Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Chapter 267

261. That’s right. My first love

 

“Are you okay?”

 

Someone supported Han Minhyuk’s arm, which he barely managed to stabilize after staggering while leaning on the chair. 

 

Han Minhyuk met the brown eyes of Han Woohyun, who was supporting him. 

 

Every time he looked at Junghyo, those brown eyes would deepen, becoming unreadable and dangerous. 

 

That’s why, when looking into his eyes, he sometimes wondered. 

 

Was he like this in his 20s?

 

Was he so clumsy at loving and being loved?

 

No matter how much he thought about it, there was only one answer. 

 

Back then, he had never loved anyone, and no one had ever loved him.

 

He had never dared to do so.

 

That’s why this guy must be better than me.

 

Enough to trust and keep him by Junghyo’s side.

 

He turned his head and looked back at where the screen had been.

 

The screen no longer displayed the strange window from earlier or the image of Junghyo crying.

 

It was an illusion.

 

At this age, it wouldn’t be strange for any part of his body to start failing.

 

It seemed to start with his eyes.

 

“Let’s go.”

 

He could feel Han Woohyun’s firm arm. Han Minhyuk was certainly not small, but the undeniable strength of youth radiated from his body. 

 

“Junghyo… What about Junghyo?” 

 

“The hotel staff said she went to the room to rest for a while—” 

 

Han Woohyun examined Han Minhyuk’s condition and hesitated before speaking.

 

“Should I call her?” 

 

“…No. Why bother with a busy kid?”

 

Han Minhyuk suddenly realized that he was being treated as a sick person.

 

The fact that he was standing too close to Han Woohyun. 

 

It had been a long time since he had closed the distance with someone so casually, without any reason. 

 

To be precise, it was the first time since Junghyo had moved out of his house. 

 

However, Han Minhyuk pushed away Han Woohyun’s arm but allowed him to walk closely.

 

It was because his heart was pounding after seeing Junghyo cry. 

 

Seeing Junghyo trembling and crying like that, it felt as if his heart had frozen. 

 

“Don’t make Junghyo cry.”

 

He opened and closed his fingers, trying to regain his sense of reality.

 

And when he said it absentmindedly, Han Woo-hyun slowed down his pace slightly as if he was being stabbed by something.

 

As if he had planned to make Junghyo cry.

 

“I will try… my best.” 

 

“What about those women hanging around? Are they anything important?” 

 

Feeling dissatisfied with Han Woohyun’s response, Han Minhyuk stopped folding and unfolding his numb fingers.

 

In an instant, something like murderous intent gushed out from his body.

 

Since skills couldn’t be used inside the hotel, he was now expressing his anger purely with the energy he had accumulated throughout his life. 

 

‘I’ve been really irritated since earlier.’

 

Han Minhyuk had noticed to some extent the gazes of the women trailing behind Han Woohyun. 

 

It seemed like Junghyo was also paying attention to it.

 

In fact, it was clear at a glance that there was no one around Junghyo who would be worth his attention.

 

If that wasn’t the case, there’s no way Han Woohyun would have been so obvious about looking at Junghyo.

 

With those brown eyes.

 

How dare he be so sinister.

 

If focusing solely on Junghyo and failing to be wary of the women around him was a sin, then it was indeed a sin. 

 

“Don’t leave things around that might unnecessarily make Junghyo uneasy.” 

 

“…Yes.” 

 

Despite looking like he doesn’t understand what it means, he answers well. 

 

Resignation.

 

Yeah, sometimes this guy’s face showed deep resignation.

 

Like the day he saw him in front of the house. 

 

“You’ve been to our house before, haven’t you?” 

 

Han Woohyun, who had been slowing down at Han Minhyuk’s words, stopped completely.

 

Han Minhyuk turned his body and looked at Han Woohyun.

 

His boyish face, which didn’t match his large body, and his eyes filled with deep resignation.

 

If you just added a school uniform to that appearance, it would be exactly the Han Woohyun from that day.

 

“….” 

 

Han Woohyun looked at Han Minhyuk with tense eyes, silently wondering whether he would tell Junghyo.  

 

“Ha.”

 

A hollow laugh escaped Han Minhyuk’s mouth.

 

So Junghyo was his first love?

 

Since then, he has liked Junghyo.

 

Then, was it the same for Junghyo… from that time?  

 

It was when he was lost in such thoughts.

 

A strange memory flashed through Han Minhyuk’s head.

 

‘That’s right. My first love.’

 

It was too fragmented to be called a memory, with all the context erased, but it was definitely Junghyo’s voice. 

 

The profile of her turning her head in embarrassment was clearly Junghyo’s.

 

“….?”

 

Han Minhyuk’s face crumpled. 

 

“Why…” 

 

Why are you like this? Han Woohyun’s hand was about to touch Han Minhyuk’s shoulder just before he spoke.

 

“Still—” 

 

“….?” 

 

“Still, Junghyo’s first love is me.”

 

“…Yes?” 

 

Was it just his imagination, or did Han Minhyuk’s face seem slightly flushed? 

 

Han Woohyun, who usually appeared stern, suddenly seemed more human with the change in his expression. 

 

“…Go.” 

 

Even the way he walked, as if something was broken, gave off an impression of vulnerability. 

 

At that moment, Hwang Misoon, who had come down in the elevator, looked at Han Minhyuk walking toward her and asked with a puzzled expression.

 

“Why are you like that?”

 

“…What about Kim Junsoo? Why are you here?”

 

“That guy’s completely out. I’ve got a bit of a hangover too, my head’s heavy. But, why do you look so excited?” 

 

“…Noisy.” 

 

“You’re practically jumping for joy at this point, though?”

 

“Shut up.”

 

Even after being cursed at, Hwang Misoon didn’t stop teasing, causing Han Minhyuk to cover his face with his hand.

 

System

 

Again?

 

What was that?

 

* * *

 

“That’s right. My first love.”

 

“…?” 

 

Young Uncle Minhyuk looked at me with a bewildered expression.

 

“When did you see me?”

 

-51

 

Damn. 1 went down again.

 

It seemed that as his suspicion toward me grew, his satisfaction with the hotel I was running was decreasing. 

 

I quickly searched my memory.

 

The exact place where Minhyuk was at this moment.

 

“I graduated from Yeonhui University, class of XX, majoring in Business Administration.”

 

The school Uncle attended. 

 

“I ran into you a few times during chapel… since our seats were close.”

 

And that school has a chapel.

 

I remembered that the manager had graduated from Yonhee University and used to brag about the school endlessly. 

 

“Then you fell in love just by seeing my face?”

 

Minhyuk looked me up and down as if he was curious.

 

He seemed to be trying to figure out if I was still in his memory.

 

I probably wasn’t in his memory, but even if I was, there was no way he would remember me.

 

Because Uncle is someone whose interest in others nearly approaches zero.

 

“I think it’s a valid reason.”

 

So I answered confidently.

 

The Han Minhyuk in front of me right now is in the prime of his looks.

 

There’s a reason why Kim Junsoo called him ‘handsome’ 

 

“….” 

 

Look.

 

Even Uncle Minhyuk was secretly convinced—

 

 

-48

 

?

 

Did the satisfaction level go up?

 

And 3?

 

I never even dreamed that Uncle would be pleased with compliments about his appearance. 

 

If I had known, I would have used it at the Dungeon Hotel too…!

 

“This is your hotel?”

 

“Yes. It’s safe inside.”

 

Based on past experiences, once Gyeongseong Hotel became something like my “domain,” electricity and water flowed uninterrupted, and it became impossible for monsters to invade. 

 

Just like the Dungeon Hotel.

 

Drrrk.

 

“…It’s true.” 

 

Uncle was definitely different from others. As soon as he heard my words, he immediately opened the window to check whether the bugs outside were coming in or not.

 

“What on earth is that? Was he really your first love?” 

 

Kim Junsoo whispered to me at my bold behavior.

 

“It’s not too late to change it now. Make me your first love instead. I’m devoted to the goddess of the art department, but I wouldn’t be that rude.” 

 

“….” 

 

I didn’t answer.

 

Surprisingly, the one who answered was Uncle Minhyuk, who was closing the window and heading out into the hallway. 

 

“You can’t change your first love.”

 

“….?” 

 

I checked the number above Uncle Minhyuk’s head once again.

 

-47

 

What is this?

 

It went up again.

 

Could this be… that?

 

Han Minhyuk before he grew into a black consumer.

 

I thought that I could conquer him at this level.

 

Of course, this thought was soon proven to be my arrogance.

 

For the meal, I prepared a Chinese dish by slicing fresh alligator meat thinly and stuffing it between eggplant slices before frying it.

 

Of course, the crocodile meat was obtained from the slimy alligator that Kim Junsoo caught.

 

Even with just this, I was able to quickly capture the taste of the two law students I had found from the law school.

 

“The taste I couldn’t find in Noryangjin…!”

 

“The hunger that couldn’t be satisfied by the cup rice from Sillim-dong is finally filled!”

 

80

 

80

 

And Uncle is—.

 

-30

 

It was still a miserable number.

 

Even the window that the communication skills showed was like this.

 

‘Guest Room 203’ thought that the fried food was not crispy enough, and thought that it would have been crispier if it had been fried 3 seconds less at a temperature of about 10 degrees higher.

 

‘Guest Room 203’ thought that the sauce was too sweet and that it should have been a little more acidic.

 

‘Guest Room 203’ missed the eggplant fried food he had at a 6-star hotel in Beijing last winter. 

 

  

It was a Michelin-level taste evaluation.

 

I looked at Uncle with a defeated expression, like a chef who had participated in a Chinese culinary competition. 

 

But Uncle said without showing it on the outside. 

 

“It was delicious. Thanks to you, I had a wonderful meal in this mess.”

 

Lies!

 

It didn’t really suit your taste!

 

While missing the 6-star hotel!

 

I felt my whole body tremble with inferiority from Uncle’s memories of a 6-star hotel in Beijing.

 

But unfortunately, the same phenomenon kept repeating itself.

 

“The bed is cozy…!”

 

“I’m so happy that there’s even a bathroom. In the gosiwon, there was only a shower room!”

 

Unlike the two long-time gosiwon residents who were happy, Uncle is— 

 

The ‘Guest Room 203’ misses the hinoki bath at a five-star hotel in Tokyo. 

 

The ‘Guest Room 203’ tosses and turns, thinking that the bedding is nothing compared to the French luxury bedding made with fabric directly imported from Italy.

 

He was giving a harsh evaluation based on his experience growing up in a wealthy family.

 

His satisfaction level was also stagnant.

 

-20

 

Damn it.

 

If this had been a quest to increase the satisfaction of heroes, the world would have already been destroyed. 

 

But fortunately, this quest was a quest to save the hero, and the satisfaction level was steadily raised by the remaining two examinees.

 

100

 

100

 

‘★’ acquired!

 

Gyeongseong Hotel: ★★☆☆☆

 

Remaining satisfaction level for a 3-star hotel: 1,000

 

Gyeongseong Hotel has finally become a 2-star hotel.

 

In the evening when all the guests were asleep, I suddenly realized while feeling the mana of the hotel that had finally become a 2-star hotel.

 

Now that I was recognized as a part of this world, I could use the master key, and it seemed that quite a bit of mana had accumulated in the Gyeongseong Hotel as well. 

 

Then?

 

‘Dispatch staff.’

  

This too…works?

 

“Booooss! Where have you been?! This Geumdongie almost died from missing you so much!” 

 

Wow, this works.

 

Demon King

 

Wow, this is how you do it?

 

And the Demon King was pissed.