Night fell. The two people inside the dungeon had already walked so long and far that they had found themselves in an old settlement area.
"Gosh… I'm so tired…" Raze complained shamelessly.
Ever since he had introduced himself earlier, it was as though the gate to his true personality opened up. He was no longer quiet. Every five to ten minutes, he would open his mouth to complain or suggest something.
And none of the things he said were helpful in any way. Neo had been right earlier—he should really close his mouth to block the useless things that often came out of it.
"Aren't you tired?" Raze stood in front of Neo with his hands resting on his waist, blocking the previously clear path.
"I'm not." Neo was a pro at speaking a few words.
"Haah," Raze exhaled. "High-ranked hunters are really lucky. People like me can't even walk three miles without feeling exhausted."
