Chapter 54: Chapter 52: The hand that feeds

“Do I hold it against a dungeon when someone in my party dies?

I mean… yeah. Why the hell wouldn’t I?

Sure. Some people will say that it’s our fault for going down there in the first place. But, what the hell else are we supposed to do? I grew up poor. Most of us do. The rich don’t become adventurers. I don’t have any qualifications. I don’t have any education or formal training of any kind.

But what I can do is shoot a bow and I can do it damn good. I’m level thirty. I have some abilities that’ll knock your socks off.

Sure, I could join the military. But, honestly, I’m more likely to die there than I am in the dungeon.

And the dungeon has endless resources anyways. Every instance has every floor of the dungeon and there are thousands and thousands of instances every day. So why do we have to fight for those resources?

The dungeon could just give them to us and it would be a done deal. It clearly has the ability to make as many things as we need. Then, we wouldn’t need to go and take it for ourselves. It clearly has the ability to do that, if it wanted to. But it doesn’t. So, yes, I do blame it for the people who died in my party.

The dungeon doesn’t care. The rich don’t care. It’s just us and we have to stick together with our own. They weren’t bad people. They were just born too poor to be able to do anything else.

Is that a reason for them to have to die?

— I guess so.”