“Once upon a time, there was you and me.”
I tilt my head, looking at the storybook that is placed onto a pedestal at the very start of floor fifty-six, which isn’t much of a floor at all. It’s a closet. I lift my arm, touching the surface of the wall to my left. The other...
2021-05-15 06:29:24 +0000 UTC View PostFresh stacks another lantern on top of the pile and sighs. It’s exhausting work, making this many. She doesn’t have any soul points as far as she can tell, so she still isn’t sure what exactly her magic is using when she casts it. But it’s still a little exhausting in a sense, as if every...
2021-05-14 07:57:42 +0000 UTC View PostWhat do you think dawn looks like?
I stare up, looking up at the reverse pit above me. I suppose you could call it a hole, but… it’s not. Okay? It’s a pit. In the ceiling. A reverse pit. Don’t always split hairs so much, guy, you’re just making yourself annoyed and nobo...
2021-05-14 06:16:49 +0000 UTC View PostThe summer is causing their business to slow to a crawl and at the same time, Fresh is feeling particularly nervous about the stability of her friendships. The black-fountain is becoming increasingly restless as well, if her frantic nightmares are any indication. If the bad times aren't here yet,...
2021-05-13 12:10:00 +0000 UTC View PostFresh looks around the upstairs area of the third floor, having snuck up again in the middle of the night. Though she doesn’t quite remember what it is exactly that she wanted to do up here.
Confused, the girl looks around the large, dark room that is filled with nothing but sh...
2021-05-13 08:16:59 +0000 UTC View PostShe falls down for the seventh time. Lucky number seven.
Her white-magic is starting to run out. Barely a trickle of it escapes her body anymore, her spiritual energies are drained dry. There’s nothing left at the bottom of the well of her soul apart from a harrowed, furious sc...
2021-05-13 06:33:05 +0000 UTC View PostThe straw bristles of the broom scratch over the wooden floors of the store as Fresh sweeps through the building. It’s the middle of the day and not much has happened to say the least. The girl had finished working on the next section of the wall downstairs and is now cleaning up the mess that ...
2021-05-12 10:29:33 +0000 UTC View PostI don’t know what happened, but she’s here now.
Ducking to the left, I leap out of the way just in time, as the vertical wall of white-magic rises up at the spot I was just standing. The priestess of the hero-party twists her hands and the world below me erupts into a cacopho...
2021-05-12 08:23:12 +0000 UTC View PostHer sleeves are rolled up to her elbows. Her bag, full of potions, is sitting on the stairs as she runs in a circle around floor four. She had just finished clearing the third floor of the dungeon a few minutes ago. After a short break to catch her...
2021-05-11 08:17:06 +0000 UTC View PostShe keeps watch behind us, as I look out ahead of us.
You’d think two pairs of eyes would be enough, but you’d be wrong. It’s like you haven’t been paying the least bit of attention, guy. How many times do I have to tell you about the eyes? You need more. One? Two? That...
2021-05-11 06:07:25 +0000 UTC View Post“It’s so hoooot~” says Fresh, her body slumped forward over the counter. Her head rests down on top of the wooden surface, her arms limply dangling out over the other side. Basil stands next to her, the priestess fanning herself with a sheet of paper. She doesn’t respond with anything mor...
2021-05-10 11:26:54 +0000 UTC View Post“We plants are happy plants,” says a sunflower, sitting in a field of a thousand of its kin to me, as I walk through floor sixty. A giant sunflower field that is usually filled with horrible, creepy monsters. But they’re all dead now. Anyways, floor sixty, neat. I’m almost halfway there. ...
2021-05-10 09:45:55 +0000 UTC View PostLazy birdsong fills the summer air, together with the trickle of slowly dripping water leaking out of the fountain, the stream dribbles down into the basin with a constant, quiet splash. Fresh stands outside behind the dungeon gate, as she stares down at her own reflection in the quiet water, shi...
2021-05-09 08:47:42 +0000 UTC View PostVines slither alongside my stomping feet, the lush green tendrils of the jungle creeping along my side like a uh… like a big group of snakes. A pack? No. A herd? Mm… no… what’s the word for a bunch of snakes? A school of snakes? No, I think that’s just for fish. Hmm… I’m just gonna ...
2021-05-09 06:22:35 +0000 UTC View PostFresh stops at the door to the downstairs area, looking at the lantern and tilting her head as her own thoughts stop her in her tracks.
“Maybe this is too much?”
The girl taps her chin, thinking. This is obviously an expensive item and she put so much work in...
2021-05-08 06:53:58 +0000 UTC View PostI walk through the valley of mist, floor sixty-two. A pale, white fog looms heavily around us, filling the empty space of the floor with a shifting ocean of immaterial density. Like walking through a cloud, I simply push my way forward as the fog looms around me, around us. Its presence isn’t d...
2021-05-08 06:07:46 +0000 UTC View PostIt’s a new day and Fresh sits outside on a bench near the entrance plaza to the city. The summer sun is shining brightly already this early in the morning. She looks up towards the sky with lazy eyes, feeling the warmth on her face from the sun which seems to rise a little earlier each and ever...
2021-05-07 09:13:13 +0000 UTC View PostThe ‘good’ thing about the encroacher is that it’s slow as all hell, outside of the winding maze of the icy labyrinth beneath the dungeon that is. It doesn’t really have a chance to catch up to me, as long as I manage to keep moving with this kind of pace. Even with its burrowing and worm...
2021-05-07 06:21:26 +0000 UTC View PostRegarding chapter 75 -
In which direction do you believe Fresh should focus her efforts, so that she can protect her new life?
2021-05-06 14:00:31 +0000 UTC View Post“You don’t look so good,” says Basil, glancing at Fresh who is sitting on the stairs, leaning sideways against the wall. “You really are a rather sickly person…” Basil thinks for a moment. “Should I go pick up some medicine?”
“Ah! I’m fine! I just didn’t sle...
2021-05-06 13:36:22 +0000 UTC View PostI didn’t see the hero party again as I escaped the palace. I’m not sure where they went, or where it is that they’re going. Did they turn around and try to clear the dungeon? Did they give up the chase? Or are they taking a different route somewhere to intercept me? If I know the hero-party...
2021-05-06 06:18:23 +0000 UTC View PostFresh tosses and turns in her bed, her fists tightly clenching the blanket as she turns over in a cold sweat, midnight dew wicking down her skin as her restless dreams haunt her mind. Strange visions that she can’t remember. Bright, burning lights in the recesses of herself that scar her mind...
2021-05-05 07:09:44 +0000 UTC View PostHe’s a metaphor of course.
The dungeon loves its metaphors. Sometimes, I’m not sure if it was the dungeon-master who conceived these things, or if the dungeon itself came up with them and the dungeon-master simply assumed control.
But that doesn’t make him ...
2021-05-05 06:45:55 +0000 UTC View PostFresh sits upstairs, locked in the pantry and tinkers around with the harvest-moonwater, her grimoire at her side. Usually she wouldn’t work on these kinds of things during the middle of the day, while Basil is here. But the woman is downstairs and there are two locked doors between them and sh...
2021-05-04 09:03:05 +0000 UTC View PostPunishment.
“Sssssssh!” whispers the slime in her bubbling voice, feeling the sensation of my quickly beating heart, as we hide down inside of a giant, empty pot in the potted plant room. It’s a bit cramped in here for me, the slime and her and I won’t be able to keep the...
2021-05-04 07:06:43 +0000 UTC View Post“What time is it?” wonders the girl out loud.
She isn’t sure, she still hasn’t slept a wink. Instead, Fresh stands down inside of the dungeon, her eyes not able to decide if they should be staring at her hands or at the hole in the wall, out of which comes a quiet series ...
2021-05-03 11:23:04 +0000 UTC View PostThe thing about the palace is that you really should be quiet.
I leap to the side, avoiding the fist that swipes down past me, crashing into the white marble floors and shattering them in an instant. Dust and bits of cracked rock fly out in all directions, as a split shoots...
2021-05-03 09:41:52 +0000 UTC View PostFresh can’t sleep.
Instead she sits cross-legged on the large rug in her room, looking at the pile of coins that she is stacking in front of herself. Hundreds of Obols. Some of her earnings since she and Jubilee had paid off their debts to the adventurer’s guild. As she think...
2021-05-02 09:08:12 +0000 UTC View PostThe rock rumbles as something explodes next to me. The metal fingers of my gauntlets dig into the vertical cliff-face of the sheer, rocky wall as I climb up the side of the reddish-brown outcrop, pulling myself up towards the plateau that lies at the top of floor sixty-five, where high atop the s...
2021-05-02 06:54:18 +0000 UTC View PostFresh holds her hands above the metal ingot and the piece of wood, puffing out her right cheek as she focuses on her crafting ability.
[Hammer](Normal)
A small, iron-headed hammer with a stubby wooden grip....
2021-05-01 09:25:26 +0000 UTC View Post