The portal to the dungeon had opened into the basement; Hansung knew it when he heard through a megaphone that they will evacuate the building and avoid the same place. He had to wait behind the porter's post of the place that people will go through until he was left desolate. His feet subconsciously led him to the descending steps.

Normally when a dungeon spawned, depending on the rank of the dungeon, they would send a group of hunters with a similar or higher level, preferably who will be near the location. The most frequent bridges to other worlds hovered between B and C. And the most frequent beings were orcs, dark elves, beasts, harpies and the usual basic monsters from horror stories.

He was finally in front of the portal. It was a blue one with yellow trails flashing around the edges.

It was a class B dungeon.

The deity "Knight of Nottingham" advises not to enter the dungeon alone.

The "Daunted Warrior" deity contradicts the other deity by offering you to be the incarnation of him to be able to face the next enemies.

I like persistent people, but he's already going too far, he thought, remembering the many times he had offered the same thing to her. It already seemed like a plea.

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you," a voice behind him advised. He was a young adult who remained in the shadows with his arms crossed over his chest. He with red hair and a week-old beard, effect of constant use of mana, mysterious clothes and amber eyes that lit up slightly in the dark. Many novice hunters during the Dark Times rushed into dungeons alone, and I don't think I need to tell you what their final fate was.

"Fate shuffles the cards, we just choose them."

The "Daunted Warrior" deity shows pride in the answer.

"Why do you show pride when you didn't help anything?"

"And impulsive actions only bring more chances of failure than success, surely you didn't know that," he answered with confidence and an unnoticed superiority.

The "Daunted Warrior" deity tenses with fury climaxing the stranger.

The deity "Knight of Nottingham" chuckled at the deity's reaction.

Hansung considered the option of ignoring it. After a few seconds he decided to avoid looking at it and approach the portal with the intention of entering, but not before giving an answer, "But, will you stop me?"

"No, I won't stop you. I'll stay here to wait for the squadron of hunters in the vague hope that I won't find you a little mound of ash or a corpse.

I had to do it. I had to do it. I felt the need to do it. But why? Maybe it was to earn some money. Perhaps it was because of the hope that it would be impossible to find the dungeon that overlooked the world of the snowmen. His thoughts were lost, as was his gaze, which remained fixed on the void while his hands balled into fists.

The professional hunter watched him walk through the portal no doubt with a neutral snort.

"I'll be in trouble if he ends up dead." Let's just hope they don't find his remains, he thought aloud positively as he stood in the same place waiting for the raiding party of at least one of the major guilds.

Meanwhile, on the other side, a chill ran through Hansung's entire body, plunging him into a near state of hypothermia. Snowflakes as large as one inch fell heavily as they were swept away by a brutal blizzard, thus preventing clear vision and ensuring an early death, whether at the hands of the ecosystem or the inhabitants.

I was not alone. He knew it when he drew his secondhand short sword and wrapped himself in a traveler's scarf. The large and barely visible silhouettes three dozen paces away.

Snowmen.

He looked to the side, ignoring the quiver of his jaw that collided with the top row of teeth. I look away. "Wh-what? They... They were waiting?»

A score of armed and armored figures with adult-sized weapons stood around him, waiting for something. Perhaps from the hunters, but they only received a weak boy who was prey to the unrelenting cold.

And the first blow was struck.