In a small safe area on the third floor of the Dungeon.
This was a corridor paved with large pale-yellow bricks, more than a hundred meters long.
Because traps would not spawn here, and the third floor itself did not have many monsters running around, it had been treated as a safe zone.
Quite a few adventurers chose to rest here, and some people even brought all kinds of supplies and medicines specifically to sell to others.
After the Dungeon opened, a large number of adventurers had entered all at once, so the number gathered here now was actually a little higher than before the Magic Tide.
Dylan was among them. Right now, he was chewing on jerky while talking to his good partner, the Yellow Book.
[The third floor is not bad.]
[There are so many mechanisms and traps here to use.]
"Then... what should I do?"
[What should you do? Anything at all!]
[When someone walks into a trap, you help trigger it.]
[Let the trap do all the work. Then you come out and pick up what's ready-made.]
[Listen to me, and you'll have an endless stream of power!]
"But none of them have any grudge against me..." Dylan hesitated a little, as if something was wrong.
[This is the Dungeon. The strong prey on the weak—that is the rule here.]
[Besides, don't you want to earn money and send it to your daughter?]
[Not to mention that once you have power, you'll be able to personally protect your Bella from any harm.]
In this period of time, the Yellow Book had actually figured out Dylan's weak spot.
Although hesitation showed on his face, Dylan still nodded.
"Ow—"
Dylan's foot, which was stretched out, was suddenly kicked. In pain, Dylan pulled his foot back.
This corridor was