This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 37 37. What if I can’t go back?

Dylan feels that he has now entered a semi-retirement life.

Every day after getting up from the mycelium coffin, I would cook a bowl of mushroom soup.

These were all picked in the forest. The boss said that you can eat any gray mushrooms you want.

But as a fungi person, eating mushrooms always feels a subtle sense of disobedience...

Moreover, the soup always has a bland earthy smell, and a few grains of rock salt must be sprinkled on it to awaken some of the flavor.

In addition, maybe because I mentioned the problem of the floor being too dim to the boss before, the mushrooms have been fluorescing recently.

Although it was good that the lighting problem was solved, it was uncomfortable that the soup also had a faint glow, making him feel like he was drinking a potion brewed by a witch.

Fortunately, the work is not very leisurely and my boss won’t assign me any tasks except for ground business trips.

Only occasionally would some adventurers forget to take away some equipment and props, and Dylan would need to identify their value. Otherwise, there was nothing to worry about.

He would occasionally use his free time to go hunting and bring back some edible monsters.

After all, you can't always eat mushrooms.

The last time he told his boss that he wanted some monsters to improve the food, but he ended up sending him a few mutilated Puffballs, Dylan knew that he would have to find a way himself if he wanted to add some more food.

No matter what, eating your own colleagues is too...

Fortunately, the boss didn't object to him going to the upper level to hunt, and was even quite supportive, but he only instructed him to throw the remaining monsters into the swamp.

Finally, in order to improve his quality of life on the fifth floor, he specially applied for a vacant lot in the marginal area and started to build his own wooden house.

Unfortunately, work came up right after I started.

The boss first asked if he knew what magic power and fluctuations were, but how could a pure melee fighter know anything about magic power?

After that, he was immediately assigned the task of going to the surface to gather information, and it seemed quite urgent.

Not daring to delay, Dilan took half a day to reach the surface after familiarizing herself with the route.

Then they ran into three Adventurer's Guild officials guarding the entrance to the dungeon.

He recognized the leader, a middle-aged adventurer named Marshall, who had been active in Mute Wind Town ten years ago.

But he was a gold-level adventurer, and he hadn't entered the dungeon since joining the guild.

Seeing someone blocking the door, Dylan, feeling guilty, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

what happened?
Why is the entrance blocked?
You won't check something and find out you're pretending, right?

After swallowing hard, Dylan straightened his back and walked out.

However, several guild members just glanced at Dylan and let him out.

However, four adventurers who were about to go to the dungeon were stopped.

The red-armored warrior knocked the hilt of his sword heavily on the stone slab:

"Why aren't we allowed to enter the dungeon?"

The question was filled with sparks, but Marshall, standing opposite him, stood with his arms folded, appearing quite calm.

Most adventurers are like this, raising their voices when encountering problems. I'm used to it.

"Demon Tide Alert, the dungeon is sealed off as per the guild's request."

As soon as the word "Magic Tide" came out, the dissatisfaction of the adventurers on the opposite side seemed to disappear in an instant.

Although a demonic tide only occurs once every ten years in each dungeon, most adventurers have never encountered one before today.

But no adventurer is unaware of its reputation as the greatest disaster in the dungeon.

No one would object to closing the dungeon because of the demon tide.

The four of them huddled together and whispered for a long time before asking with some doubt:
"How long will this closure last? What should I do with the time-limited missions I accepted? I can't just drag it out until the missions fail..."

Some time-limited tasks require a deposit, and if you fail, the deposit will naturally be lost.

However, the guild is obviously experienced and has taken all aspects into consideration.

"Just go to the guild front desk and apply for an extension or cancellation of the mission. As for the blockade, it will last until the Demonic Tide ends."

After saying that, Marshall waved his hand at the adventurers, signaling them to leave quickly.

The four adventurers left, but Dylan came up, rubbing his hands. "I hid some stuff on the second floor. Can I go get it? It'll be quick!"

"No!" Marshall refused without even thinking. What did other people's losses have to do with him?

Dylan took a half step forward and quietly handed a shiny gold coin to Marshall.

Marshall's Adam's apple rolled twice, and his eyes glanced at the two colleagues behind him.

The people who were carrying out the mission together this time were not people he was familiar with. He couldn't be sure if someone would report him. It was not worth taking the risk just for a few gold coins.

"Rules are rules!"

Pushing Dylan away, Marshall once again rejected his request to return with a stern face.

Dylan scratched his head helplessly - what should he do?
The message was easily heard, but it could not be sent back.

I always feel that the boss needs a high-level stalker to do these things more than me...

After thinking about it, I decided to go to the pub first.

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As soon as the moldy wooden door was pushed open a crack, the turbid smell of alcohol made Dylan take a step back.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the business at the Rotten Willow Tavern today is booming.

The adventurers who couldn't enter the dungeon obviously planned to drown themselves in alcohol.

When Dylan walked in, he found that there was no empty seat at all, and the place was crowded with drunk adventurers.

If three big bosses were to self-destruct here...

Dylan shook his head, wondering why he had such a strange idea.

"A glass of wine." Dylan tapped the bar with his finger.

The boss scooped out half a bowl of brown liquid from the wooden barrel. There were suspicious stains on the edge of the ceramic bowl.

The capacity of the bowl is obviously not as good as that of the wooden cup.

Finding a place to lean back, Dylan listened carefully to the conversations around him.

Unsurprisingly, the topic of discussion was the current demonic tide.

Some young people are unaware of the dangers of the demon tide and are still complaining about being short of money and not being able to go to the dungeon and pass the game.

This immediately attracted ridicule from others.

"Little brat, isn't it good to be alive?"

"Going to the dungeon now? Are you planning on feeding your little meat to the monsters?"

Amidst everyone's laughter, a retired adventurer with a gray beard revealed some valuable information:

“Don’t worry about having no work.

According to experience, the guild will release assistance tasks in a few days.

By then, there will be countless monsters waiting for you to kill at the entrance of the dungeon, and there will even be guys running out from the deep area.

As long as you are not afraid of death, there is plenty of money to be made."

Hearing that there was an opportunity to make money, many people in the tavern became excited, which made the old adventurer shake his head.

Vera also thanked the old adventurer enthusiastically.

If they really couldn't make any money in ten days or half a month, the three of them would have no choice but to consider mortgaging their equipment...

Dylan knew that monsters would rush out, but it was the first time he heard of the existence of a deep area among them.

The monsters from the deep zone have all rushed to the surface, so the inside of the dungeon is probably even more chaotic...

He had never thought about this problem before.

Dylan also remembered that he had heard someone say before that after each demon tide, the ecology of each level in the dungeon would change.

He was a little worried now, wondering if the boss would be the one to be changed...

(End of this chapter)