Without long, the darkened field of vision, dark enough to lose ones sense of balance, cleared up. Luckily, Walms feet firmly gripped the unknown ground. He was welcomed by the unknown area where it was hard to say that the visibility was good, but clumps of luminous moss were growing on the ground, walls, and ceiling, illuminating the surrounding.

Traces of the Gods interfering with the world, The playground of the Gods, and The world outside of reason, that was the exaggerated name that Walm learned when investigating the labyrinth. He couldnt even laugh at those who gave such names. Even for Walm, who was accustomed to a different world with some different principles, this place was just too different.

That said, Walm was neither a scholar nor a researcher who would itch to unravel the mysteries of the world or wouldnt get satisfied to just let it by without trying to unravel them. More than anything, worrying more than necessary about the mystery of the labyrinth would only slow him down. He had already experienced a world where different laws and principles work, so he was open-minded enough to not get confused every single moment like this.

Breathed repeatedly to calm the excitement.

With his body regaining its flexibility, Walm sook out the footsteps of the ones who went before him. It shouldnt have been that long since the preceding adventurers jumped in, but he couldnt see them. Dropping his hips to search around his feet, but there was no brand new trace left behind.

Considering the information, Walm got his brain into gears.

Are the start points separated?

Otherwise, the labyrinth challengers sent in one after another will create a traffic jam.

I wonder how big this place is...

Considering the amount of supplies that commoners without military service or war experience could carry on their backs, and considering that they could return from the low-rank floors, it should be possible to traverse in a day at the longest, or less than half a day at the shortest. At least Walm thought so.

Considering the equipment of the adventurer party with the greenhorn, even Walm alone should be able to deal with the enemy around this area. Although Walm never felt complacent about his own combat skill, through his long combat experience, he understood very well how much he could push himself.

Walm readied his halberd and started walking down the passage.

The ceiling was unusually high, and the passage was wide enough for two wagons to easily pass. The passage led to a small room, from which multiple new passages appeared. After choosing one of them, the same passage and small room existed. After repeating the same procedure several times, Walm had a general grasp of the structure of this low-rank floor.

Basically, it was similar to a grid pattern. The lines were passages, the intersections were small rooms, and some roads were cut off and become dead ends. The ground was mixed with pebbles and luminous moss that had fallen, and weeds were struggling to survive.

Again, Walm left the small room and now was walking through the passage. However, this time, he noticed a shadow approaching from the front. The pattering sound of footsteps was somewhat silly, it didnt match the atmosphere of the labyrinth, and on the contrary, it was even eerier. And so, as Walm braced himself, the figure of the shadow emerged.

Goblin?

The appearance of a familiar monster didnt change even in the labyrinth. It was a humanoid monster, about the height of a child, and had canine teeth that were more developed than humans. Its ears were smaller and pointed than those of a human, and its skin was still pimpled and green. Among low-ranking monsters, it was smart enough to run away if it was put in a disadvantageous situation. It was supposed to be.

However, the goblin that saw Walm rushed towards him. Domination by powerful individuals and different species, the goblins state was similar to a frenzied state under Great Outbreak.

Walm, who sank his hips, thrust the halberd at the goblin that jumped in. The tip of the spear part of the halberd bit in and the goblins head free-danced in the air, before bouncing around on the floor several times.

Without relaxing, Walm vigilantly searched for signs of the surroundings, but there were no further attacks.

Well, yeah, its just one goblin.

Walm, who had released his stance, approached the corpse. Just to be sure, he poked its heart, but there was no reaction. It was a bare-handed goblin who wore nothing and didnt even have a weapon. He then inspected the damaged head, which was also nothing different than what he knew.

Did it attack because I got close to a certain distance? Or just that it was wandering around? I guess both.

After finishing his investigation, Walm tried to leave the place, but a new sign was approaching. Must be a monster lured by the sounds of battle.

Must be another goblin

Walm hesitated whether to intercept or not, but chose to flee. He wasnt crazy enough to get pleasure in killing naked goblins.

It wasnt even an edible monster, and even if the corpses could be pulverized and turned into fertilizer, it wasnt enough to make him actively hunt for it.

Walm quickly left the place while suppressing the sound of his footsteps.

After crossing a few passages and small rooms, he stopped and looked for signs. There didnt seem any pursuit as he had feared.

Even after that, Walm, who continued his exploration by mowing down the weak spots of the few unfortunate goblins he encountered, arrived at a room different from the one he had been used to, and found something.

Stairs?

The stairs were wide open, as if telling him to go down.

Walm probed the floor and railings with his halberd and poked around, but there was no change. So, he obediently descended the stairs.

Footsteps echoed, but no other sounds were mixed. After going down about 100 steps, he arrived at a room he had grown tired of seeing.

If its like this, theres no choice than walking around again to look for stairs.

Lightly hit the shoulder with the handle of the halberd as saying so.

Walm remembered the information he got. He was told that the deeper one went down, the tougher the enemy would become.

And sure enough, as if to confirm it, a goblin appeared in front of Walm, who had braced himself, but this time, with a club in its hand.

You learned how to use a club huh.

Walm said admiringly. It was really a great growth after all.

Holding the club high in the air, the goblin approached.

Walm stuck his halberd in respect of its bravery. The sharply extended halberd point decapitates the goblins neck just as before.

The club that the goblin was holding in its hand made a crunching noise and fell to the floor. So pathetic.

Walm picked up a club and swung it several times. Better quality than he expected. Even with the physical strength of a goblin, if hit repeatedly, it might be possible to crush a melon or even a human head.

Stowed the first memento into his magic bag. If it became a waste of space, it could be used as fuel for a bonfire.

After that, Walm casually cut down the goblins that stand in his way. To put it bluntly, it wasnt hard enough to even called it a fight. He killed about seven goblins and dived further down.

Walm braced himself to see what kind of monster he would meet after the descent this time.

Walking through, it wasnt just a single footstep that could be heard from the passage.

Pressing by numbers huh? Certainly not a bad idea.

Two goblins swung their clubs and rushed in. As if giving proof that he had gotten used to decapitating goblins, Walm unleashed his halberd like before to kill one.

The other goblin rushed over without flinching at the death of its partner. For some reason, it was too obsessed with Walm. He retracted the halberd and swung it to the approaching goblins neck, smashing through its spinal cord. With most of the neck severed, the goblin simply continued to spasm, staining the floor with the blood spurting from its arteries.

Walm moved forward as if nothing happened.

Perhaps because it was the floor where multiple goblins attacked at once, the sound of battle accompanied by roars resounded out of nowhere.

It must be a party that came to hunt in the low-rank floors. Walm hadnt encountered any yet, but he learned at the tavern that Orcs and Silver Wolves were popular on the low-rank floors. The reason was that, Orcs were good for meat, and silver wolf pelts could be sold for a good price. Although, it was impossible to reach the floor where the monsters they preyed on would appear, without killing the goblins that appeared on the way.

In principle, fighting together with more than five people was prohibited. It wasnt something the guild liked to set rules for, but it was established based on the major principles written on the stone tablets that were excavated when the labyrinth was discovered, also by the result of testing sacrifice. Something always happens when more than five people went together. Although the details were unknown, it was said that the parties that broke that rule had never returned to the surface.

It was also stated in the rules that were given by the receptionist for Walm to read. Basically, it wasnt recommended to get close to any fighting party. In short, nothing good would come out of breaking the rules. So, Walm decided to move away from the sounds of battle.

Right when Walm crossed the dim passage and stepped into a small room, he found something strange on the ground.

At the end of his gaze lay a goblin that had been defeated by the challenger before him. It wasnt much different from the goblins that Walm had been playing with until then, just that, it was as if half of its body had melted into the labyrinth and was about to be fully swallowed.

Is it the labyrinths self-cleaning action? Its like digestion.

It wasnt just monsters. Abandoned weapons, armor, and even human corpses would be swallowed up by the labyrinth. It wasnt certain if dying in a labyrinth would take even the souls, but this spectacle had a certain amount of persuasive power for it.

Feeling an indescribable eerie atmosphere, Walm slipped past the liquefied corpses and hurried ahead.