"Bang!"
The myconid's body fell apart across the floor.
After the party had killed all the adult myconids, the fence behind them retracted again with a series of clacks.
At the same time, the mushroom colonies growing like carpets across the six walls suddenly began to wither and die in great swaths.
It was as if the adult myconids' deaths had drained the life from them as well. In an instant, they shriveled and dried up, until all that remained were small, gray, withered mats of fungus.
"It's over!"
Everyone let out a sigh of relief.
When the fence had dropped a moment earlier, they'd all felt a little panicked, as if they'd become prisoners trapped inside.
Fortunately, after they'd dealt with the myconids, everything had returned to normal.
"Why does this place feel like a training ground?" Gauss shook his head. This dungeon hadn't gone out of its way to trap them; once the battle was over, the lockdown had been lifted.
Its purpose was to make them fight the myconids.
"Yeah." Lawrence agreed with Gauss. "A lot of people say these dungeons are training grounds the Forgotten Kingdom used to raise its own warriors."
"Kill monsters, clear rooms, collect loot, rest, then move on."
"But I don't know if that's really true. I've only heard people say it."
Gauss nodded.
As low-level adventurers, they didn't need to worry about too much useless information. It was enough to know they could find loot here and hone their skills.
"Rumble!"
After all the mushrooms had withered, a stone pillar slowly rose from the smooth floor in the middle of the room with a roar.
A few unusual little objects sat in a hollow at the center of the pillar.
Gauss and the others gathered around.
They saw three amber-colored gelatinous