Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Chapter 260

254. S-Class Deliveryman

 

Administrator

 

What’s wrong?

 

This time, there was no answer.

 

This time, the ceiling shook, and debris fell, causing the university students around me to cover their mouths and start coughing. 

 

From the hallway, an unknown thudding vibration continued to echo. 

 

Ha…… There’s really no helping it now. 

 

Now, they’re not just ordinary people; they’re potential guests. 

 

The ‘potential guests’ are trembling in fear.

 

A hotelier can’t just run away from their guests. 

 

I told Aunt Mikyung to hide in the corner with her friends, then walked toward the entrance with Watanabe. 

 

A ‘Corrupted Shaman Ogre (A)’ has appeared from the side! 

 

 

A-Class Monster?

 

I frowned deeply.

 

During the early days of the Great Disaster, I knew that monsters of such high rank had never appeared. 

 

Especially in Seoul, only C-rank and D-rank monsters had appeared, so the major facilities were relatively well defended.

 

The problem was that even with only C-rank and D-rank monsters, without an organization to unite the awakened, it was more than enough to cause widespread civilian casualties. 

 

If it’s an A-class monster, it wouldn’t be strange if this entire campus just disappeared. 

 

What’s even stranger is that thing. 

 

The word ‘corrupted.’

 

It seems like this is the work of the Demon King. 

 

“Bring it on, you b*stard!” 

 

It was then. 

 

While I was pausing to assess the situation, I heard a man’s hoarse voice.

 

Whoosh, whoosh!

 

There was a motorcycle coming down the stairs with a clattering sound, like a broken engine. 

 

On the front and back wheels, there were even some sharp spikes hastily welded on. 

 

“…?” 

 

When I saw the silhouette up close, which had looked like a hedgehog in the shadows, I immediately recognized it.

 

The yellow-haired man and the bomb-head woman riding the strangely modified motorcycle.

 

Both of them are people I know.

 

“Ah, f*ck! Hey, are we seriously going to die like this? I only see stuff like that in games!” 

 

“Can you do something about that otaku attitude?”

 

Kim Junsoo and Hwang Misoon.

 

The two people who met online in a game just before the apocalypse to have a ‘PvP’. 

 

The two people, who had probably just met recently in terms of time, were exactly the same as I had always seen them…  

 

“Is the goddess of the art department here?! No matter how I look at it, it looks like the goddess of the art department ran away leaving you two behind…!” 

 

“Ah, seriously! The world isn’t 0101, you tech geek! I told you to stay at the Chinese restaurant if you’re scared!” 

 

“How do you know I’m a tech geek?!” 

 

“Don’t you know! Look at that checked shirt you’re wearing, you b*stard!”

 

…They were fighting. 

 

How can they still fight when their lives are on the line in front of an A-rank monster? 

 

No matter where they are, they’re the embarrassing baby Junghyo fans.

 

“Kuuuuuuuu!”

 

It was then. 

 

Without giving them a chance to fight fiercely, the shaman ogre charged in. 

 

The shaman ogre’s specialty was simple fire magic, but perhaps due to the lack of range, it was swinging its fists instead. 

 

Kiiik!

 

The tires and engine screamed in agony as they cornered. 

 

The motorcycle that avoided the attack of the A-class monster fell down as the ground where the fist landed caved in.

 

It was an admirable movement.

 

‘A ruined city, a motorcycle Kim that was running around there! That’s me!’

 

When Uncle Junsoo got tipsy after just one shot of soju, the things he used to say were finally starting to feel real. 

 

An ordinary person who hadn’t even awakened avoided the attack of an A-class monster.

 

It was insane driving skill and insane reflexes. 

 

“Kuuuuuuu!” 

 

Of course, the luck brought by skill was destined to run out after just one time. 

 

The shaman ogre, now at a considerable distance from the motorcycle, began gathering flames in its hands. 

 

The ogre’s red eyes sparkled with a murderous glare.

 

Swish!

 

As soon as the flames gathered into a sphere, the ogre’s hand was thrust out. 

 

Just before the hot flames covered the two people.

 

A fluttering invincibility curtain blocked the gap between the two people and the flames.

 

And the hand that wrapped the barrier was none other than mine. 

 

Invincible Curtain (S)

 

As I held high an item made by a S-class craftsman and blocked the two people, Aunt Misoon muttered.

 

“Is that… made of new materials?”

 

That silly face was both familiar and unfamiliar to me, so I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

 

This was made by the future version of Aunt. 

 

“….!”

 

When I laughed, the young Hwang Misoon and Kim Junsoo also stared at my smile with blank faces.

 

“Wow…” 

 

I’m not sure what’s so “wow,” but— 

 

I quickly turned around and stared into the ogre’s red eyes. 

 

A-class monster.

 

No matter how much stronger I had become, without proper weapons, this opponent was one that I couldn’t even hurt, let alone kill. 

 

I shouted at the two people as I watched the shaman ogre gather flames in his hand again. 

 

“Back off!”

 

And then I held the handle of the small dagger and rushed at the ogre.

 

The ogre didn’t even stop me as if my movements were funny and just gathered flames.

 

I aimed for the ogre’s neck and pulled out my sword.

 

The blade grew long and thin.

 

“….!”

 

‘Thank you, Uncle Minhyuk.’

 

This was the longsword I received as a Christmas present.

 

The ogre reached out to attack me, but it was already too late. I sliced off three of its outstretched fingers and its neck in one swift motion. 

 

Slash!

 

And when I landed— 

 

You’ve rescued the ‘Hero of the Human World’!

 

You’ve rescued the ‘Hero of the Human World’!

 

A familiar window appeared.

 

Final Stage 3.

 

—Final Quest: “Prevent the Corruption of the Human World”

 

—The Corrupted Human King has kidnapped the hero of the human world and is corrupting it once again. Rescue the heroes of the human world and prevent its corruption. (2/5) 

 

—Completion Reward: The Power to Protect the World x9

 

And there were even numbers in the quest window.

 

Now it was clear.

 

Who is the hero I have to save.

 

I let out a rough breath and looked at the eyes of Hwang Misoon and Kim Junsoo, who had retreated behind me. 

 

When our eyes met, young Hwang Misoon murmured— 

 

“That longsword, it seems like a material the world has never seen… If I had made it as a military enthusiast, it would’ve turned out even better.” 

 

I made it myself. 

 

Kim Junsoo rushed toward me, shouting this. 

 

“Noonim! I want to be your number one fan! Please give me an autograaaaph!” 

 

The moment I saw Uncle Junsoo kneeling at my feet, I was dumbfounded and said. 

 

“I’ll sign it later. You should probably get going.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“…Over there.” 

 

I pointed at Cheon Mikyung, standing in the gaping entrance of the workshop where the steel door had been torn off. Cheon Mikyung was looking at Kim Junsoo with eyes swirling with a storm of emotions.  

 

Kim Junsoo, upon seeing Cheon Mikyung, finally rose to his feet.

 

Instead of asking if she was alive, Kim Junsoo opened his mouth. 

 

“Are you the one who placed the order?” 

 

As soon as Cheon Mikyung heard those words, she threw a painting knife at Kim Junsoo. 

 

Shoot!

 

I flinched as I watched the knife almost lodge into the wall, but Kim Junsoo had a look of admiration in his eyes. 

 

“…?”

 

“From now on, if you deliver with your life on the line, I’ll kill you.”

 

At those cold words, Kim Junsoo burst into tears. 

 

“You’re worrying about me…! The art college goddess…!”

 

What is this? What kind of situation is this? 

 

The conversation isn’t working at all, but somehow it is.

 

“Unnie, can I touch this sword just once?”

 

While I was wondering, Hwang Misoon approached me.

 

At the word “Unnie,” I flinched and stepped back.

 

Behind the thick prescription glasses that made even the onlookers dizzy, there were eyes as clear as a cow’s, staring at me eagerly. I couldn’t bring myself to refuse, but truly… 

 

It was a total mess.

 

* * *

 

Sadly, Aunt Misoon’s title of ‘Unnie’ didn’t end there. 

 

Hwang Misoon, armed with spray and gloves that could serve as self-defense weapons, kept fiddling with the longsword I had handed her as she walked and asked me.

 

“Unnie, are you a genius?”

 

“….” 

 

“Unnie, what’s your name…?”

 

“Lee…” 

 

I was about to say Junghyo, but I kept my mouth shut and said this instead. 

 

“I’m the owner of a hotel nearby. I came out to see if there were any ingredients around, and I’m glad I was able to rescue you all. Now that we’ve reached the auditorium, let’s split here. Please stay healthy.” 

 

All the students murmured at my words.

 

“A hotel owner? What kind of hotel owner can climb walls so well?”

 

“Hoteliers are dangerous jobs to begin with.”

 

Amid the murmurs, Cheon Mikyung, with an expressionless face, spoke quietly.

 

“Since when?”

 

Someone asked, but there was no answer.

 

“Ugh, it’s noisy. Where exactly are you going? The soldiers are guarding the auditorium, aren’t you really coming with us?”

 

I shook my head at the other person’s question.

 

“Yes. I won’t be going with you. I have to protect the other people who are coming to Gyeongseong Hotel.” 

 

For example…The remaining three heroes, or something. 

 

Even in this serious situation, I saw Hwang Misoon, who was busy playing with my sword. 

 

When I explained this situation to Watanabe, he nodded.

 

“I see. Then, may I go to the auditorium from here? There are many civilians gathered there, and I’d like to lend my strength. As for you, boss… you don’t seem like a civilian at all.” 

 

Watanabe seemed to have decided to go to the auditorium.

 

It was an automatic checkout.

 

Then I will ride the Ilwolseong motorcycle…

 

It was the moment I got on the motorcycle, thinking that way, when someone approached me. 

 

“Let’s go together, Noonim.” 

 

It was Kim Junsoo with a determined expression. 

 

“Why…?”

 

The road back through Sogong-dong to Deoksugung was rough.

 

Why did I have to go that way?

 

No matter how suspiciously I looked at him, Kim Junsoo was only staring at his own hand, holding the painting knife that Cheon Mikyung had nearly stabbed into him, with a strange expression. 

 

“I…” 

 

And then the next moment.

 

When Kim Junsoo put strength into his hand, the knife crumpled like a piece of paper.

 

“….!”

 

“I think I’ve become a little strange.”

 

Kim Junsoo looked at me and turned around. 

 

“But if I’m not strange, but stronger—”

 

He said to Cheon Mikyung. 

 

“I think I have to keep delivering—delivering to save others.” 

 

“….” 

 

Cheon Mikyung bit her lips at those words.

 

At the same time, I clenched my fist.

 

Kim Junsoo had awakened.

 

The awakened Kim Junsoo spoke to me in a slightly trembling voice. 

 

“I want to become an excellent delivery person like Noonim, too! Please accept me into Ilwolseong!”

 

What should I do?

 

It seems like a S-class deliveryman has appeared at my hotel.