CHAPTER 92

Jim entered the room, which was dark at the moment. And the door closed behind him. A light turned on, revealing the things that were in the room.

There was no pillow or bed, but there was an attached bathroom. A pot of water, and some canned food. Nothing more.

He went and sat by a wall, leaning his back against the wall. His left shoulder and right forearm were hurting badly, and so he couldn’t put a straight face.

[You survived for now.] Joe’s voice rang in his mind. [But from the looks of it, you’ll have to survive 97 more fights before you can even get out of this level.]

“Level?”

[Yeah. You’re in the lowest level of this dungeon.] Joe said rather casually. [It’s like a pyramid. The lowest level is the biggest in terms of area.]

Jim’s expression changed. “How do you know that?”

[I just do.]

“Hmph. How many levels are there?”

[I can tell you, but I don’t want to tell you.] Joe teased him. [If you manage to get out of this level, then I’ll tell you.]

Jim didn’t say anything.

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