Chapter 53

In a small safe area on the third floor of the dungeon.

This is a corridor paved with large, pale yellow bricks, with a total length of over a hundred meters.

Since no traps spawn here, and the third floor itself doesn't have many monsters running around, it is used as a safe zone.

Many adventurers choose to rest here, and some even bring various supply medicines to sell to others here.

Since the dungeon opened, quite a few adventurers have come in at once, so the number of adventurers gathered here now is actually more than before the monster tide.

Dylan is also among them; he is currently chewing on dried meat while talking to his good partner, the yellow book.

[The third floor is not bad]

[There are so many mechanisms and traps here that can be utilized]

"So... what should I do?"

[Do what? Anything is fine!]

[Others walk into traps, you help them trigger it]

[Let the traps do all the work, and you come out to pick up the ready-made results]

[Listen to me, you will have a steady stream of power!]

"But everyone has no grudges..." Dylan hesitated a bit; it seemed something was wrong.

[This is a dungeon; the law of the jungle is the rule here]

[And don't you want to make money to send to your daughter?]

[Not to mention that after possessing power, you can personally protect your Bella from any harm]

The yellow book had actually figured out Dylan's weakness during this time.

Although he showed hesitation, Dylan still nodded.

"Ow—"

Dylan's foot, which was stretched out, was suddenly kicked by someone; in pain, Dylan pulled his foot back.

This corridor is not narrow; even if he stretched his legs, it shouldn't affect others.

Dylan looked up and saw a face with a playful smile.

"Oh, sorry for kicking you, old man."

The person didn't even stop while speaking and followed his teammates out of the safe zone.

Dylan vaguely heard two sentences of his exchange with his teammates.

"Wells, don't look for trouble all day long."

"Who told him to stretch his feet in front of me? Just an old man, what trouble could there be."

Looking at the backs of the few adventurers leaving, Dylan didn't feel any resentment.

The quality of adventurers is uneven; he was long used to it. This kind can only be considered a greenhorn who hasn't suffered any losses.

After meeting someone who teaches him a lesson, he will naturally learn to be good.

Lowering his head, he opened the book again.

[What are you still stunned for? Follow him!]

[He just kicked you on purpose]

[Need to teach him how to respect his elders]

[Go quickly, just give him a small lesson, just a little bit]

Is that so?

Dylan frowned and thought for a while, feeling that the yellow book made sense.

The yellow book is never wrong; it seems he should go and teach him a lesson.

Packing up his luggage and taking another sip of mana potion, Dylan also left the safe zone.

Following far behind them, relying on mimicry to change color, he wasn't discovered.

However, although he wanted to teach them a lesson, the opportunity wasn't so easy to find.

There was clearly someone in their team who was good at dealing with traps; the traps along the way were either avoided or dismantled.

On the contrary, Dylan himself accidentally stepped on a mechanism.

Fortunately, it was just a small mechanism; a short arrow shot through his palm.

"Ah—"

Enduring the pain, he pulled out the arrow stuck in his palm.

Dylan poured a little mana potion on the wound.

This was something he had figured out; pouring mana potion could speed up the speed at which mycelium filled the wound.

[Your special constitution is really convenient]

[The time you fell into the deep pit was also like this; even if the bones were broken, they could be connected like this]

Dylan nodded in agreement; he also felt that his current body was very easy to use, and sighed:

"It's all thanks to the boss's bestowal."

[Boss?]

"By the way, I should introduce you to the boss too!"

[Wait!]

Pop—pop—

The sudden, uniform "pop-pop" sound interrupted their exchange.

At the corner, several Pujis with tentacles and scales appeared in Dylan's field of vision.

Looking at the Pujis he hadn't seen before, Dylan wondered:

"Are these new varieties? Did the boss come to pick me up?"

Dylan greeted them happily.

[Something's wrong, wait a minute!]

Unfortunately, Dylan's attention wasn't on the book at this time.

He walked into the corner and came to the Pujis.

The next second, countless mycelium tentacles stretched toward him; Dylan didn't have time to react before he was tied into a rice dumpling, and the yellow book was also tied up with him.

[???]

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[Fixed state: Charm. Moderate (complete trust in the target of the spell)]

After Dylan entered the dungeon, Lin Jun noticed this thing very quickly.

So... Dylan, you old boy, did you go behind my back to play with a succubus!?

Soon, Dylan's other abnormalities also manifested.

He had been in the dungeon for most of the day, and he had no intention of coming to the fifth floor.

After thinking about it, Lin Jun decided to be safe and personally "invite" him back.

Thanks to the fact that most adventurers didn't progress that fast, the Pujis carried the big rice dumpling and successfully returned to the fifth floor without being discovered.

In the mushroom forest, Dylan, who was tied into a rice dumpling, was released.

"Ha—ha—"

As soon as he came out, Dylan breathed heavily; he almost suffocated on the way!

What he saw when he looked up was a circle of Pujis...

"Boss? Why... why did you tie me over?"

Dylan was really a bit confused now.

"Then why were you wandering around on the third floor and not coming down quickly?"

"I was because... because..."

That's right... why?

It seemed that the answer that was still in his mind just now had disappeared!

Dylan fell into self-doubt.

By the way, why not ask the yellow book?

Dylan spread out the yellow book and asked: "What were we doing wandering around on the third floor and not coming down?"

The yellow book on the ground was like a dead object, without any reaction at all.

No matter how Dylan asked, not a single word popped up.

In Lin Jun's eyes, Dylan's current appearance was very much like a mental patient whose brain had been broken.

Asking this and that to a book, his emotions seemed extremely unstable, and he would occasionally be in a daze.

The succubus in this world is terrifying.

Of course, it might not be a succubus, but this book really has a problem.

A mycelium tentacle violently inserted into Dylan's mouth, who was still talking to himself.

Purple hallucinogenic spores poured in violently, and Dylan soon rolled his eyes and collapsed on the ground.

He was in such a confused state now that he couldn't provide any useful information, so it was better to let him sleep for a while.

As for this yellow book?

Since Dylan felt it could communicate, let's give it a try.

A mycelium tentacle rolled up a page of the book.

Tear!

Hmm?

It actually didn't tear!

Is it really this book and not a succubus?

Can a book also use charm skills?

Using erotic pictures to seduce Dylan?

"Little Black, come over here."

Not long after, at Lin Jun's call, the dragon-person with mucus all over her face came over licking her mouth.

"Tear this."

Little Black nodded and reached out to grab Dylan on the ground.

"Wait! Not him, this!"

Looking at the yellow book handed to her by the mycelium tentacle, Little Black then put Dylan down.

Her claws gripped the book page, and under Lin Jun's instruction, she exerted force...

Rip—

Under the dragon-person's monster strength, she actually couldn't tear the book page off at once.

But the leather paper page made an unbearable cracking sound, as if it were about to be completely torn apart.

Countless repeated characters emerged crazily on the page:

[Stop stop stop stop stop stop!!! I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!!!]

(End of chapter)