Silavin
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The day after their first indulgent Jasted Eat-All-You-Can Tour, Ize and Hal set off for the Dungeon, sticking to their plan. Nine days remained before their rendezvous with Fieda. In the meantime, they decided on a routine: two days exploring the Dungeon, followed by one day of rest. But there was another goal in mind — testing whether the two of them, without backup, could reliably hunt a Blood Bear on the fifteenth floor. As they approached the Portal Room on the first floor, Hal turned to Ize…-
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The next morning, Ize and Hal emerged from their room not in the garb of travelers or adventurers, but in crisp, well-kept attire. “Should we get some nicer jackets?” Hal asked, inspecting his sleeves. “It’s about to get cold for real,” Ize replied. “We’ll need them. Do we have enough money?” “Fine for now — we’ve still got plenty left from what we exchanged at the Heroes’ residence in the royal castle. Plus, there’s the bounty… But the deposit from Bezbaro…
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The moment they stepped out of the Dungeon, the warmth of the sun washed over them. Though the Dungeon’s interior was well-lit, the daylight brought with it an undeniable sense of relief. It was still early afternoon, and only a handful of adventurers lingered near the Dungeon’s entrance. Ize and Hal crossed the wide plaza, retracing the steps they’d taken that morning, and approached the exit gate to complete the formalities of leaving. “Still too early for dinner,” Hal said, glancing…
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Naturally, the weapons and armor they needed varied depending on the Dungeon floor where they planned to operate. In narrow, rocky terrain and corridors, compact weapons were ideal, while floors swarming with enormous Mystic Beasts demanded heavier arms with greater attack power. After some preliminary research, Ize and Hal felt confident their current gear would suffice up to the fifteenth floor. Still, the prudent course was to consult an expert for reassurance. Etta, as a Jasted-born innkeeper who…
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The Sage’s Table, the inn where Ize and Hal were staying, stood a little farther from the Guild than most adventurers might prefer. But for those aiming to dive straight into the Dungeon without a detour, its location was ideal. “There’s a Guild outpost near the Dungeon entrance,” Hal noted as they walked. “We can use that when we’re tackling the Dungeon seriously.” “Got it. Oh–” Ize’s voice trailed off as they neared the Guild. She suddenly stopped, her gaze…
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Clack, thud. Clack, thud. Walking with crutches really is a struggle. Clack, thud. Clack, thud. Ahh, what a long staircase. Clack, thud… I can’t just linger here at the top forever. Right. One step at a time. “Ichikawa Izumi, you were meant to take the stairs instead of stepping into the elevator.” One step… at a time… “Ichikawa Izumi, you were destined to fall from the top of those stairs and lose your life.”…
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Horsebuses rattled in and out the city gates, their wheels rolling in different directions throughout the sprawling districts. The Adventurers’ Guild lay close to the city center, so Ize and Hal boarded a horsebus to skirt the residential quarter near the towering walls. As the bus trundled along, the streets grew livelier, thrumming with people in simple, practical clothing. The residential lanes gave way to a bustling district lined with shops hawking daily goods and foodstuffs. Ize felt a…
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Perspective: Zoddoa Zoddoa stood before the wooden vats, each towering to his eye level, his gaze fixed and unblinking. His thoughts churned like turbulent waters. If he took a saw to them now, the vats might splinter unpredictably, creating leaks that would ruin the entire project. But to dismantle them and cut each piece individually? That would devour precious time, time he couldn’t quite afford to lose. And yet, cutting corners was unthinkable. His pride as a craftsman…
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“Sorry for the wait.” “Mm-hmm. Feeling nice and warm now? Here, let me dry your hair.” “Oh, thank you.” It had been three days since they left Bezbaro. They had passed through a town along the way but chose not to linger, pressing forward without stopping. The reason: they wanted to enjoy their new bath to its fullest. Nothing more, nothing less. “Hal, your wind’s messed up my hair.” “This is tricky. I’ve dried most of the moisture, but not all, you know.…
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