"It's called 'Deep Mine,'" Tafas said. He swept his flashlight across the surface of the dungeon door, illuminating the foggy surface. It tumbled and twisted like smoke, as if disturbed by invading light.

"Do you want us to go to the dungeon?" One player asked, then gave a short laugh.

The corners of Tafas's mouth rose slightly. "The cost per license is 10 amaurites. Now, you can spend a few days mining on your own. Alternatively, you can try this dungeon. ”

"Ten bucks?" Jimbo repeated. "Are you kidding?"

"A lot," Kania snorted softly as she looked at the dungeon door.

"These licenses must be worth a lot of money," Awesome Dude said. "We should go to the dungeon, Sev."

But this is starting to seem like the best option.

"Ten bucks is ridiculous! Do you know how long this takes? That's the equivalent of ten dungeon trips! Jimbo exclaimed, and the players whispered in agreement.

"Ugh." Tafas spat his trademark saliva onto the ground. He crossed his arms over his thin chest. "If you don't like it, don't do it. It's the only way you can get what you want. ”

"But you gave permission to Kim Ji and the other guy," Jimbo protested. "Why do we have to go down the dungeon? It's not fair! ”

Tafas just raised his hands and shrugged. "That's right. Give me ten Amaurite crystals, and I'll give you permission. Jimbo opened his mouth, then froze. His gaze lost focus for a moment. They were like dolls, motionless and empty, and then suddenly blinked their eyes with strange expressions on their faces.

Then he suddenly understood why, as the system made a soft beep.

Mission Complete: Talk to Tafas

Quest Received: Obtain ten Amaurite Crystals to obtain a license

One player curses softly, and Jimbo looks like he's swallowed a lemon.

"Ten," he muttered. Then he lifted his eyes and looked around at the group, his attention briefly resting on Seif, and then moving on. "We don't have tanks."

"We have to call a tank," one player said. "Blindly entering the dungeon if you don't have it is tantamount to suicide."

The Ice Mage spoke, his voice soft, but everyone turned to look at her. "Has anyone heard of this?"

"Nope."

"I didn't."

"My clone didn't do anything!!" My people didn't say anything. ”

Jimbo cursed under his breath. "Great. Just what we needed. Someone, find us a tank, okay? Is anyone a healer? ”

"Oh yes!" Awesome guy elbowed Sef. "He's a healer!"

Sef grimaced as several pairs of eyes turned to him.

Tafas, who had been watching with interest, interrupted him. "Oh, sorry. I forgot to mention one thing. The therapist has to do something else. You will have to leave him. ”

"What?" Sev stared at him. At the same time, other voices followed him, "What? "Even more angry.

"What are you looking for so stupidly? Did I say you were going to do the same? Tafas spat on, anger written all over his face.

Kim Jo frowned angrily and pointed at the others. "Well, somebody is going to call for a therapist."

Watching several players bring up the system menu, Sef felt at a loss. Of course he couldn't see it, because everyone's system was only visible to himself, but he heard them say commands, and saw them raise their hands and knock on the invisible windows.

Sef suddenly felt a chill, like someone had poured ice into his lungs. What the fuck is this game?

One player suddenly lowered his hand, his tone full of disbelief. "It doesn't work."

"Try again," Jimbo demanded.

A second later, the other player swallowed nervously and shook his head. He's right. I can't get through either. ”

"Shall I me?" Jimbo frowned. "System, inbox." After a while, he turned and pointed his finger at Tafas accusatory. "What did you do?!"

Tafas grinned and spread his arms. "I didn't do anything."

"Then why doesn't our message work?!"

"Don't ask me. How do I know about out-of-bounds? ”

Kania stepped forward, worried. "I can't teleport either." "Me neither." Great guys, this time, looks a little uncertain. He looked at Seif, who just shook his head.

He didn't know what was going on either. It is estimated that Tafas did all this on purpose. Somehow.

Jimbo faced Tafas, his teeth grinding tightly. "What's going on? Why doesn't anything work? ”

"I told you, I don't know." The Aryon man sneered. "Well, I don't care. If I were you, I'd focus on getting that Amaurit. ”

"It's crazy!" One of the other players shouted. "It's not that you just gave the license to someone else, but you told us that we had to enter this dungeon multiple times to get our license. But we don't have tanks or healers. On top of that, we can't deliver or send messages. We're going to do the impossible again! What kind of stupid game is this?! ”

What they said was the heartfelt words of everyone present.

Tafas shrugged. "It's not my problem."

"You-!" The player lunged forward, but before he could do anything, the others pulled him back.

"Let's try," Kania said. She shrugged her shoulders as the team members looked at her like madmen. "I'm an evoker. My phoenix can heal a little. It's not much, but what do we have to lose? ”

This caused complaints. They exchanged glances, and Sef thought he heard someone muttering about trying before starting to slaughter NPCs.

The light was intense, forcing him to step back, a hand jerking up to cover his eyes. When he looked through his fingers, he saw that it was Tafas shining a lantern in his face. Bastard.

"Come on, healer," the bastard nodded to the tunnel, and they'd get through. "Don't you want to know how you're going to make a living?"

Not really. Several of them glared uneasily. Why did they look at him like it was his fault? This is not the case!

"Don't worry, Sev! You go about your business, and we'll meet later, okay? "That's awesome, man. It feels much better because at least he's not alone. Even if the other players are angry with him, at least one more person supports him.

Or two, because Kania gave him an encouraging smile and waved at him. He squeezed out a smile in response. Then he followed Tafas, who was already a few yards ahead. He had to jog a little to catch up.

Like a giant vulture, dancing in his belly, all he could do was dispel his worries. If everyone else is forced to take on a near-suicidal mission, what exactly does Tafas have in store for him?

They left the mine and headed for another building. Like the others, except that the windows are boarded and the doors are painted with a black X.

Ominous. Just in front of the door, Tafas stopped and turned around. "This is where the tortured stay. Your job is to heal the three of them. ”

"Suffering?" Sev looked at the marked door. "What?"

"Hey," Tafas grinned again,

"You'll see. Look for me when you're done. ”

Quest Update: Obtain 10 Amaurite Crystals to get a license or cure 3 tormented permits

The madman walked away with a very disturbing giggle. Watch him go. That's not bad, right? The cure is easy. He only needs to solve the problem of three people. He exhaled heavily, and the pressure followed.

Why is he so worried? Of course, the game doesn't give them impossible tasks. Of course, there will be some challenging problems, but there will always be a solution. Deep mine dungeons may have been designed to work without tanks or healers.

He was facing the door, which had a large X painted on it. He reached for the doorknob and pulled it open.

A foul-smelling stream of warm air hit him in the face. It was so filthy and rotten that he instinctively staggered back a step. Cover your nose and mouth with trembling hands.

It didn't help.

The stench coming out of it was just too strong. How many rotting corpses are stuffed inside for such a stench? Because it was the only thing he could imagine that would lead to this.

He looked out the door worriedly. There were no piles of corpses to greet him. There is only an empty entrance, illuminated only by a lantern hanging on the wall.

So why does it smell so bad?

He pulled up his shirt to cover his mouth and nose, and breathed shallowly.

Don't be like a child, he told himself. Just go in, heal, and leave.

The door closed behind him, with a scream, and then slammed shut. He jumped to his feet and turned to stare at the door.

A door. That's right, it's the door. There's nothing to be afraid of there.

He cautiously walked further inside. He was in a very short entrance hallway, with one room to the left and another room to the right. The room on the left was pitch black, while the room on the right had a soft golden glow emanating from it.

"Hello?" He exclaimed softly.

A rustling sound, and a hoarse female voice sounded: "Who?" ”

He hesitated to the door. Not sure what you'll see. "Me?"

After his wonderful self-introduction, the audience fell silent.

He took a moment to adjust his coat, and next, he combed his hair with his fingers, trying to smooth it out a bit. The gray line looks already very good.

He looked around the short hallway, wondering if there was a mirror for him to check. He couldn't see anything. Maybe mirrors don't exist in this game.

"Stop hanging out and get inside." An angry voice snapped. "Or get out."

"Outsiders?" Another hoarse voice whispered.

The other replied in a wheezing whisper. "Here?"

The voice fell silent. Curiosity overcame him, and he lifted his gaze.

Two women sat on the edge of the bed, and the third woman was buried under the blanket. They looked at him with milky white eyes, which became pale and discolored, and their pupils merged with the white of the sclera.

He immediately forgot about the terrible smell.

Every woman's skin is as pale and hard as a rock. Brought out of the mine. Their faces are frozen, and deep cracks form around their mouths and eyes to allow for small movements. The cracks oozed discolored blood and pus, seeping down their faces and staining their clothes. It's not just the face – every visible part of the skin is much the same.

What the hell is going on? How could such a thing exist? Suffered, Tafas said. What did you suffer?

"Scared, isn't it?" Woman sitting in the nearest chair.

Let out a shrill laugh.

Bitter, resigned voices are more than a form of entertainment. "That's when you spend your whole life with OBSA."

"Obsa?" The dismissal whispered. He couldn't look away, though he just wanted to get out of the game and bleached his eyeballs. And his nose doesn't work anymore.

"Black rocks," said the other woman in the chair hoarsely. Her breathing became heavy, like she couldn't breathe enough air. "They're 'old.'"

"What......" he stopped, swallowing in a suddenly dry throat. "What the hell is OBSA?" Is this what the handsome guy picked up?

"Hmm." A woman snorted softly, her cloudy eyes drifting away.

"Curse," the woman on the bed hissed.

"It's valuable, so we collect rocks day after day, night after night."

The woman let out a faint coughing sound. "Look what we've got. We suffer, and then we die. ”

Whatever he thought about this place, these NPCs, the words of the bedridden woman resonated with him.

We suffer and then die.

What kind of terrible life is that?