Standing on the fifty-first floor with Elena and Ayr, I felt a strange feeling while looking around—blue skies and wonderous forests wrapped a huge landscape with a fortress filled with boisterous life, the call of merchants, clang of the blacksmith followed by the chattering call of the farmers selling their eggs and wares.
This entire dungeon had no visible monsters, and the only things to kill were humans. No, to put it more clearly, I was the monster, and they were going to hunt me.
"Master... these are humans from the planet Lycan... I don't know why they are here... but the atmosphere feels similar to the world outside... but the mana is weak..." Ayr explained while she sniffed the air with her fluffy tail wagging, but there was no sign of happiness...
