This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 86. Aidin Klar

A thin mist shrouded the farm, which never saw the light of day. Along the roadside, ears of wheat, as tall as two people, rustled softly against each other in the wind.

The tinnitus gradually worsened, and Aiding pressed his throbbing temples, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force.

A certain non-existent murmur echoed in my mind, as annoying as the sound of chains dragging across stone slabs.

Aiding's steps unconsciously slowed down. As he stumbled, he realized that his companions ahead had already walked more than ten steps, their figures almost swallowed up by the swaying wheat fields...

In a daze, a warm, stream-like sensation suddenly washed over my back, and a pale golden halo spread from my shoulders and neck to my entire body.

The persistent buzzing sound vanished instantly, and even if it was only temporary, it brought Aiding immense comfort.

"Are you alright? You should have told me sooner if you weren't feeling well!" The freckled face obscured the drooping wheat ears as the priest gently helped the swaying Aidin to his feet.

Shaking his gradually clearing mind, Aiding broke free from the somewhat ambiguous position.

"I'm sorry, it was my problem. Thank you, Fan..."

The name was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn't bring myself to say it. The priest... what was his name again?

The pastor seemed oblivious to this, simply smiling and saying, "We're teammates, let's hurry up, or we'll fall behind them."

Yes, we can't afford to fall behind!
The Abyss requires more teamwork than other dungeons.

They quickly caught up and found the two standing in front of a barn.

The thief was trying to pick the lock when the soldier saw them catching up and scolded, "Why are you so slow? Is this kid holding us back?"

The warrior's eyes were fixed on Aidin, but the priest stepped forward and said, "I'm sorry for the delay."

Seeing that the priest had taken responsibility, the warrior said nothing more and quietly waited for the thief to unlock the lock.

click -

"It's done!"

With the thief's whistle, the barn door was pushed open, the rotten oak bolt making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Upon entering, everyone was stunned by what they saw—gold coins, a whole barn full of gold coins!
The thief's deerskin boots were buried in a pile of gold coins. He picked one up and examined it closely: "An ancient kingdom's gold coin! I've hit the jackpot!"

Warriors and thieves rushed forward, scooping up countless gold coins only to have them slip through their fingers.

"Hahaha! This must be the secret treasure of this floor!" The warrior emptied his backpack and stuffed in handfuls of gold coins.

The pastor remained relatively composed, but his eyes still gleamed with excitement.

Only Edin, the newcomer, stood blankly outside the barn, at a loss.

"What...what are you doing?"

Before Aiding, he saw none of the gold coins they had mentioned, only a warehouse full of grain.

hum-

The tinnitus started again. When I looked up again, the millet had disappeared, replaced by a warehouse full of gold coins.

The soldier's backpack was already full of gold coins, and there was no room for anything else.

"No, this isn't right, it's a trap! Get out!"

Aidin shouted his warnings at the top of his lungs, but the warriors and thieves ignored him, focused only on collecting their "gold coins".

The priest seemed to be in a better position, at least she heard Aidin's warning, but her first reaction was to turn around and cast [Remove Curse] on her two completely fallen teammates.

Her subconscious kindness caused her to miss her chance to escape.

A grass claw carrying the smell of decay swept past Aiding, and one after another, scarecrows emerged from the wheat fields on either side.

Aidin was forced to retreat step by step, and was almost caught several times.

Once they had retreated far enough, they turned around and saw that the scarecrows had already filled the barn...

They should be saved... at least the priest should be saved...

Even though she was thinking this, her feet were already running wildly down the path she had come from. The auditory hallucinations were happening again, and this time no one was there to dispel them. Could she... even escape?

It was getting darker and darker. Aiding reached out, trying to pull away the darkness blocking his way.

"Ok?"

The coarse cloth curtains were suddenly pulled open, and the morning light of midsummer was like hot milk being poured out, the blinding light making his eyelashes tremble.

Aiding reflexively raised his elbow to shield his eyes and moved his body to sit up against the wall.

With the back of his head pressed against the cold brick wall, he pressed his palm against his throbbing temples, as if that would squeeze the fragments of his dream out of his mind.

The exhaustion following the nightmare made him feel like he'd been stuffed in a sack and beaten all night.

When I glanced at the strange woman beside me, her chestnut hair was spread out on the crumpled pillow.

What did I do last night?

Oh, right, mushrooms!
He picked up the half-full bag of green mushrooms that was still on the side of the bed and threw it all into the trash can with a look of disgust.

"A damn sleep aid."

I bought some because I heard it could help me sleep, but I never expected that while it would help me sleep, it would give me these kinds of dreams!

The nightmare that hadn't bothered him for fifteen years was suddenly rekindled by a few broken mushrooms.

Honestly, I said I'd get some rest and recharge before heading to the dungeon, but after this nap, I feel even worse.

Anyway, there are 5 days...

Aiding buried his head back into the covers.

"What was that pastor's name again?"
-
Inside the Adventurers' Guild.

Mirabelle tossed the bounty record onto the table, where the girl who had worked the night shift the previous night stood.

"Who are these Houssley and Houssett? When did these two become diamond-level adventurers? Didn't you think their names sounded off when you filled out the form?"

“But… but they all have guild badges…” The girl felt a little wronged; she had been following the rules.

"Never mind, never mind..." Mirabelle waved her hand, letting the girl leave the office.

In fact, she knew that this was not the girl's fault. A level 56 illusionist could easily fool an ordinary girl.

Even if you switch it yourself, you might not be able to tell the difference.

She was just feeling annoyed; these adventurers were all troublesome.

First, there was the Begoun squad confidently throwing their lives away, and now there's this same confident Aidin, wanting to handle a group quest all by himself.

But what if this thing dies?
Should I issue another S-rank raid mission?
Mirabelle flipped through the pages of Edin Klar's file, her eyebrows rising higher with each page.

Judging from his resume, this isn't the first time this guy has done this.

They enjoy taking on exploration missions, whether solo or in a team, and when faced with a team mission, they will use illusion magic to get through.

Since the mission completion rate is quite high, even if it fails, it can still bring back a lot of useful information. Other branches seem to accept this attitude.

Moreover, there has been no record of him suffering serious injury to date.

Oh……

Still there.

As a newbie, he experienced a team wipe in the Scarecrow Abyss. He was the only one to return from the four-person group, and he was left with a loss of taste due to the curse.

After that, he changed his activity range and never went to Scarecrow Abyss again. Instead, he wandered between other dungeons and came to Silent Wind Town after the Demon Tide.

He seems to be a capable guy. Anyway, there aren't many diamond-level players in Silent Wind Town right now, so we can let him give it a try.

(End of this chapter)