We slept nice, we figured the chances of more people ambushing us in the night were very low, so we allowed ourselves the leisure of sleeping on the dirt and getting a cold.

But I didn’t get colds here for some odd reason, must be the system at work yet again. Either way, I was a fan of that, I still felt incredibly cold in the night but just powered through.

Our day wasn’t anything special, we killed some Bullywugs and Scarecrows, we didn’t meet any other people and everything was going fine and dandy, no arrows to the chest, no knives thrown at us.

I even leveled up, I was now at level 4, Jeremy remained a level 4, but he was getting close, no doubt about it.

Once Jeremy did level up, we would escape this place and hopefully we could beat the boss at the end of the dungeon.

“How much XP left?” I asked.

“Uhhhhh.” He ran some quick calculations in his head. “76 I think, we’re very close, don’t worry.”

“We only need a scarecrow and a Bullywug, we can get this,” I said.

“Yep, yep, we got this.” He said, unenthusiastic about my encouraging words, he just wanted to go back to the speakeasy, I could tell.

After a few minutes of walking, we happened to come across a scarecrow. Jeremy was already on it, as usual.

He took a few blows here and there but he was real good at bobbing and weaving, he managed to shove his hand through the hay and grasped the crystal inside the scarecrow, crushing it in his hand.

Just one more monster to go, and then we can return to the speakeasy. We continued walking, our destination was the tube that Mole had so graciously left open for us, but we had lost it and were trying to find it, we were just scouring the whole place until we found it, but luckily enough, we did find it.

“Alright! Now we just gotta deal with one more Bullywug or a scarecrow and we’ve got this.”

We waited here patiently until any monster came, and this time it was a Bullywug, Jeremy made quick work of it, he simply grabbed the monster's spear and pulled it towards him before beating the frog-man to a pulp.

“Finally, god damn!” He exclaimed, right before jumping into the tube and being sent to the speakeasy, I followed behind quickly.

We both popped out at around the same time, I crashed into Jeremy mid-air and again when falling, it was not pleasant for him, hardhat was hard, abdomen wasn't, they weren’t a great mix.

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He threw up all over me, but I genuinely couldn’t tell the difference between blood and the vomit, I was just always covered in something

I wiped it off with my hand and made my way back to the speakeasy, I didn’t say hello to anyone, I just made my way to the paper towels, grabbed a roll and wiped myself clear of all the bits, blood and bone.

The only thing that remained was the dried blood, the stench, a lot of dirt, dried sweat and a few more other things I could not name for the life of me. If there simply was a stream of water or a lake, I could finally wash these clothes and wash myself of everything.

We still had some leftover lasagna, I made a little too much but that worked out for me, I wanted to eat before going to the dungeon, and so did Jeremy.

We left the speakeasy with full stomachs and confidence in ourselves. If this fight wasn’t in our favour, we had 6 stat points each that we could allocate in the stat we felt would make our encounter with the dungeon boss the easiest.

“This whole dungeon thing is tiring, can’t wait for it to end,” I said.

“Me too, I need a whole day to rest, it's not good for the mind at all.”

“I feel like I’m going insane, my mind’s going in circles. Do people do weekends here?”

“Weekends?”

“Like, the last two days of the week are a break, those days are called weekends.”

“No, we just call all the days of the week weekdays.”

“That is a travesty.”

“I know.”

“I need to invent weekends.”

“I will help.”

“Amazing.”

We wrapped up our conversation when we were facing down the cave, we decided to open our uncommon loot boxes that we got from the Gnoll King before anything, I was kind of excited to see what was in ours as I had only opened Basic Loot Boxes.

A clay crate crashed down from the heavens, breaking apart upon landing and revealing what was inside.

It was an M1911 with 1 bullet sitting next to it.

“What’s that?” He asked

“A gun,” I said, reaching down for it and inspecting it closely.

“What does that mean?” He asked again.

“This is the gun, this is the bullet. Via a process I cannot explain, this bullet goes out of the gun so fast that it can basically kill anything if you land it well.”

“Awesome, should we use it against the Dungeon boss?”

“I’ll consider it, but I want to take it to someone savvy in the speakeasy, maybe they can reconstruct and make more of these, someone like Kashubian.”

“Seems like a good plan, if we had a couple of these against a dragon we’d be unstoppable.”

“I don’t think it would help against dragons, these were mainly used against humans and sometimes animals, depending on your job.”

“Ah, I almost forgot, I need to open my box too.” He said, another clay box fell down and crashed onto the floor, Jeremy reached down for it.

“A haircomb? That’s it?”

“Well, you don’t know how good it is yet, it might give bonuses, give it a try.” He handed it to me and I brushed my hair back. I didn’t feel anything, when I upgraded strength or speed I felt a difference immediately. I reviewed my stat sheet to find that it had temporarily increased my Mind stat by 2, leaving it at a whopping 9.

“We need this, with this we could run comfortably in there, no slipping, none of that. It gives you a mind bonus.”

He took it from my hands and immediately applied it, he looked like he was staring off into the distance which meant he was reviewing his character sheet too, his eyes widened as he saw the bonus.

“Amazing.”