Going home, he lay down in his bed and started checking his phone.
Checking each app carefully.
After a while, he found a new app called: Dungeon World.
Pressing it, his phone darkened and showed three options.
|Store (+). Physical abilities (+). Monsters (+).|
Pressing the store option.
|Dungeon store — points: 10.|
|Items (+). Potions (+). Spells (+). Skills (+). Function (+).|
Pressing the skill option, his phone showed him basic skills he would normally see in a fantasy series.
The spells for fireball, waterball, and such, exist.
Items for equipment like weapons and armor.
While potions were the healing, mana, and stamina.
What question him in this moment was the function option.
Just looking at it, he felt his heart beating fast.
|Function —
Dungeon entry. Price: 1,000 points.
Inventory space. Price: 10,000 points.
Level up. Price: 1,000,000 points.|
Just looking at the things available on it, the man realizes something about it quickly.
"I can't enter the dungeon again." He said, just reading the first one of them.
Thinking about it, he only entered that place because of the coin the goblin dropped.
He didn't enter it on his own, he was simply dragged into it.
Realizing this, the man started thinking about how he could go back to that place.
Since his home was just near the gate of his village, just right outside the highway, he could probably enter it again.
"Problem? How can I do it?"
Thinking about this, and seeing the hours nearing 12 midnight.
He closed his eyes and let his tired self sleep first.
The next morning, after cleaning up.
The man started thinking about how to get back to that place.
Since the goblin was there, it should have a home where it hide it's scavenged loot.
For a moment, he felt relieved about his current situation.
After his mother remarried, he found himself being shut down by his new family members.
Unable to take them, he decided to leave the house, and being a college student only, with no job, he couldn't do this.
Thankfully, his family owns farmlands, and in one of their lands, they have a tiny hut he could live in.
Was it lonely? Of course, imagine living your whole life with your mother only.
Suddenly, she brought a man with two people the same age as you, and those so-called "Siblings" of yours hated you.
He wanted to tell her to leave that man, but seeing how happy she was being with him, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
In the end, he decided to take care of himself, if it meant his mother being happy.
His home was just one big box, his bed set in the corner, opposite where the door of this place is.
In the corner of the door, a tiny stove is set, and next to that is his tiny kitchen drawer filled with two spoons, two plates, three bowls, one paddle, and one of both pots and a flat pan.
Next to his bed was the only drawer of his clothes, and where he hangs his wash clothes too.
The lights? It was just a solar panel one that would last the entire night if it received sunlight the entire day.
Even so, he was glad to live here.
Though lacking in some necessities, he was still able to live comfortably, minus the lack of internet.
While saying this, the man finally had an idea of how to get back in that place.
That very night.
He went to the bridge of the highway, just right outside the very welcoming sign of the village.
He ran back and forth, trying to recreate the event yesterday.
For a while, he was thinking whether what happened yesterday was just a dream or not.
But after three hours of repeatedly doing this, he found himself back into the dungeon.
|You have entered a dungeon.|
His phone told him.
"Haa!" He screamed. "It worked!"
He yelled again, before checking back on the goblin corpres he killed last night.
Just like he left it behind, the head of it was pierce open with the pickaxe near it.
The same area, where he pick up the coin yesterday, before he was thrown out the dungeon.
"I should hurry now," he said, fixing his bag behind.