The man didn't speak again. Probably too embarrassed by Neo's words.
Neo decided for the both of them to survey the area and estimate the perimeter so they could have an idea of the size of the dungeon.
But after going about for half a day without coming across a single Bizarro, Neo guessed they had fallen into a low-ranked dungeon.
Which was actually a good thing.
At least he could rest easy for some time without having to think about facing Bizarros and triggering his PTSD.
As an experienced hunter, Neo knew his way around a dungeon and could personally regulate his system, but the other party was not the same.
Soon enough, he stopped walking and whined, "I'm hungry…"
At this time, they were following the flow of a red stream. Some mutant fishes swam close to the surface of the stream, their colors bright and eye-catching.
It was easy to believe that they would be tasty just by looking at it. Fools were always tempted by the animals on Earth.
