Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Chapter 262

256. ^^;;

 

“Mom, that scared me!” 

 

Kim Junsoo, waking up in the early morning feeling thirsty, came downstairs and almost stumbled over the railing when he saw a white-haired figure floating around. He managed to stop himself, thanks to his god-given sense of balance.

 

‘I feel like my power is getting stronger and stronger.’

 

He noticed that the wall he touched had slightly caved in and quietly ran his hand over it.

 

But it wouldn’t go back to the way it was.

 

No matter what.

 

The white-haired figure lifted its head, glanced at Kim Junsoo, and spoke bluntly. 

 

“No loud noises. Got it? No loud noises.”

 

The white-haired figure turned out to be Hwang Misoon, with a towel wrapped around her head like a turban over her bomb-like hair. 

 

“Why are you doing that?”

 

“What.”

 

When Kim Junsoo pointed at her head with his finger, only then did Hwang Misoon remove the towel that had been wrapped around her head. 

 

Then, with a poof, her incredibly springy, frizzy hair shot up wildly, showcasing its extreme bounce.

 

“Pfft.”

 

“Ah, I forgot to take this off.” 

 

Seeing Hwang Misoon scratching her bomb-like hair, Kim Junsoo couldn’t hold back his laughter.

 

Ah, really, there are people like that. 

 

“Yeah, laugh. Go ahead and laugh.”

 

Hwang Misoon, sounding as if she had given up, muttered and then buried her nose back into the task she had been focused on. 

 

When Kim Junsoo looked closely, there were iron frames ripped from the bed and wheels ripped from the motorcycle rolling around on the floor. 

 

Even if he asked what they were, it seemed difficult to get an answer—

 

“When you were young, your nickname was Poodle, right?”

 

“….”

 

There was no answer even to the teasing.

 

Hwang Misoon, lining up various parts and deep in thought, repeatedly moved them and inserted them into odd places. After several attempts, she shot an annoyed glance at Kim Junsu, who still wasn’t catching on, and said.

 

“I never had a nickname like that.”

 

“?”

 

When Kim Junsoou looked at Hwang Misoon with a puzzled look, Hwang Mi-sun finally let out a “purr” sound and kicked the trash nearby.

 

“I didn’t have any friends to give me a nickname. I was famous for being a loner since high school.” 

 

“High school? Wow, you must have been good at studying. I didn’t even finish high school.” 

 

“Are you suddenly spouting TMI like this?”

 

“You were the first to spout TMI.”

 

Kim Junsoo made a gesture, as if signaling “reflect” with his hand. 

 

A short silence flowed between the two who were bickering and talking.

 

It was Kim Junsoo who broke the silence. 

 

“At this point, what does it matter whether I finished high school or not? Monsters are roaming outside, and the world is falling apart.” 

 

Hwang Misoon’s expression turned bitter at Kim Junsoo’s words. 

 

It wasn’t just Kim Junsoo who felt a sense of helplessness in the face of the sudden disaster. 

 

“Hey. If you knew this was going to happen, don’t you regret studying for nothing? You wish you had spent that time assembling more model kits, right?”

 

Seeing Hwang Misoon’s expression darken more than he expected, Kim Junsoo tried to lighten the mood by joking around. 

 

However, Kim Junsoo’s teasing didn’t work.

 

Hwang Misoon, crouched down with a white towel wrapped around her neck, muttered under her breath. 

 

“…No.” 

 

“What?”

 

“I don’t think about things like ‘I should’ve spent that time assembling more model kits.'”  

 

“….” 

 

Ah. Did he just touch on something he shouldn’t have?  

 

Kim Junsoo felt like he was going to die. 

 

A monster has appeared in this world and is continuing to kill and attack indiscriminately.

 

The usual school route had been destroyed, a colleague from work had died, and on the streets, thugs appeared, trying to steal passports and food from people. 

 

All the daily life he had built up step by step while living honestly and kindly had collapsed in an instant.

 

It was a moment not just of feeling that one could never return to that everyday life, but also a time when the very life they had lived up until then could feel meaningless.

 

Kim Junsoo finally realized that there was some truth to the joke he made. 

 

“I made model kits really well while studying, so I filled the cupboard with them.”

 

“….”

 

However, the response that came back held not even a trace of romance.

 

Kim Junsoo, feeling speechless, tried to stand up from his seat. 

 

Tak. 

 

Until the sound of the switch being turned on and the lights in the dark lounge came back on brightly.

 

“Are you done?”

 

The hotel owner, with a calm look in his eyes, asked. 

 

Where did the shirt stained with monster blood and human blood go? She was wearing a new shirt that was ironed crisply.

 

‘…She’s such a strange person every time I see her.’ 

 

Kim Junsoo, thinking that, suddenly looked at Hwang Misoon with the question, “What does it mean that everything’s ‘done’?” 

 

Then, when the lights were off, the things that Hwang Misoon had been fiddling with, which had looked like just pieces of rebar and one or two motorcycle parts, were revealed.

 

An unknown machine with huge wings.

 

The inside, which was not covered yet, looked so elaborate and complex that it was hard to believe it was made by a human.

 

“…You, this…!”

 

“I told you, didn’t I? I worked hard on model kits whenever I had time to spare from studying.”

 

Hwang Misoon stood up from her crouched position.

 

For a moment, Hwang Misoon, looking down at herself from a much higher place than Kim Junsoo, who was sitting, seemed incredibly large. 

 

“Until the calamity struck, everything we learned and everything we worried about hasn’t just disappeared.” 

 

Hwang Misoon pointed to the flashy motorcycle next to the massive, winged machine. 

 

It had numerous gun-like barrels attached at 360 degrees, and the exhaust pipe had grown immensely, but the lettering on the cover remained the same. 

 

[Hong Kong Restaurant.]

 

“So, I have no regrets, I don’t.” 

 

Kim Junsoo’s eyes widened.

 

“I studied hard, and I lived hard… Now, all that’s left is to use what I’ve learned.”

 

Kim Junsoo unconsciously approached his motorcycle as if he was possessed and started the engine.

 

Vroom, vroom.

 

Seeing the engine start, Kim Junsoo asked Hwang Misoon with a surprised look. 

 

“This, how do you start this?” 

 

The hotel owner, who was wearing a stiff shirt, answered.

 

Thud—

 

By dropping the massive, meat-like object that had been parked at the back.

 

“Oh. This is the sweet and sour pork for breakfast.” 

 

Is that a giant ogre arm the size of his torso?

 

She placed a small, shiny gemstone in her hand on the table.

 

It was a gemstone with a liquid that looked like blood at first glance.

 

“…This is called a magic stone.” 

 

“A magic stone?”

 

“To put it simply, it’s an item that produces far more power than gasoline. This is a C-class mana stone, so it’s not that impressive, but it should be enough to cross the Han River.” 

 

“Cross the Han River?”

 

Why all of a sudden, leaving this safe shelter?

 

Seeing Kim Junsoo’s nervous expression, Junghyo reassured him.  

 

“Don’t worry. I’m going alone.”

 

“By yourself? That’s even more concerning, Noonim!” 

 

“….” 

 

“N, no… Boss. Why are you suddenly going to Sillim-dong?”

 

Junghyo paused as she checked the condition of the flying machine, the glider, after hearing Kim Junsoo’s words.  

 

What should I say?

 

Junghyo hesitated for a moment before speaking.

 

“This place was inherited from my grandmother, and my real home is an apartment in Sinlim-dong.” 

 

“A Chinese restaurant and an apartment in Sinlim-dong…?” 

 

Hwang Misoon muttered from behind, but I ignored it.

 

“I left some things there.”

 

“If it’s daily necessities, it’s better to find them around here—”

 

“No, it’s not exactly daily necessities, more like…”

 

Junghyo hesitated.  

 

“It’s more like items with memories attached to them. There are many things left behind by my father, who was my only family.” 

 

‘Because Uncle Minhyuk was the greatest gift Dad left me.’

 

Let’s just assume it’s true.

 

Junghyo thought this as she alternated glances between Kim Junsoo and Hwang Misoon. 

 

Well, with this, I should be able to go to Sinlim-dong and come back…

 

“Then let’s go together!”

 

Kim Junsoo raised his hand as if it was obvious.

 

“Yes?” 

 

“If you have something your father left behind, you should go immediately. I can’t even begin to express how much regret I had when my father passed away and I couldn’t keep anything of his. Noonim! You’re my savior, and for you, I wouldn’t hesitate to risk my life!” 

 

No, that’s not the issue—

 

“And the delivery person should be the one delivering. If you’re just holed up here like a guard dog, it’s not going to work.”

 

“That’s right! Let’s go together!”

 

Hwang Misoon joined in.

 

“Why are you….”

 

“They’re my weapons! Then who’s going to try them out? I should be the first to try them! I’m curious!”

 

“…Ah.” 

 

Junghyo nodded in agreement while simultaneously feeling a sharp headache.

 

* * *

 

A few hours later, early in the morning.

 

As a result of working diligently to avoid wasting time, I was able to serve Kim Junsoo and Hwang Misoon sweet and sour pork and eggplant rice before finishing all the preparations. 

 

“Wow… it’s crispy…!” 

 

“This is the real texture…!” 

 

I felt proud as I watched the two people’s eyes light up.

 

I felt a little disappointed, thinking that if I were at the dungeon hotel right now, I would be preparing dinner. 

 

Administrator

 

Is the hotel running well?

 

System

 

Huh? Ah…Mhm… Well…

 

Why is the answer so cold?

 

It was when I was about to ask.

 

“There’s something strange near Bamseom, booossss!” 

 

After finishing the sweet and sour pork, Hwang Misoon, who had been waiting outside with the glider ready, ran in wearing a helmet and goggles. 

 

I don’t know what it is, but judging by how flustered she was, it seemed like a pretty big monster had appeared.

 

But since it wasn’t an aircraft, there was no choice but to endure the attacks coming from the ground and fly away. 

 

“There’s a huge whale flying around! And it’s with a whole group, too…!” 

 

The moment I heard that, I realized what monster she had found.

 

Skywhale, a C-class monster.

 

It was a flying monster that wore a transparent helmet and boasted a size comparable to a humpback whale. It roamed along the Han River in the early days of the Great Disaster and destroyed numerous bridges. 

 

The communication network that was relatively well maintained in the northern part of Seoul was completely unusable in the southern part, and the soldiers and police forces gathered in the northern part could not move to the south, which caused massive casualties in the southern part of Seoul. 

 

If you look at them individually, they are not that difficult to deal with, but when they move in groups of about ten, they are strong enough to be more powerful than B-class monsters.

 

I thought about the glider that Hwang Misoon made. 

 

Hwang Misoon is truly someone who will become an S-class blacksmith.

 

It was true, but—due to the limited materials and fuel available, the vehicle she created remained at a C-class level.

 

It was at a level where even grazing the tail of a whale would cause it to break apart. 

 

“Then, as expected…”

 

Kim Junsoo looked at me with an expression that suggested we might have to give up on crossing the Han River. 

 

At that moment.

 

A strange window appeared before my eyes.

 

Former Hotel Owner

 

@#$@#%

 

Merlin Gray, who had been silent until now.

 

But what he was saying had changed into a strange pattern.

 

As if an error had occurred.

 

Former Hotel Owner

 

#$%$%#

 

@# You snake b*stard.

 

After a while, the letters finally started to appear.

 

Former Hotel Owner

 

This bastard synchronized with reality.

 

I couldn’t @# for long because he was blocking @#$%^% #@@

 

Again, the letters blurred, crumpled, and changed into strange patterns.

 

But there was one letter that stood out clearly.

 

Reality and synchronization.

 

Could it be that you’re saying—

 

Administrator

 

Alex.

 

I called Alex urgently.

 

Administrator

 

Alex!!!

 

Tell me honestly, quickly.

 

What happened there?

 

Alex carefully sent a message as I pressed her fiercely.

 

System

 

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