The light inside the church was dim, barely illuminated by a few beams squeezing arduously through the tall, slender windows on either side.
The stained glass windows that once depicted holy relics had long been shattered, leaving behind hollow gaps.
Cold wind poured in, swirling the floating dust and mouse fur, and even the beams of light that should have been as clear as water were tarnished with filth.
In this nest of Ratmen, even sunlight was dirty.
Gauss stepped on the sticky, hard-shell ground beneath his feet and couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted.
However, he didn't show it.
These are all part of the adventurer's life.
Exploring demon nests, whether in abandoned buildings, deep caverns, or other dark corners, never aligns with cleanliness.
So, a person with severe cleanliness OCD is destined not to be an adventurer.
His gaze swiftly scanned the filthy hall and quickly locked onto a stone stairway entrance on one side, seemingly leading to the underground depths.
