There was nothing in the post. How did you target Baal Gharb Castle? Try to unwrap it. It was written just like that, not more or less. Perhaps the Venus Pants have not yet broken the Baal Cannabis Castle.

I was proud of myself. Using excessive kindness, I wrote down every move I took.

─ Tequilate: We've targeted a party of at least four people. Me, Knight, Grand Wizard, Hiller.

─ Venus Pants: Four-person parties are too nervous. It's time to go to a party of at least 25 people.

I frowned. Are you discussing seats in front of me?

There were no seats in the game. At least to the highest level. A true master gives birth to a new stone. I wouldn't know them as Venus Pants. Nevertheless, he called me for a duel to tell me whose way is closer to the quartet.

It doesn't matter if you blame me for food waste. It's the truth, but I can't stand the thought of calling myself food junk as a dungeon attack player. Unlike all my efforts on this side have evaporated in vain, there is a heap of everything I have.

It's a world only I know, but it's also a world!

─ Tequilate: Monsters are blowing up like cockroaches as the number of parties increases due to the awesome performance of Marquis AI. The more monsters there are, the harder it will be to deal with each day. It's much easier to target by reducing the number of monsters and minimizing the pattern.

Comments continued. We both exchanged theories and objections. It wasn't just an insult, it was a masturbation.

Suddenly, the theme of the discussion spread to the system in Dungeon Attack itself. There were over 200 comments in an instant. Idiots, that's not true! and a third party intervened. A debate arose. Fansite members fought hard because they were on Venus' side but split up on my side.

It was evening. There were over 750 comments. The argument was short-circuited.

Members who had been quietly watching the bickering since the end of the discussion won the ruling.

─ Parthenon Column: Like tequila won this time?

─ Plus Bag: I think Tequila is right.

The blood work is done. The line of members raises my right hand.

I became a survivor of the Colosseum, but I was not pleased. It was the same as before. I thought I'd blow my time into the air like this, and laughed at myself.

Venus Pants commented again to cover the laptop.

Are you turning down a battle?

When I read the comment, it was not at all.

─ Venus Pants: Hey, did you hear about the follow-up to Dungeon Attack?

Follow-up!?

I hit the keyboard with a spinal reflex.

─ Tequilate: Oh, really?

─ Venus Pants: Real. Basically the same as Dungeon Attack. But only one thing is different.

I opened my eyes wide. Is it true the rumor that Venus Pants belonged to the developers?

I asked quickly what the only difference was.

─ Venus Pants: It's a secret.

You've got to be kidding me! I'm so excited, I hit the keyboard. If I'd hit it a little faster, my keyboard would have been broken.

─ Tequilate: Wheat candy. I almost got excited.

─ Venus Pants: In Dungeon Attack, however, if the goal is to stop the Demon Kings and protect the world, in this sequel it is said that conquering the world is the main goal. This is important. Remember this.

Venus' panties continue to pound. It was just a little bit of information.

I was burnt, but not angry. It would be difficult for a developer to quickly release follow-up information.

Even though the key information was missing, I scraped together the small information and sketched the underline. Perhaps in the new book, the game was played at the point of the Demon King, not the warrior. So he's trying to conquer the world.

I was shaking.

A few hours ago, I was demoralized by clearing all the dungeon tacks. Now we have a place to invest our time again. You hear the sound of self-condemnation coming from the corner of your head, but it doesn't matter right now. I was distracted by the idea of playing a new piece.

More shocking news has fallen from here.

─ Venus Pants: You might have noticed, but actually, was voted beta tester.

My eyes were swirling. My finger was beating on the keyboard automatically like a musician who had been playing a tennis piano for twenty years.

─ Tequilate: Oh my God, really was a developer!

─ Venus Pants: I strongly recommended you for a beta tester.

─ Tequilate: I love the orange Venus Pants

─ Venus Pants: Off.

─ Venus Pants: Off you go.

If I hated it so much, I could have typed it up.

I was already a single face. I could take as much as I wanted to say, "Fuck off."

─ Tequilate: When does the beta start?

─ Venus Pants: Honestly, it could start today as long as wants.

─ Tequilate: Awesome. Gogo.

─ Venus Pants: Right now?

─ Tequilate: Gogo.

─ Venus Pants: It's already night. What about his everyday life?

─ Tequilate: Everyday life? I don't know about that.

─ Venus Pants: Lungs.

I'm talking about my in-laws.

Seeing that I could get started within the day, I thought I might send you a trial by email.

The sooner I was, the better. If you go back to your house, you'll only be drowned in the futility of your manners. It was better to forget all the everyday supervisors and fall into the game.

─ Venus Pants: Really now?

─ Venus Pants: You won't regret it?

─ Venus Pants: You might lose all your time.

It looked like a right door to me.

Of course you will regret it. I regretted it before. I regret it now. You will. I was so sure of that I didn't know where.

I wrote it without much thought.

─ Tequilate: Doesn't matter at all.

The other person said yes. No comments have been posted on the topic since.

I was waiting to see if you were sending me a file. Thirty minutes later there was no response. I was going to try to rush it, but I thought I'd take care of it, so I closed my laptop. I heard the thought that maybe the other person fished me out of the cafe.

The car quickly came and went to a wide range to the university. The majority of the worker stands across the bridge, thinking about the home of one of them. There was a buzzkill on the earphones.

The car flashes white, yellow and red. They got into my sights for a moment and went too fast.

How long will this life last?

What's gonna be different after school?

I wonder when I'll end up like this.

I was better off. Worse and more pathetic than I am, there are many in the world. So at least now we're safe. Right now, right now, right now...... If you keep doing this over and over again, there will come a time when you won't be able to say it now. Then you can go and regret it one last time. A fair verdict will be given to everyone to prevent them from being better, worse than anyone else, or making such a consolation…….

The traffic light changed from red to green. I walked forward, leaving my thoughts full of thoughts in my heels.

This is exactly how I remember it.

It hurt a lot.

Suddenly, a blackout broke out in my head.

When I lifted my eyelids, I didn't know when they closed, the world was turned upside down.

‘Ah.'

The music rang from a distance for some reason, even though it came from my earphones. I was stunned. It was a car. In the truck. That's how it was. Because I've got my earholes covered with music and my mind filled with other thoughts. I took a step without even knowing the car was running next to me. Perhaps I was unfaithful to this world until the end.

‘I don't want to die. ’

‘Mother.’

‘... It hurts. ’

My vision flickers. I didn't move by my will. I felt like someone was opening their eyes instead. But, yes.

Yes…….

I was shattered.

* * *

I woke up with the sound of the ceiling collapsing.

A corner of his head was blinded, but a boulder fell right in front of him, and he came to his senses. I stood up. A bomb explodes from afar and the surrounding area shakes. That too in a row.

“What is this? ”

I was standing in a room I'd never seen before. No, I didn't call it a room. It was a huge cave. The ceiling was twice as high as the meteorite cave I saw in Jeju Island one day. The pupils were connected to the far side of the passageway. I had a quick thought as to why I was in this place, but there were no gaps to the question.

A fierce flush of blood. It smells like whitewash from your nostrils to your brain.

“Ugh……! ”

I got insulted by my esophagus.

There are bodies lying around. There were all kinds of corpses collapsing, like a twisted human being, a severed human neck, a twisted human limb in the reverse direction, and an arrow protruding from the gut - as if there were so many different ways to exhibit murder.

In the middle, there was the corpse of a non-human creature. But I wasn't sane enough to be distracted by it.

“Yuck! Queek, yuck! ”

I spilled my vomit once, and instinctively, I felt that now was not the time to throw up freely. There was still a noise somewhere far away. At that time, the cave floor and ceiling were heavily shaken.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! ”

I took a step blindly, stealing my mouth. Anyway, it was dangerous here.

The moment I moved my right foot, I was thrown to the ground powerlessly. Then I realized that my right foot had been broken. It was not just a small level. Even my bones were crumbling. My right foot twitched irrespective of my will.

“Damn it! Ugh! ”

I fell to my feet again, and then I started crawling with my arms. To get as far away from the blast as possible. Between the noise and the noise, I could hear the screaming and the screaming. Even I, who had never experienced a war, could tell that it was the sound of a lifelong battle. This was a battlefield.

What the hell?

I didn't die.

No, where am I?

Then someone shouts from behind. It was a man's walking voice.

“There he is! There's the Demon King! ”

The Demon King.

It was a title that had nothing to do with me. But I could feel it. The scream was pointing right at me.

On the ground, I barely looked back, and there were dozens of people blaring at me. I couldn't understand it well, but it was never in a good mood for me. At that moment, something stuck in front of me at an incredible rate. Those were arrows. They were shooting arrows at me!

I crazily crawled forward, forward.

“Don't shoot! Ugh, don't shoot! It's not me! ”

It was a voice I could not hear. Buried in tears, his voice was barely breathing. But I couldn't stand it without screaming, as if I were vomiting a little by little.

“Huff, don't shoot, don't shoot! Ugh, it's not me! ”

I couldn't breathe. In the meantime, the arrow continues to fly. We can avoid it. We can avoid it. One word repeats itself in my head like a broken radio.

But the luck was quick to end. An arrow grazed my forearm. I lost weight.

It hurts!

It really... hurts!

“Ugh, ugh! ”

My eyes brightened. Tears poured out. Tears were too hot.

I crawled like a caterpillar, moving my arms and legs without any sense of direction. A sharp rock in the cavern floor pierces your thighs. That hurt, too. I had no choice. Crawls. Suddenly, something presses against your back. Strongly trampled me.

I realized it was a human foot.

“I got it! I got the Demon King! I, Reef, have captured the Demon King Dantalian! ”

“Look at this! You look like a worm. ”

“Reef, you don't think this is your own ball. ”

My body doesn't move like an anchor on my waist. You still struggle. You reach out your arms and scratch the ground. I moved my legs like a mop.

Thousands of people were laughing at me from above.

“You look like a bug. No, it's literally a bug. ”

“Son of a bitch. We finally caught the Demon King. ”

“Hold on. Calm down, everybody. Don't get too excited. We haven't heard where the dungeon goods are yet. It's important to get rid of that bastard, but going back empty-handed will only make you laugh. ”

“Oh, dear puppy eyes. Like you said.”

Someone kicked me in the back. I didn't even scream. Kneel, Kneel, and exhale. The sand on the ground clings to my teary face.

Someone told me I couldn't open my eyes.

“Very well, Your Majesty. Let me ask you, where is the room where the dungeon's treasure is stored? ”

“Please… save……. ”

“Reef. It's a pain in the ass. You'll talk like a sparrow.”

“I don't need it. That's enough, twinkle. ”

It was a fierce conversation. I desperately prayed.

“Please help... I'm not... I'm not... really... ”

“Okay, okay. Calm down, Your Majesty. We don't want to be more violent than we need to be. Don't cry too much. Stop crying. Knng!”

“Kuhahaha!”

Laughter erupts around me.

I held back my tears. After all, I had to continue the conversation as long as possible. That was the path to my survival. I swallowed as hard as I could, though I was backing my throat with nausea and tears. However, something similar to the hiccups could not be tolerated.

“Yes, that's it. You're in a good position to negotiate! That's all you have to do. ”

“Ugh... Ugh, ugh. ”

“I'll ask you again. Where are the dungeon goods stored? ”

“Myeong-Wheel-Dong -- ugh, Myeong-Wheel-Dong."

Myeong-Wheel was my neighborhood. I was just saying whatever I wanted. What does it matter? We just have to say it anyway, that's all.

The opponent says, "What the heck?"

“Mayrun, what? ”

“Myung Wheel, Myung Wheel Dong. ”

“What a peculiar pronunciation. Does anyone understand? ”

“Maybe it's the Horseman's language. It's credible.”

“Okay, Your Majesty. I like smart business. I thought we could be friends, man. ”

The opponent slaps my cheek playfully.

“So where's the Mayrunto room? Tell me exactly.”

“There's a... secret passageway in my room. ”

“There's a secret passageway in the Demon King's Room? ”

“Yes, there's a secret passageway in the Demon King...... that only I can open with my own biometric awareness...... that only I can open with my own hands..." Yes, there is. ”

“A magical device. ”

Okay, and the opponent grabs my arm and raises it. A terrible pain spreads from the broken right foot.

“Aah!”

“Oh, no. He's a leg guy. ”

The opponent kicks his tongue.

“Hey, rookie. Raise the Demon King. He's a valued guest.”

“Yes, Mr. Ritz! ”

A man called a rookie wrapped my arm around my neck. I stood by him and walked.

Then I rubbed my face with my forearm, which gave me some peace of mind. I wiped my tears and opened my eyes. There were tears or frozen debris around the eyes, but it was enough to look forward.

There were dozens of humans surrounding me. Everyone holds a weapon in their hand, such as a bow or spear. The impression was cruel.

“Go!”

A man called Ritz shouted. The men walked somewhere, chatting and exchanging bags of water with each other. I almost got dragged away by a rookie.

Fortunately, they knew exactly where the Demon King's chambers were. Thank goodness. If you had asked me to escort you to the Demon King's chambers, you would have been full of lies.

“(* Sobbing *) ”

But I couldn't be relieved. It was just a slight reprieve to my death.

The ceiling of the cave is as quiet as if it were a terrifying confusion. The sound of a crowd chattering echoes. There, of course, my groaning was a little mixed up.

Dungeon Defense — Chapter 6

Dungeon Defense Chapter 6 — 00003 Weak New Game

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