Welcome to Dungeon Hotel – Chapter 261

Author: rolypoly

I will make you completely satisfied

[Ilwolseong]

The old, worn-out sign has been replaced.

Gyeongseong Hotel

It was similarly old, but with a strangely clean sign.

As I looked at it, I could feel that this place had become a one-star hotel.

“Wow. Noonim, so this is where you’ve been running a hotel! Not Ilwolseong, but Gyeongseong Hotel! I’ll work hard! I promise!”

And I was relieved that Watanabe hadn’t come along.

“Yes. It’s nothing more than a small inn that’s been passed down through the generations since my grandmother’s time.”

I felt like I was losing my mind when I told a lie.

I alternated my gaze between Kim Junsoo, who looked at me with eyes full of admiration, and Hwang Misoon, and thought to myself.

“Unnie, do you have more weapons like this inside?”

Aunt Misoon, wanting to see more of the weapons I had, followed me here, making an incomprehensible request to take her in as my apprentice.

Uncle Junsoo, on the other hand, left an overly heartfelt farewell—directed solely at Aunt Mikyung—before coming here.

“Excuse me, you two. Could you please stop calling me noona or unnie from now on?”

I spoke to the two people cautiously.

“Why?! As expected, are you still burdened by this bomb hair?”

When Uncle Junsoo looked at me with sad eyes, Aunt Misoon intervened.

“Shut up, blonde hair.”

“You’re worse at games than me.”

“Wow, are you ignoring my gaming skills right now? Let’s have a proper match.”

“Didn’t you see me riding the motorcycle earlier? You were scared in the back and said you wanted to go home. Besides, I’m super strong now, you know?”

“…Stop.”

I intervened to stop them, realizing that if left alone, their endless bickering would spiral into a childish argument.

“You two came to the hotel as ‘guests’, didn’t you? I can’t have guests calling me ‘unnie’ or ‘noona,’ can I?”

“…Oh.”

“Ah.”

Kim Junsoo and Hwang Misoon finally seemed to somewhat agree with what I said.

“Then can I call you boss?”

“Yes. That would be fine.”

I quickly answered and opened the door to Gyeongseong Hotel.

Kiiiek—.

The sound of the old wooden door opening was accompanied by refreshing air tickling my nose.

“Wow…!”

“Amazing.”

At the same time, there was a noticeable change in the interior.

The old Chinese restaurant-style wallpaper, which used to be a tacky red and gold, had been replaced with plain white wallpaper.

A large round table in the lounge was now covered with a somewhat decent white lace tablecloth, and the desk had been equipped with a cabinet holding keys labeled with the room numbers.

‘It’s been upgraded.’

Actually, up until this point, Hwang Misoon and Kim Junsoo weren’t that impressed, but the reason they were impressed was different.

“There’s electricity…?!”

Their gazes simultaneously turned toward the lights.

Quite bright lighting.

In the apocalypse setting, they wondered why the electricity was running so smoothly, only to realize that this too seemed to be powered by the hotel’s mana.

System

I worked hard.

The system was cheerful.

I asked the system that had returned.

Administrator

What did you mean when you said this world was strange?

Does this mean that the Demon King keeps putting the heroes in danger by planting corrupted things here and there?

When I voiced my speculation, the system took a long time to respond.

System

Uh-huh… well… something like that.

For some reason, the response felt vague… so I asked again.

Administrator

What’s the problem?

System

No. What? What’s the problem?

Administrator

No, like the hotel being attacked…

Is it such an absurd idea?

System

Does that make sense? The Yeongchun Hotel is a S-class fortress.

That’s true.

I decided to stop my delusions.

Because—

Gulp.

It was because Hwang Misoon went near the kitchen and looked at me like a dog looking at food and asked this.

“Could there possibly be any ingredients…?”

I nodded with a hollow laugh.

“Of course, guest.”

“T, then…!”

“Okay, before that.”

I stood at the desk and took out two room keys and said.

“Please check in, guest.”

Time to start the satisfaction business.

I’ll satisfy these people quickly.

* * *

Slurp!

It was the moment when soy sauce was added to the fried pork fat, followed by green onions, garlic, and cheongju (rice wine).

Once again, the scent of the ingredients spread, and the satisfaction levels of the two people responded.

It was a familiar sight.

Even though the two were passionately fighting, whenever I turned the wok with seafood to give it a smoky flavor or added chili powder, they would inevitably turn toward me—

This is how I raised their satisfaction.

Is it really this easy to raise their satisfaction?

System

It’s so easy to run a hotel in the apocalypse~?

The system was nagging, but I decided to endure it.

I needed some time to focus on adjusting the seasoning of the jjampong ramen properly.

“Keugh…”

The broth I scooped with a ladle and tasted with a spoon was spicy and perfectly suited to the Korean palate.

‘As expected, jjampong is soul food.’

Who would have thought that the various ingredients I brought along in the steel bag on the way here would come in so handy?

I placed two bowls of jjampong ramen, filled with various seafood, in front of the two who must have been tensing their muscles while battling the monsters they’d never seen before.

This time, I had the luxury of serving some side dishes as well, including kimchi and pickled radish.

If there had been other types of meat besides frozen ones, I could have made something like sweet and sour pork, which was a bit of a regret.

When the two saw the bowls of jjampong I handed them, their eyes widened in surprise.

“Wow, you’re faster with your hands than our bald-headed chef.”

Uncle Junsoo spoke as if in awe, then scooped up some broth and seafood with his spoon and slurped it all in one go.

The crisp texture of the seafood, chewed along with the broth, could be heard in the sound it made.

“The ramen is even better than the three-seafood jjampong from our Chinese restaurant!”

“The ramen is really delicious. It’s even better than the ramen from my favorite Samcheolli PC room…!”

They both gave me the highest compliment and gave me a thumbs up.

Looking at them like this, they were both young.

It was hard to believe that such young people had become heroes in the face of a massive disaster.

‘It must have been scary.’

I felt a pang in my chest, a tightness that made my heart ache.

Of course, I also remember the great disaster to some extent, but I was too young, so most of what I know came from the news, videos, and stories passed down to me.

There were many times when I just casually ignored the countless stories that the members of the affectionate fandom told while drunk on holidays.

Sometimes, I even thought it was a bit boring to hear the stories I had heard over and over again.

Feeling embarrassed about those times, I said to the two people who were smiling happier than anyone else over a bowl of Jjamppong Ramen.

“I’ll make you tangsuyuk for breakfast tomorrow.”

“….!”

“…Bossss, seriously, I want to start a fan club for you from now on.”

You’ve already made that.

Instead of saying those words, I smiled gently and looked above the two of them, then said this.

“My greatest happiness is for both of you to leave our hotel satisfied.”

“…Being a hotelier is truly a great profession.”

“Unnie!”

“Please don’t call me Unnie.”

It gives me goosebumps.

I quickly changed the subject.

“Rather than that, once you finish your meal…”

“?”

“You should wash up, you two.”

As soon as I finished speaking, the satisfaction of the two people skyrocketed.

“D, do you mean wash up…?”

“Monsters are roaming around out there, and you’re telling us to wash up in here?”

“Yes.”

The two looked at me with goosebumps in another sense.

Of course.

Because Gyeongseong Hotel currently has the ‘Last Toilet of Humanity’ that can operate the most stable bathhouse in Seoul.

* * *

Whoosh.

The sound of Hwang Misoon and Kim Junsoo entering each room could be heard through the hazy steam.

Splash.

The short sound of water splashing.

It was probably an act to save even a single drop of water.

I was watching their movements in real time from downstairs.

The reason it was possible was very simple.

That satisfaction number… it’s moving.

I relaxedly drank my mixed coffee and watched the satisfaction number continue to rise.

By the way, this mix coffee, which was under the newly added desk, had the same effect as the one Geumdong made for me during the early days of Yeongchun Hotel.

It replenishes mana.

‘I don’t feel much mana exhaustion after becoming an S-class, but—’

It’s just so healing. The sweetness of it.

100

And the next moment, the number for both of them reached 100.

I smiled as I swallowed the sweet drink.

Haa… I’ve satisfied them.

System

Why do you have the expression of an emperor who just succeeded in poisoning someone?

Hmm. Did I do that?

Administrator

I just wanted the hotel to grow quickly.

I answered simply and opened the huge map book I was holding.

This was something Kim Junsoo had brought, and he said it was something he always kept under the back seat of his motorcycle.

‘My late father used to be a taxi driver…’

Is it a relic or something?

Anyway.

I looked at the map of Seoul, silently thanking Uncle Junsoo’s father.

I was estimating the route to Sillim-dong with a closed ballpoint pen.

Sillim-dong.

It was where a test taker was staying at the time of the great disaster.

‘I did get into law school, so at least I pretended to study… The apartment, where the madam came and went as she pleased, was a bit suffocating too.’

To be exact, it was where a man who was a test taker in name only was staying.

His name was Han Minhyuk.

He was the next hero I had to save.

The problem is that to get from Jongno-gu to Sillim-dong, you have to cross the Han River.

As far as I know, some of the bridges on the Han River have been damaged recently.

I don’t remember exactly where they are damaged and where they are intact, and the internet isn’t working right now.

The phone was working until a while ago, but it’s not working now.

The bigger problem is that I don’t have time.

It would be dangerous if this damn demon king summoned some corrupted something to quickly finish off Uncle Minhyuk.

‘No matter how I look at it, it’s impossible to go by motorcycle, and once the two of them fall asleep, I’ll have to take a look at the cars parked nearby.’

While I was thinking like that.

Thump, thump.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs, and Aunt Misoon, with a pale face, ran towards me.

She was wearing only a checkered shirt haphazardly over her upper body.

“…?”

“Unnie!”

“Yes?”

I asked, trying to avert my gaze from her naked body.

Are you hurt?

When I was thinking that, something flew in front of my eyes.

It was a “mechanical butterfly” with wire attached to the hinges in the shape of butterfly wings, placed in the wardrobe.

I forgot my panic for a moment and followed the butterfly as it flew.

The mechanical butterfly sat on the edge of a nearby chair as if it were alive.

“That’s…”

“It’s me. I made it. I’ve gained a strange ability, Unnie!”

Hwang Mi-soon ran toward me, shouting in a loud voice.

I smiled along with her smile.

There was no need to steal a car anymore.

There was a S-Class blacksmith right in front of me.

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