You Actually Soloed Goliath!

Wood had 100,000 Fali left, plus the 80,000 Fali he'd gotten by selling magic stones. After buying a map priced at 150,000 Fali, he was left with just 30,000.

And with only that much money left, buying a map of the Dungeon's Deep Floors—which were even more expensive than the Lower Floors—was obviously impossible.

"Big brother, do you have any maps of the Dungeon's Deep Floors? About how much do they cost?"

The merchant brother happily pocketed Wood's 150,000 Fali. Since he'd taken a liking to Wood, he hadn't made much profit on the sale, but he'd still earned a little, so he was in a pretty good mood.

However, after handing Wood the map, he heard him ask about maps of the Deep Floors and couldn't help sighing.

Clearly, after all he'd just said, the kid in front of him hadn't listened to a word.

He hadn't even had time to get used to the Lower Floors map before already thinking about a map of the Deep Floors. This wasn't just aiming too high—it was downright suicidal!

In fact, when Wood asked again about maps of the Deep Floors, the merchant brother even began to regret giving him a discount.

He'd taken a liking to the young man in front of him and wanted to do him a favor. If Wood made it big someday, his investment would pay off handsomely.

But now it looked like he'd completely misjudged him. Forget making a fortune on this investment—he'd soon lose everything he'd put into it.

After all, the favor would only be worth anything if Wood survived and became a powerful Adventurer.

But looking at how recklessly he was behaving, the merchant brother felt that someone like Wood wouldn't last long in the Dungeon.

A favor could only be repaid