On that first day Esdras had them build and rebuild the tent five times. Admittedly he was going out of his way to be a dick.

But…

These guys were actually trash, they messed it up more than Esdras even expected. The last two time he himself was getting fed up with them.

Naturally these pampered kids never had to do such labour before in their lives, especially after entering the mage tower.

So by nighttime they were completely exhausted, but Esdras did not have an ounce of mercy for them.

“Who told you to sit on your assess? Go and help the soldiers set-up a perimeter around the camp!”

By this time Esdras had cleaned up the dinner that was prepared by the soldiers and was rubbing his tummy, satisfied.

The three of the gave him death glares and went about their work. When they were done, Esdras gave them a final warning.

“Take turns on night watch and tomorrow we will scout the area for the monsters, good night.”

Esdras enjoyed his spacious tent along with the fact that his enemies suffered by his hands today.

Is this what it feels to enact justice? No wonder it felt good.

With that, Esdras sat down and reorganized his thoughts. His plan was to simply do the job assigned to him while secretly clearing the dungeon.

But how should he do that exactly? The work outside was important, if he messed up he could get on the True mages bad side. That was something he hoped to avoid.

So, he couldn’t neglect it, but working all day meant that he won’t have time to clear the dungeon. Fortunately, he had some no-good kids he could relegate this work to.

He just needed to show his face and give orders from time to time.

Having settled on a plan Esdras activated the Dungeon mark on his left hand and disappeared silently from the tent.

He opened his eyes and found himself in the boss room of the first floor. He could see the huge door and the purple light vortex.

Teleportation. It was actually real. Esdras was actually in disbelief, it was something that humanity on Earth was nowhere close to achieving yet he experienced it himself here.

Well, he did get a divine shard and transmigrated to a different world but still he was awed. Teleportation was not a type of magic that existed even in this magical world.

With his new spiked mace in toe he looked around the room and walked over to the second floor’s door, with a light push the door opened wide.

He knew-thanks to his title-that the monsters in this dungeon will respawn in thirty days after being killed.

This was a one instance dungeon, meaning that if someone entered it after him they will enter the same dungeon itself.

Meaning that they won’t have to clear the first floor as he already did that, this feature can be taken advantage of easily.

This left a bad taste in his mouth, he did not like doing work for free.

Either way, there was another important fact about the dungeons in this world, the grade of the dungeon. After a dungeon is cleared for the first time it will go down one grade.

Meaning that the level of monsters and loot will fall along with it. This was a another incentive to clear the dungeon as soon as possible.

But, Esdras was not blinded by greed, his life was his most important possession. If he could clear the dungeon quickly then great but if he couldn’t then he wasn’t going to regret it.

The second floor was a valley in between two mountain cliffs, he could actually see the sky and the sun along with chirping of birds and animals playing in the woods.

Esdras walked out of a door attached to one mountain cliff in a very natural way, as if the mountain was built that way. And yet that was exactly what made it abnormal.

He didn’t know what was going on anymore, was this still inside the dungeon? It was nighttime outside. Was he teleported to a different place in the world?

Obviously that was a real possibility, but he didn’t think that he left the dungeon at all. Something similar happened when he fought the ghoul in that swamp.

The woods in the valley were not alone, they grew around ancient buildings. As he walked in, he saw the remains of these ancient buildings scattered everywhere.

The ruin implied that there was some kind of civilization here at some point, it was a good setting, the vibe was nicely done.

Esdras peered into one of the broken buildings and saw that it was completely empty from the inside so he jumped over the broken wall and entered.

There was only some old vases and mold and dust, overgrown with vines and pests.

Esdras grabbed one of the vases and threw it down, breaking it in the process. There was nothing inside, not even some coins.

Abruptly he tried to jump to the side but he was a step too late. A giant spiked tongue broke through the wall of the building and slammed into his back stabbing him.

Esdras’s crashed into the opposite wall but he wasn’t hurt too badly, so instead of worrying about that he took a step back and dashed to the monster that ambushed him.

[Giant toad Lv.2]

It stood bigger than two meters and had a thick dark green hide all over it’s body.

With incredible speed Esdras crossed that distance and the wind cried with a swing of his mace. The giant toad was a swift monster despite it’s size but it still couldn’t react in time.

The mace smashed it’s head in, the spikes of the mace tearing it’s skin and flesh at once with savage might. It crumbled down.

Esdras breathed deeply, just now to stop the giant toad from fleeing he had to use vigor to increase his speed. As usual he stared to open up the monster when he felt a sharp pain assaulting his nerves.

His left shoulder was shot with an arrow.

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