"Maybe that foul-mouthed guy was right. We should make a habit of keeping a journal. That way, at least we'd know what day it was since we entered the dungeon..."
In the endless darkness, Gravel leaned against a thick tree trunk—
It should have been a tree trunk, at least. Its rough texture felt remarkably similar.
The leaves and branches they had crushed underfoot as they crossed this land suggested that it was a forest.
But that was all just his guess.
Because he couldn't see a thing.
His innate Darkvision let him see in the dark, so from the moment he was born, his eyes had known nothing but light.
Like someone born blind, he couldn't understand what the "appearance" of the world was supposed to be.
Gravel couldn't understand how, to humans, the world could be so utterly dark—
Dark enough to inspire terror.
He'd thought the only thing that could frighten him was a life without the taste of good wine.
But after going so long without alcohol, Gravel was perfectly clearheaded.
He realized that he was really just afraid of dying.
With the "tick-tock" of a death countdown in his ears, how would he keep his journal?
He'd probably start counting from the first day they left the Crystal Labyrinth—
On the first day, they ran into some Red Scarf Gang thugs, but the other side didn't seem to have any intention of stopping them.
Once they realized the gang was after Tang Qi, the Silver Medal spent some time drawing the attention of some gang members away and leading them to the Fourth Floor.
On the second day, the dark gloom seeped toward them from the Fourth Floor like an unending fog.
Unable to tell which way they were going, they had no choice but