Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Chapter 258

252. The person who ordered delivery?

 

Seoyeon University College of Art, basement studio. 

 

Clank.

 

Clank!

 

“Kuuuuu…”

 

The sound of an unknown beast coming from outside caused groans to spill from the classmates who were wearing aprons in the studio. 

 

“Sniff… sniff…”

 

At that moment when everyone’s eyes were shaking in fear of death,

 

A girl with black straight hair, drenched in the red paint she often used on her black apron, pushed her way through the group.

 

With a more chilling expression than the reality of the grotesque creature crashing into the university building, the girl raised her finger.

 

Shh.

 

The girl spoke with her lips.

 

‘If you don’t shut up.’

 

“Heuk… heuk…” 

 

‘Before those creatures come in and kill you.’

 

With those words, the paper knife stained with red paint brushed dangerously close to their necks. 

 

‘I’m going to kill you.’

 

“….!” 

 

At those words, all the college students covered their mouths. 

 

The dark-eyed girl with heavy dark circles. 

 

Cheon Mikyung.

 

That girl wasn’t the type to enjoy lying. She wasn’t one to joke around either. 

 

Cheon Mikyung rarely showed up at department OT or college sports days, but all her fellow students in the art college knew her name.

 

She had a sinister style, often drawing dead animals, corpses, and the like, which gave people chills whenever they saw her works. But it was also because her appearance suited her style so well that it was even more unsettling. 

 

She wore a black apron that prominently displayed the red paint she often used, with her long black hair and pale skin. Her dark circles under her eyes made her look like a ghost, and just bumping into her in the hallway would give anyone the eerie feeling of encountering a spirit. 

 

Despite all that, she was the top student in the department, called a genius that every professor coveted. 

 

All these combinations made her famous, and also made her seem like she wasn’t human.

 

‘She’s not even scared now…’

 

Even though the green monster roaming the hallway could come at any moment, Cheon Mikyung just leaned against the iron gate with a calm face and closed her eyes quietly.

 

As if she was used to this kind of thing.

 

But there was one thing that other college students couldn’t see.

 

Cheon Mikyung was holding a square, stiff piece of paper.

 

Hong Kong Restaurant

 

02-987-6543

 

Fast delivery, single-serving orders available

 

Cheon Mikyung tightly gripped the paper as she recalled someone’s voice. 

 

‘I don’t have your phone number… so call here. I’ll give you free jajangmyeon for life, Miss Art Goddess.’

 

 

What do you mean by Art Goddess? 

 

She recalled the yellow-haired thug who worked at the Chinese restaurant near the back gate of Seoyeon University. 

 

Is his name Kim Junsoo? 

 

He made a fuss every time he met her, asking her to remember his name.

 

The reason they first met was absolutely ridiculous—  

 

Boom!

 

‘You ordered delivery here, right?’

 

Some crazy guy apparently claimed that his girlfriend was the ‘Art College Goddess’ and ordered 100,000 won worth of black bean noodles, asking for a bouquet to be delivered to the ‘Art College Goddess.’ 

 

‘He must have been inspired by some movie.’

 

The even crazier Kim Junsoo stood frozen in front of Cheon Mikyung, who was unmistakably called the <Art College Monster> rather than the <Art College Goddess>, and gawked with his mouth agape as he asked.

 

‘Why do you have a boyfriend?’

 

‘Yes?’

 

Cheon Mikyung muttered in disbelief as the red rose was handed to her. 

 

I don’t have a boyfriend, though. 

 

‘So, he’s not even your boyfriend, yet he’s asking you to deliver something like this? How embarrassing. Don’t date him.’

 

‘It’s not that, I don’t think I’m the ‘Art College Goddess’ you’re looking for.’ 

 

Probably the ‘Art College Goddess’ this blonde jerk is looking for is the delicate girl from the sculpture department.

 

‘Y, yes? You’re not the Art College Goddess? Then what are you?’ 

 

What? What do you mean? 

 

‘Art School Angel?’

 

An angel? Cheon Mikyung frowned at the man who said that, despite seeing her appearance. 

 

Cheon Mikyung had never once thought of herself as ‘pretty.’

 

The things she considered beautiful were limited to bones, skulls, and things like blood. 

 

That said, she wasn’t unaware of what others considered beautiful, so she was well aware that she didn’t fall within their definition of beauty. 

 

But this brat is—.

 

‘I don’t have a phone number… If you’re not going to date this guy after receiving this bouquet, call me here. I’ll give you free jajangmyeon for life, Art School Goddess.’

 

There is no lie in the expression. 

 

Strange guy.

 

Madman. 

 

Thinking that, she threw the flowers on the floor and stuffed the Hong Kong restaurant phone number into her apron. 

 

The flowers would rot, but the coated paper wouldn’t. 

 

It was just… like that. 

 

She held the coated paper in her hand and dialed the number on her phone, which had only 1% battery left. 

 

It was crazy.

 

“Hello. Is this a Hong Kong restaurant?”

 

* * *

 

Kiiik!

 

Watanabe struggled to understand the situation unfolding while riding the motorcycle. 

 

The woman, the “hotelier” of the old Chinese restaurant, said something incomprehensible about Koreans being the “delivery nation,” then got on the motorcycle parked at the back entrance and told him to go to Seoyeon University. 

 

Then she asked Watanabe if he could drive.

 

Up until this point, it wasn’t strange at all.

 

Watanabe was pretty good at driving. 

 

He confidently responded that he could drive, and at that moment, the woman, the “hotelier,” put a helmet on him. 

 

But shouldn’t a woman wear a helmet?

 

There are dangerous bugs running around outside.

 

Watanabe thought so and tried to give up his helmet, but— 

 

The woman, who vaguely reminded him of a black cat—somewhat indifferent, somewhat cute, and a little bit… deadly—smiled gently and spoke. 

 

‘I’m okay.’

 

‘….?’

 

‘Hmm… I don’t think my head will get smashed, so it’s fine.’

 

That means.

 

So my head will get smashed.

 

Watanabe silently put the helmet on his head and started driving. 

 

Then, he shyly told the woman sitting in the back seat to grab his waist. She nodded. 

 

Yeah. She definitely nodded. 

 

However, he realized that it wasn’t a positive response the moment the motorcycle passing by Sogong-dong was attacked by a giant bug. 

 

The woman stood up nonchalantly from behind him(?), jumped towards the bug, stabbed it with a dagger(?), kicked the outside wall of a nearby building with her foot, and then returned to the back of the motorcycle. 

 

Watahnabe shouted, wondering how this was even possible, but the woman only replied like this. 

 

‘I’m a hotelier.’

 

The title of ‘S-class Awakened’ was hidden behind the hotelier, but in a world where the existence of Awakened beings was not yet known, Watanabe could only tremble in fear. 

 

‘Being a hotelier is an incredible job…’

 

During the ride to Seoyeon University, Watanabe drove the motorcycle while the woman continuously sliced through the monsters. 

 

It wasn’t just slashing. She was like a black cat hunting butterflies, quietly talking about something and then suddenly staring at a spot, disappearing, and then appearing. 

 

He just held onto his senses as if he was going to faint, and passed through Sogong-dong through the fog to arrive at the back gate of the university campus in Hoehyeon-dong. 

 

As soon as the woman arrived at the back gate, she pointed to a Chinese restaurant sign and spoke. 

 

“Over there. There might be some ingredients over there, so let’s take a look.”

 

He had no intention of rejecting any of the woman’s suggestions.

 

“Yes.”

 

The woman, no, Junghyo, frowned as soon as she entered the Chinese restaurant. 

 

As she pushed through the cheap plastic floor, the inside was a mess and no one was there. 

 

Uncle Junsoo and Aunt Misoon—there was no sign of either of them.  

 

Uncle Junsoo had said that he stayed at the Chinese restaurant almost until the very end during the Great Disaster.

 

Aunt Misoon had said that she met Uncle Junsoo at the Chinese restaurant. 

 

In Junghyo’s calculations, Uncle Junsoo should have been here at the very least. 

 

Her calculations could have been wrong, or perhaps this place wasn’t truly the past but rather the Demon King’s world, where slight discrepancies were to be expected. 

 

Even so—

 

‘What’s meant to happen will happen.’

 

This phrase, something straight out of a regression story, was a conclusion already proven—after all, Watanabe had been found at Deoksugung Palace. 

 

She finished thinking that far and quietly looked at the landline phone on the floor, then spoke to Watanabe, who was searching through ingredients in the kitchen.

 

“Seems like we’ve seen enough here. Shall we head into the campus? There might be more ingredients over there.” 

 

In fact, this area was a bustling street filled with restaurants catering to students, so her statement didn’t quite make sense. 

 

Even though Watanabe, as a foreigner, could easily make that judgment, he had already realized that Junghyo was not only skilled at slicing pork but also at other things, so he quickly agreed. 

 

“Yes.”

 

“Alright, then let’s grab another motorcycle from that hardware store over there. This time, we’ll move with two motorcycles.” 

 

“Yes.”

 

* * *

 

Taang. 

 

“Grrrr.” 

 

Taang!

 

“Kyaaaaak!”

 

The iron door of the workshop was slowly crumbling.

 

The green monster that had been roaming the hallway finally detected their location. 

 

Each time the monster swung the club it was holding, three of the students were sent flying. 

 

Cheon Mikyung was also rolling on the floor. 

 

She looked at the shattered iron door, feeling a terrible pain as if her ribs had been broken. 

 

‘Finally….’

 

The moment had finally come.

 

The moment she had been waiting for for a very long time—

 

The end of her life.

 

For her, who had no hope in life for a long time, perhaps this moment was a liberation and salvation.

 

But why? 

 

Why do I want to live so intensely at this moment?

 

Was I someone with such a strong desire for life?

 

It was a moment when tears welled up in her eyes.

 

“Khuuuuw!” 

 

The shattered iron door, along with the two or three fellow students who had been guarding it until the very end, was completely sent flying. 

 

At the same time, the green monster howled.

 

As if daring to stand in its way. 

 

The monster turned its gaze toward each of the students clinging to the wall one by one. 

 

It must be deciding what to eat first.

 

Cheon Mikyung got up from her seat with a feeling of despair.

 

Let’s finish it quickly.

 

It was when she staggered up from her seat. Someone else grabbed her hand.

 

“…Mikyung-ah…” 

 

Then, he stood next to Cheon Mikyung.

 

Cheon Mikyung looked into the eyes of her classmate, whose name she couldn’t even remember. In those eyes, she saw the same fear as her own. 

 

“I’ll be the bait! You guys run away!”

 

Then her friend shouted.

 

It seemed like he misunderstood Mikyung’s actions, thinking she was trying to make herself the bait. 

 

So, he said he would become the bait instead of Mikyung.  

  

Mikyung looked at her classmate with a startled expression.

 

That was the moment.

 

The monster roared again.

 

“Keuuuuu!”

 

At the same time, screams came from the surroundings.

 

At that moment, Mikyung did something out of character. She looked at her classmate and said,

 

“You run away too.”

 

And that was the moment she pushed her friend away.

 

Slash, slash!

 

There was a huge roar and the sound of skin being torn. Cheon Mikyung thought it was the sound of her own body being torn apart. She had no choice but to close her eyes due to the overwhelming sense of fear.

 

Cheon Mikyung thought that what was soaking her body was her own blood.

 

But when she opened her eyes—

  

In front of her stood the monster’s body with its neck cut off and a woman covered in green blood. 

 

The woman, holding a short dagger in her hand, patted the blood off as if it was nothing special.

 

“Delivery…who ordered it?”

 

With Junghyo’s words, another motorcycle appeared behind her. 

 

The motorcycle carried a man filled with fear. 

 

“This… this actually works.” 

 

The man spoke in incomprehensible Japanese.