Northern Undead Asylum

[Northern Undead Asylum]

Todd clearly recognized every one of these words, but when they were put together, he couldn't make sense of them at all.

What the hell?

Was there a place like this in Sain Dungeon?

"Where's my Firelink Shrine!?"

He had been looking forward to Firelink Shrine too much—or rather, he had been too eager to use its power to escape Scamellon. At that point, he would have accepted being sent anywhere.

So now that he was locked in a prison cell, it felt even more unbearable. So unbearable that he couldn't accept reality.

A prison cell? Yes, a prison cell.

He was now residing in a luxurious private room within the enormous prison known as [Northern Undead Asylum].

A single private cell. No bed, no table, and naturally no toilet or shower.

Perhaps because it was so damp here, the inside of the cell was covered in slick moss. Stepping on it produced a wet, squelching sound, and sometimes even squeezed out tiny suspicious creatures.

This wasn't a place fit for human habitation at all!

Todd was already somewhat of a clean freak, strict enough to require the people of Haipa Town to wash themselves before eating. In this environment, he couldn't stand even a second of it. Staying any longer felt like shaving a year off his life!

Any god up there, please, send a good person to save me!

I never should have believed Sain Dungeon would be kind enough to do something like this. This must be another one of its disgusting schemes!

People held all sorts of opinions on whether dungeons possessed a certain degree of intelligence, but Todd believed dungeons definitely had self-awareness—especially Sain Dungeon.

Otherwise, where did all this disgusting stuff come from?

"Damn it, let me out!"

He slammed his