His sister is bedridden and may die within a year. The queen has given him the most powerful skills and the guild expects a lot from him. However, if you push yourself too hard, the dungeon will easily kill you. If you do, you will make your mother and father cry and Mary will die.

I can't fail.
I can't die.

The more I think about it, the more the pressure crushes me. I think how much easier it would be if I could just try my best to conquer without thinking. It would be an easy road if I could just go on without thinking about anything. Because you don't have to think.

But that's not the way.

That's just not thinking.

Think. Keep thinking. Think all the time, like you breathe.

What should I do?

How do I save Mary?

How can I beat the dungeon.

How do I--

''Mr. Ler?

Prine looks at me with concern.

'Are you okay? Are you okay?

I was in a hurry to make things right.

I'm sorry. I'm fine.
'Really? Are you sure you're not pushing yourself too hard?''
'Oh.'
'...... I see.'

Prine laughs.

I'll be by your side, Ra, you can tell me anything.

He smiles innocently.
Oh, I think. Oh, no. I've been caught off guard.
I'm going to cry a little.

'It's okay. I feel stupid worrying when I look at you.
'What? I've been thinking about it a lot too, you know?
'I know. I know. I understand.

I suddenly remembered Elena's words.



'You guys have a very calculating relationship, don't you?

I laughed.

'This is just a rationale,' he said.
''Huh?''
'Of course, I'm raising Prine for the dungeon. But the main reason I'm with him is because I--'



Yes. Because I wouldn't be able to stand.
The only thing that keeps me calm in this situation is Prine, who makes it seem as if I'm not even nervous at all.

Her smile saves my life.

Prine is my rock. Without her, I would not be able to stand alone. Prine is the pillar that holds me up so I don't fall apart.

That's why I mustn't let go of her at any cost. Prine is the only one I can count on to stay by my side. It doesn't matter if I'm a liability in battle. I can cover that up as much as I want.

I need Prine to keep me going.

It's delicious!

Well, I'm never going to tell you that. It's too frustrating.

--After all, I've never won an academic exam with this guy.

I studied really hard to beat Prine. I stayed up all night every day, all year long. I worked so hard that Mary and my parents were worried about me.

--It wasn't enough to just work hard.

All I was doing was, if you want to use a dungeon analogy, I was just trying to beat the slime. I spent every waking moment slaying slimes. Even when I got sick, I just kept on slaying slimes.

At that time, Prine had created a system where you could gain experience just by breathing, if you will.

You can't win. That's a different perspective.

That's why Prine is great. He doesn't make mistakes. He never makes a mistake in the way he works. That's why your hard work pays off.

Prine would be a great mage even without the witch's boon. Or perhaps she will find a job further down the road.

With the [Breathing] skill, I can finally catch up with him.

I mutter to myself.

'You're awesome. ......'
'Eh? You're better than him. You can do anything.
'Hmm. Well, whatever.'
'That's weird.

He laughed and resumed eating,

'Hey, guys, have you been drinking?

A mug of beer was suddenly slammed on the table.
I looked at him and saw a red-faced guy with a Mohawk (!). A large man with a big smile on his face is looking at us.
We got tangled up with a drunk.

'I haven't been drinking. I'm eating.

I told him to go away,

'Oh? This is a bar, have a drink!



Shut up.

There was no other place open to eat. Give me a break!
'Well, let's have a drink together!

Shut the f*ck up.

I don't drink.

Oh, shit, I just .......

I had an 'oh shit' look on my face and Prine had an 'aww ......' look on hers at the same time.

Get the f*ck out of here! Do you know who you're talking to, you little brat?
I don't know who you are.

Oh, I did it again.
Prine is about to cry 'ah ...... ah ......'. I'm so sorry.

Mr. Mohawk is freaking out.

'You ...... are gonna get it ( )......!
'You gagged on that line, you Mohawk. You're a joke in your own head, you moron.
'Oh, God, ...... rah ......!

I'm sorry.

Finally, Mr. Mohawk snaps. He sucks in his breath and his hair comes out in a rage - I can feel it right up to that moment. At least Prine doesn't seem to be hurt, so it's okay.

I can't keep quiet now that you've said that much! Hey, you guys, come here! I'm going to shush you, you little brat!
''''Oh!!!''''

And then, three Mohicans stood up from a table a short distance away from us.
A Mohawk yells in front of me.

We are the Four Brothers Rodriguez! Remember that!

Everyone was dressed in martial arts attire and everyone had a Mohawk.

The dungeon is big," I muttered softly.