Chapter 162: Dragon Stomach Cave (3)
True to the explanation that no one came here, the closer I got to the Dark Salt Cave, the more the signs of life faded.
It felt almost like I wasn’t in Dragon Stomach Cave at all.
After passing through that desolate area and reaching the end, a passage barely wide enough for one adult to squeeze through appeared.
Carefully navigating that passage, I arrived at a small cavern.
Hearing the name ‘Dark Cavern,’ I expected it to be gloomy inside, but surprisingly, the lighting was decent. Ventilation seemed good too, as there was no musty smell.
The problem was.
“Get out if you don’t want to die.”
The inhabitants there weren’t exactly welcoming.
I’d expected as much. After all, a dungeon is a place where you never know what dangers lurk.
But for Jinmujeon, who came prepared, it was different. I brought items that should win them over.
“Anyone want some jerky with their drinks? It’s dried premium meat, so it should be pretty tasty.”
Isn’t it an unwritten rule of the martial world to refuse food from a stranger?
True. I too live by such unwritten rules.
But.
“I’ll prepare the table.”
“I’ll wash the dishes.”
“I’ll cook the soup we’ll share.”
Urr.
Such unwritten rules are useless in front of someone who’s eaten only wall-crawling insects for 365 days a year.
As expected, everyone welcomed me.
“Come on over, brother!”
“……”
Like brothers, they said.
It was a relief they didn’t seem like bad people.
