"Ah... that's much better."
In a certain part of the first floor of the labyrinth, at the edge of the sewer corridor, Lingbo Little Demon finished pulling up his pants and relaxed, wiping the tense sweat from his forehead.
The Little Demon race had many strong points, not only were they early spell-casting units but also flying units. The only drawback was that everything about them was small, their bodies and their stomachs alike.
Having just emerged from the summoning circle, he was so hungry he saw stars before his eyes. He quickly rushed to the NPC shop to buy some dry food and water, only to find that he couldn't hold it in after just a few bites.
Now that he thought about it, this race's endurance was definitely a problem...
Or was it simply because he wasn't used to it?
Smelling that pungent odor, the surrounding slimes moved their green, oily bodies and surrounded him.
