Fang Zheng swore that he had never, never, never put this much effort into a single adventure.
In Fang Zheng's memory, the most mentally exhausting adventure he had ever been on was escorting a little thief who had somehow taught herself how to have zero presence back home. The little girl had been cursed at the time, and all sorts of unfortunate incidents had occurred along the way. From beginning to end, they had not encountered a single good thing.
But those had merely been unfortunate events. As long as they kept their spirits up, they could push through them.
But now... Fang Zheng only felt a splitting headache.
"Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng, can I blow that up?"
"No!"
"Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng, there are minotaurs over there! The others definitely can't stop them, right?"
"Shut up!"
"Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng, if I just fire one shot, this maze—"
"If you call my name one more time, I'll knock you out and throw you into the abyss."
Watching Megumi jump around and scream beside him, Fang Zheng thoroughly regretted ever letting the Priestess choose this girl for the party.
Fang Zheng and his group were not carrying out any mission right now. On the contrary, they were undertaking the most classic activity in every player's imagination of what adventurers did.
They were conquering a dungeon.
It was only afterward that Fang Zheng learned there were places all across this continent known as the "Deepest Dungeons." No one knew when they had formed. According to legend, these dungeons seemed to stretch across the entire continent, vast as ant colonies. Since the beginning of recorded history, no one had ever reached their deepest point, nor did anyone know what lay there.
Some said they were gates leading to the Demon Realm. Others