I take a pamphlet like Mr. Kibitzer said. I read over it choosing a low spawning dungeon fifteen blocks away. I use whats left of my money to buy a light meal before going inside.

There are buildings constructed around every dungeon entrance. Reinforced with magic imbued steel and concrete these checkpoints are meant to keep the monsters from spilling out onto the surface if they ever try.

The clock on the wall says it’s three thirty most parties seemed to have packed it in for the day. There is a big lobby around the dungeon’s entrance hole. Big steel doors just like kid killer. I see a few people sitting at tables veterans waiting for someone.

I walk straight towards those big doors. They are the same steps too. A party of armor wearing sword carrying adventurers walk out as I walk in with my t-shirt, jeans and nikes. Just like kid killer earlier today, but now I have the system. I see one of the party members point back at me then make a line across is neck. His friends laugh.

I ignore them I need to concentrate.

When I reach the bottom my senses go on full alert. There are no loose rocks for me to use as a weapon, but there are boulders for me to hide behind. This dungeon is bigger with caverns instead of rooms. The boss is twenty caverns ahead of me so I take a left to avoid him all together.

I fast walk to boulders looking for any monster weapons. This dungeon has goblins, imbs and kobolds each uses a form of natural weapon made by the dungeon. The imbs use a form of fire magic, its low level but it can still hurt me bad.

After a half an hour I finally find a natural weapon. The only problem is is that it’s in possession of a lone goblin. It has a red streak across its back so it’s probably a survivor of a group that got destroyed by some party.

It has a strong grip on it. It’s shaped like a knife that has been chiseled out of stone. After a few minutes of stalking it finally makes a mistake. It set the knife down to pick up some dungeon moss. I rush forward grabbing the knife then I jab it into the things neck.

It went back into the dungeon almost instantly in a black smoke leaving behind a tiny blue orb the size of a marble. I put it in my pocket then continue my hunt.

I hunt down five more goblins sneaking away from big groups of monsters. When I walk back up the steps I see people handing money over to people. I flip them off.

“Hahahaha sorry kid,” one of them calls,”but hay,” he holds up a bag of coins,”I was one of the ones who believed in you.”

I’ve been dungeoneering for about a month now. I moved from the hotel to a small apartment next to the dungeon I go to. Like I said it’s small with only a room and bathroom, but I like it. When I cashed my first orbs in the bank, the gems that drop from monsters, they told me most dungeoneers take it in coin because it’s easier to manage finances that way so that is what I did. I got only a two hundred Files, but It was enough for the down payment for this apartment. Rent is do weekly at fifty Files and they only take three days late then they assume I’m dead. Also you aren’t allowed to walk into the dungeon whenever you want to.

You have to schedule days and then sign in. The lady manning this area chewed me out for it.

I’m schedule to go in on monday through thursday. Today is friday my day off, and the day I actually get dungeoneer clothes. The ones I’ve been using right now have been my street clothes which do nothing when faced with knives. And I’m getting a real knife because this natural weapon is nearing the end of its life.

I walk into the office pushing my way through the crowd towards the shopping section. I’ve learned the best way to move through this knot of people is to just push your way through and stopping for people who are obviously stronger than you.

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When I walk into the shop there is mess of people just like outside. There are signs above each area marking what they sell. I go to the armor section first searching for the scavenger area. The store is laid out like a maze with armor in crates all over the shelfs, sometimes spilling out. There doesn’t seem to be sections just piles of armor where they sit.

I go up to the checkout to see if they can help me. There’s two people in front talking with one of the salesman haggling with the price I go to the saleswoman with my question.

“Excuse me,” I say,”I trying to find some scavenger armor is there a particular section its located?”

She shakes her head.”No sorry everything is scattered around. I can help you find some if you wish.”

“I think that would be for the best-.””Oh Zero it is you!” Says a familiar giant female.

Zenobia stands next to me,wearing her plate armor, with another female looking like her younger sister.”Buying some armor I see the starter set finally worn out?”

“Started set?” I ask.

“You know the set the office gives to starting adventures your coordinator should have told you about it.” She looks at my confused face.”They didn’t tell you did they.”

I shake my head. Now that I think about that would make sense.

“What have you been using for a weapon then?”

I pull out the natural weapon, I’ve been using my belt loops as an improvised sheath.”I got it from a distracted goblin on the dungeon I go to.”

“Damn.” Said Zenobia’s sister.

“JOAN ARTIMISIA! WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!”

“Uhgg fine.” Joan rolls her eyes then goes back to haggling. The sudden outburst makes me take a step back. Zenobia shakes her head then goes back to talking to me.

“Joan is buying her first armor too. It seems like god is putting us at a crossroads yet again.” She looks at the saleswoman.”Do not worry my lady I shall show him to his destination. Joan meet me at the bank entrance when your done.”

Joan just nods.

Zenobia leads me back into the maze of armor.

“How many Files have you acquired from your ventures?” She ask.

“I have six hundred and fifty Files, but I need fifty to pay rent, so I can only spend six hundred.” After my first day in the dungeon it became harder to find lone goblins walking around, I said in the pamphlet that kobolds walk around alone, but they’re deeping in the dungeon which I wasn’t prepared to venture into. So each day I’ve only managed about one to two kills with the cores which are only worth about twenty five Files.

“That should be enough for scavenger starter gear. I believe I saw a set near aisle 4.” She leads me through the maze where people were busy fighting for pieces of armor. The set she showed me was definitely beginner, but it was better than what I had on. The chest piece was designed to only protect the chest leaving my stomach and sides exposed there was elbow armor too, the pants had armor on the knees and the boots were a couple of sizes too big. I wasn’t expecting the goggles apparently their fog resistance and an essentially for any scavenger.

“Did your coordinator not tell you this?” She ask while I tried on the goggles.

“No,” I say tightening the goggles.”I think he wanted me to survive the dungeon before he bothered to explain more to me. Actually tomorrow will be the first time I’ve seen him cense I told him I survived.”

She nods.”I see.”

I pick the armor and go to check out.

“The blacksmith down the hall can set it to your measurements. Thank you for buying at the office.”

I begin to head over to the blacksmith saying bye to Zenobia. The blacksmith is a gruff man with soot all over is body, his office is in the corner with a team of sweepers ready at a moments notice to clean the soot he tracs. It takes him seconds to shrink the boots and fit the other parts more seemily. He said he gets paid by the office so I don’t have to worry about paying him.

I begin walking out of the office wondering what I’m supposed to do for the next three days. Normally I just lay in my apartment because I have no money to do anything. But that gets boring quick. Maybe I can get another job somewhere else to help bring in more money. It will help me out alot.

“Zero!”

Zenobia calls my name. She and her sister walk by me throwing my something.

I catch it examining it balancing the box with one hand. It’s a dagger way better than the one I was given at kid killer.

“I can’t accept this.”

“Who said you are given a choice,” said Joan carrying her own box.

I continue to resist, but I’m thoroughly crushed.

“You are the most persistent pair of sisters I’ve ever met,” I sigh,”Thank you I will use it well. Goodbye.”

“Huh,” Joan says as I walk away.