Sweat fell down his face, and Darren gulped instantly—"Kaff! Kaff!" His saliva got stuck, and he coughed violently as he fell to the ground. "Haha!" He then laughed uncontrollably at such an embarrassing situation.

Darren slowly stood up and gathered his thoughts. He just saw a "Dungeon", he assumes, eat 2 people like it was alive. "Oh my fucking god... this world... it just keeps getting better."

He inched his feet outward subconsciously before retracting back and turning around. "Anyway, should I tell this to the guild?" He scratched his head as phantom pains gathered.

Following the markings from the trees, returning to the corpses of rabbits and the town was easy.

Never in his entire life would he have thought a dungeon would come alive and eat people. That was just... it just didn't make sense.

The gate Darren exited from didn't have guards at the bottom. However, if you look at the top of the city walls, there are some stationed soldiers. Darren couldn't hold his curiosity, so he signaled the guards.

After a few seconds, they went down the sides and 2 guards met him. "Is there a problem?" One asked.

"Uh... I don't know how to say this..." Darren raised the corpses of rabbits.

"Oh, you're a new adventurer? You can just sell those corpses to the guild." The same one answered.

"No, no, no, not that." Darren shook his head.

"Then why did you raise the rabbits?"

"I don't know!" He laughed.

"Relax, don't yell, so what is it that you wanted?"

"Well... I just thought I should report that some adventurers were eaten by a… dungeon…" Darren tilted his head to the left.

The three guards went silent as they pictured the 4 adventurers who went out from an earlier time. Their mouths were left open like their souls were sucked out of their bodies leaving a shocked expression imprinted on their faces.

After a few seconds, their eyes suddenly regained life and they all smiled as the same guard spoke, "That's just normal for adventurers, don't worry too much about it." The guard tapped Darren's shoulder and they turned around, almost passing the stairs to the top of the city walls.

Wow... that... okay... so... they're like me... but human. Darren groaned and released all his thoughts into the air. He walked back to the guild with his hunts as the sky changed to the color of the sun.

Darren pushed down his hand on one of his pockets and placed a crumbled piece of paper in front of the receptionist. "Welcome back, did you just finish your first quest?" The receptionist asked and slightly opened the crumbled garbage.

"Did you just see someone die?" She said after Darren's blank stare into the void.

"Ah! Ah? What? Oh yeah, these are the horns. Some of them have the horn plunged in their stomachs because I realized far too late that I didn't have a bag to put them all in."

"Hahaha!” She laughed… hesitantly as she stared at the pitiful rabbits with their own horns stabbed into their body. “Don't worry about that. Thanks for your work. Please wait a few seconds, and I'll give you your reward."

Darren stood still while his mind randomly drifted away. He has seen many corpses in his life, and this one didn't even have it... that thought lingered in his mind, though it was more of an interest than fear.

A corpse shows one is dead, but disappearing means one… is gone.

"Here are 2 copper plates." It sifted from her hand to the wooden platform.

"Thank you." He bowed and stored them all in his pockets.

"No problem, it is kind of late outside, so I advise you to take another quest tomorrow."

"Yeah, I will. Oh, by the way, can I ask something?"

"What is it?" She smiled.

"I just wanted to ask if dungeons are alive..."

"Oh dear, did you witness a party getting eaten by a dungeon?"

"Yes…"

"Poor you, you're too young to see such a horrific thing."

Why… can’t it even be that? Darren tightened his fist. "Can you explain to me why that happens?"

"Why do dungeons eat people?" She asked and Darren nodded. "I'll keep it short, dungeons are incredibly dangerous. Once you enter them you are left with two choices, destroy it... or die."

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"Wait, so you can't even leave the dungeon?" Darren asked and the receptionist shook her head. "That means," He looked at the quest board, as it was already late, not a lot of people grouped up in the middle, everything was clearly visible and the first thing he saw was.

A-Rank

Classification: Dungeon

Collect a dungeon core

Reward: 10 Gold Coins

"But it's kind of unappealing?" Darren commented on the rewards.

"Oh, well it's cause that's just the reward for clearing it, the items within are much more valuable." The receptionist replied.

"Well, thank you."

“Also, 10 gold coins are already a lot.”

“I guess… well, thank you again.”

"No problem! Also, don't dwell on people's death too much, and don't you even dare try to go inside those dungeons."

Darren nodded again and exited the guild. He looked around and like it was fate, the kid from before was right there, giving people requests.

On the other side of the street, the kid was shining someone's shoe. Using a piece of dirty cloth, he rubbed and rubbed while the man tapped his other feet. After a few seconds, he kicked the kid and threw a piece of deformed copper coin, like it was melted and chewed on.

"People are harsh here huh," Darrel said.

"Ah! Sir, no, no, I just didn't do my job properly, I have to get this cloth clean you see. Anyway, do you have any questions for me?" The kid carried himself up the floor, not even wiping the dust that covered his pants.

"I was just looking for some inns."

"Oh! I know a really great one! Just go to the other side of the city and look for the biggest building, it's quite expensive though." The kid replied.

"Hm... well thanks, go wash yourself okay."

"I will!"

Darren left and walked slowly on the street. Just like what he had witnessed, the city may have been lively at the start but as soon as the sun set, the less people there were.

It made him feel unimaginable cringe, but as he witnessed many people stationed at specifically dim spots of the street, it couldn't be helped. However, he just laughed it off until some screams were heard to his right.

Darren took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. Once he released it, his smile disappeared and he hurried his steps. He wasn't a hero, he was just... whatever it is, he was just a passerby, a possible victim.

It took a couple of minutes till he was able to reach the other side of the city. However, he could have just taken the many stationed carriages that had suspicious people driving them. To avoid being robbed or anything, Darren just ignored them.

As soon as he turned to the left, that tall building the kid said was like a yellow-colored grass twice as tall as the others in a grass field.

He still wasn't able to let out a proper smile, but Darren went inside the colorful building, lights blinding you in one step. What he saw left him speechless with his mouth wide open.

The kid didn't tell him about the best inn in town, he told him about the town's only brothel. Four women were dancing on each pole on the first floor while people threw coins at the bottom. I... I't... I... juss... why- why is there a strip club? Like just why?

"How many days would you like to stay, Sir?" Said a beautiful lady a foot smaller than him. She wore extremely revealing clothing similar to a bikini while holding a circular black serving plate.

That's not even... that's fucking- ugh... Darren stood still gathering his thoughts while the lady just stared like a little demon trying to suck all your money away. "I heard that this is the best inn..." He bobbed his head, trying his hardest to move from the word, "In... town…"

"Ah yes! Of course, it is, well it is quite expensive, for many different reasons." The girl tried to advance to his shoulders with a wink, but Darren walked passed her, avoiding the sexual approach..

"I would like to stay in your most expensive room, unbothered," Darren said in a monotone. His eyes wandered at the exposed skins of the women despite his will. I knew I should have prepared for this too. Just why in the-

***

"FUCK DO THEY HAVE A STRIP CLUB! I get that brothels existed before, but not in bikinis... at least I think they were not. My GOD! I had such a good time this day, in another world where supposedly systems exist, and dungeons, and I could kill... oh my god, so many things."

After distinguishing his fuse, Darren was able to get the penthouse equivalent of this world and also some really good meals. It wasn't as grand as the penthouse of Earth, nor did it have anything like a pool or an overview of multiple buildings, but it did have a few similarities.

"Hah..." Darren flipped his bag upside down, draining all the coins in his bag. For his preparation in another world, he knew money would be the most essential.

Darren had a simple blue colored bag that was a little tougher and heavier than normal ones. Despite its bloated appearance, the bag didn't actually have much. From a simple set of medieval clothes to a knife, rope, and some canned foods for when he misses Earth.

But there was a reason why it was extremely bloated. Multiple gold coins fell off the wooden desk, scratching the wooden floorboards and some even passing through. "I thought I wouldn't even be able to scratch this... but... it seems like I would…"

He then paused and looked around at the scattered gold coins on the floor. "Okay... uh... I don't know why I did that... man... they went so far!"

The penthouse of the inn, also known as a “One Hundred Golden Coin Suite”, was huge... to say nonetheless. It has its own kitchen, bathroom, living room, and two bedrooms with one being personal and another designed in bright arousing pink and violet colors.

After a few minutes of picking up the coins he had just randomly dropped on the floor, Darren placed his bag under his bed and finally laid down. "Ahh!" It was like laying down on fluffy clothes.

"..." He stared blankly at the ceiling while rubbing the soft cotton of the bed. "I knew I should have taken my blanket."

***

"Tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow..."

"This city..."

"Will be ours…”