Although Roland could accept acting out a scene of "If you would have me, I would gladly become your adopted son," the Dungeon at least needed to be more generous.
Such a paltry gift was embarrassing even as payment, let alone enough to make Roland risk his life. Who did the Dungeon think it was, and what standing did Roland have?
By contrast, Mommy Dark Chi had split off demonic chi from her own essence from the very beginning and generously stuffed Humanity's Evil straight into Roland without even asking him to do anything. That was unconditional love.
In comparison, the Dungeon was far too stingy.
After Roland explicitly refused, it did not fly into a humiliated rage and immediately spawn a powerful monster as it did when dealing with gods. After all, Roland had none of the divine power it hated.
However, it still expressed its displeasure at Roland casually destroying its insides, lifting the restriction that had stopped monsters from spawning nearby.
The remaining fiery patterns in the Dungeon's walls lit up as well, and monsters began crawling out one after another in numbers far beyond the norm.
"You really are a stingy fellow... You know these things can't do anything to me, but you're still trying to be a nuisance?"
Roland sighed and took Aestus Estus's hand beside him.
"Then let's finish this quickly."
A party swiftly reached the twelfth floor at a speed far beyond that of other adventurers.
It was a party of two. Though their numbers fell far short of other groups, both members were renowned throughout Orario.
"The thirteenth floor is just ahead. Since we're among the first down here today, we'll encounter more monsters than usual. Be careful. We aren't wearing salamander wool robes, after all."
The tall, beautiful elf with