Chapter 10

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

On the road in the town at night, there were no pedestrians except the patrolling militiamen and the drunkard who was ready for a hangover.

The crescent moon in the sky and the lights of the houses added a hint of fireworks to the town of Kara.

In Uncle Gorm’s small house, the bright lights illuminated the entire house, making it feel warm.

“The last one, Flaming Pork Chop, is here.” A slightly built middle-aged woman in an apron carried a plate of fragrant pork chops and placed it on a table with many dishes.

The woman serving the food was Uncle Gorm’s wife, Little Gorm’s mother, Aunt Amisha.

Amisha sat down, wiped the water stains from her hands on her apron, and hung them on the back of her chair.

“Okay, start eating. Kane, you have to eat more.”

As Amisha spoke, the family began to eat eagerly.

Kane cut a piece of the most prominent staple on the table, the flaming pork chop that was served last, and popped it into his mouth.

The familiar slightly spicy taste invaded his mouth like a fire seedling floating through his mouth. Grease overflowed, and the fragrance of meat assaulted his nostrils.

“Aunt’s culinary skills are still so good. You can even become a chef in the palace.”

Across the room, Amisha laughed delightedly.

“Kane’s mouth is still as sweet as honey. Hahaha.”

“Alright, quickly tell us about your dungeon adventure. When I was young, I always wanted to be an Explorer, but I never had the chance. What a pity.”

The usually unflappable Uncle Gorm could hardly wait.

“That’s right. Tell me your adventure story.” Little Gorm had put down his knife and fork. It seemed that the feast he usually looked forward to had lost its appeal.

Kane cleared his throat and began telling his family his first adventure story.

…

“In a burst of white mist, I returned to the wolf’s den from before.”

Kane began to tell his story at the end of the day’s dinner.

Little Gorm’s eyes were wide, and he fell silent from the adventure story just told.

Aunt Amisha had risen and begun to clear away the cutlery. Uncle Gorm sat quietly at the head of the table with a glass of wine, deep in thought.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you, Kane?” Uncle Gorm said quietly. He knew exactly how attractive the wonders of the dungeon were to young people.

Even though this came with huge risks, there were people rushing over every moment.

Young people with dreams, middle-aged people who were wild and not resigned to the current situation, and even some old people who wanted to take a gamble.

Even in his youth, he’d been prepared to make his way until he took an arrow in the knee.

“Yes, I want to see it, see this world, see other races, learn skills, and have the power to enter into the world of illusion.”

Swords and magic, elves, dwarves, centaurs. The fantasy worlds of past lives that Kane had wanted to see after he’d successfully turned on the system.

“Go, don’t be bound by us. We shouldn’t be your shackles, but we are family. When you should lose everything and return, you will still have us.” Uncle Gorm tried to make his voice sound calm.

“Of course, you should send a letter home every month,” Amisha said as she came out of the kitchen with red eyes. Presumably she had heard the whole conversation.

“Of course, of course. I’ll definitely write to you every month,” Kane said happily. The support of his family stirred his heart.

Although they were not blood relatives, they were more like real relatives.

“You go first. When I’m older, I’ll definitely come and take my chances with you.” Little Gorm, who had heard that Kane was going to take his chances, shouted his own intention.

“Haha, no problem, Little Gorm. Then you have to train hard, or I won’t bring you along.” Kane laughed.

Uncle Gorm also looked relieved. His son had inherited his father’s will.

Of course, Amisha wasn’t so easy to talk to. She widened her eyes and yelled at Little Gorm, “What did you say? You little brat, I’ll teach you a lesson today,” and went to the kitchen to find a weapon.

Little Gorm cried out and began to make a run for it, but was chased up the stairs by Aunt Amisha with the wooden branch.

Uncle Gorm came over and put the bag of gold coins he had prepared in Kane’s pocket. He patted him on the shoulder. “Go back and get ready. You’re leaving tomorrow, aren’t you?”

“What’s this?” Kane asked, eyeing the gold coin pouch in his pocket.

“This is the commission for hunting those wolves. Alright, young man, stop dawdling and hurry up. You still have a lot of things to prepare.”

Then he pushed Kane out the door.

“Then, goodbye, Uncle Gorm. Say goodbye to Aunt and the others for me,” Kane said helplessly as he stood outside the door.

“Okay, no problem. Bye, kid.” He waved to Kane and closed the door.

Kane hefted the gold coin pouch in his pocket. Sure enough, it weighed more than twice the weight of 20 gold coins.

Walking slowly down the road, Kane had never felt the crescent moon so warm in the sky.

By the window, Gorm and Amisha watched in silence as Kane disappeared into the night.

“Are we really going to set him on the path of his parents?”

“He has adventurous blood in him, doesn’t he? How can we stop the flow of his blood?”

“He’ll be safe, won’t he?”

“Of course. He’s better than everyone else, isn’t he?”

…

The sky was just beginning to lighten. The sun had not yet reached the horizon.

Kane rose early, combed his hair, and put on his brand-new hunting clothes. He grabbed his simple duffel and closed the door.

He was moving steadily toward the future.

When he arrived at the camp again, it already looked like a construction site.

Buildings were being erected everywhere. Workers came and went, carrying construction materials.

Kane even saw magical structures similar to robots, some humanoids, and non-human races.

He dodged the building materials all the way to the office tent from yesterday.

He shook the brass bell beside him and waited quietly outside.

“Come in.” Nando’s steady voice revealed a hint of fatigue.

Kane pulled back the curtain and went in. Inside, it was the same as the day before. But this time, Nando was writing furiously at the table, and the president was nowhere to be seen.

“Good day, Mr. Nando,” Kane said, bowing politely.

Nando was surprised to see it was Kane.

“Ready so soon, Mr Kane?”

Kane smiled. “I’ll be back from time to time. It won’t have to be a life-and-death parting.”

“Hahaha, Mr. Kane is so confident. Of course, I feel the same way.”

Nando laughed, then got up and walked over.

“Come with me. Since you’re ready, I hope you like the feeling of teleportation.”

With that, he led Kane toward the huge teleportation stone in the middle of the camp square.

When he reached the teleportation stone, he introduced it to Kane. “In the circle of blue border patterns below the teleportation stone is the range of the teleportation. If you accidentally touch this side during the teleportation, you’ll be sent flying. Although it won’t be life-threatening, it won’t feel good,” Nando revealed his trepidation.

Handing Kane a bronze card engraved with the logo of the Mist Council, Nando said,

“The teleportation location is the glorious metropolis of the border city-state, Sok Yamas. It’s also known as the City of Lions. After arriving there, the Explorer’s House is beside the teleportation stone. It’s very conspicuous.

Take this card and enter. The people inside will help you. Stand inside and let me know when you’re ready to teleport.”

Carrying a stick wrapped in a strip of cloth on his back and holding his luggage, Kane took a deep breath and stood inside.

“Ready?” Nando asked.

“No problem. Let’s begin.”

“Alright, start the teleportation.” After saying that, he gestured to the controller beside him.

A blue light shot into the sky. Kane was nowhere to be seen at the original spot.