybe there are more than one kind of dungeon. Dungeons that cannot be fitted and that use existing disposal facilities and dungeons prepared by God. I guess this is the latter......

"Well, the door opened. What are we gonna do? Go back or go back. I think it would be a good idea to attack if God prepared something. At least I want to make sure until I decide it's out of my control. If it's out of your control, we're going to buy you some time to retreat with massive sorcery."

When I tell them that, they all think about it. When I tell her we should discuss it, everyone gets together and starts talking. Did you get it together if you talked enough, Lot opens his mouth toward this one?

"This is my first opportunity. Let's dive."

I look over at the same thing that snorts at the words, and I snort back. There seems to be nothing different about Brew either.

"Well, let's move on"

I feel the wind lightly the moment I try to get through the door. It's the wind blowing from inside the door. The moment you go inside, the air turns into a refreshing object. Somehow, like a clean room or a data center server area, does it feel like air conditioned, completely managed, unscented, and clean air?

"Oh, the smell's gone"

Liz and the women turn into relieved faces, but they smell their clothes and look disgusted. The smell on the cloth would not fall inside.

Kind of reminiscent of the building's emergency stairs, down the stairs. The walls around me are stone built, but they are nicely sized like blocks, and there are no gaps in the gaps that even razors can't get into. The surface also remains beautiful.

"But how many years did it exist here... It's beautiful."

Like by accident, Rossa squeaks. I agreed, including me and Brew, so I nod back. When you get down for the third floor, you go out into something like a aisle. There, the passage itself emitted a pale light, weak for reading, but with a sufficient amount of light to move around. Looking at the azimuthal magnetic needle, the needle is moving, so I know the direction...... I know, but it's disgusting that the needle that flutters until it calms down when it moves normally stops. I definitely feel like God is doing something. Turn off the pine lights once and leave the lantern on spare only.

Keep the lot ahead of you and ask your chat to find out if there are any traps, then move on. It goes on while making maps, but since there are no side roads, it is a simple map. After a short walk, a voice comes from the lot.

"Goblin-like signs...... 8 to 10 about a hundred meters away"

Yeah, I noticed that too...... I mean, every human being with 'vigilance' would have thought...

"With regard to goblins, it appeared abruptly...... I don't know why, but let's deal with it first."

Everyone starts to prepare weapons for the words of the lot. A hundred meters away is like a slightly larger room, with eight goblins, wandering around. There's no shield, so I give up the unintentional hitting and stick Liz, Dollar, and Lina in the lead. The goblin I noticed here wields his weapon, but the heavy-duty opponent has no pain or itching. As soon as the fia jumped out from behind and began to annihilate, the battle itself was over. But Goblin's body, which is supposed to stay later, bogged down to lose its contour and disappears hiccups.

"Ah...... This... what..."

Chat whispered and whimpered remained strong in my ears.