Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Chapter 363 - Webtoon Side Story: Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Branch 4 (34)

Webtoon Side Story: Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Branch 4 (34)

 

However, what followed was a warm message.

 

Guild Master Han Minhyuk

 

Make sure you eat well.

 

It’s giving the disease and offering the cure, but still, thinking about the Uncle Minhyuk I know, these are words said with considerable affection.

 

“So he told me to just take a generous 3-month break. If there’s a major incident like a gate outbreak, I can just go straight from here.”

 

I could understand what Han Woohyun meant.

 

Since I have the master key, it was entirely possible.

 

Guild Master Han Minhyuk

 

And if you have any photos taken with Junghyo, send a few.

 

I stared at Uncle Minhyuk’s last message, which came after a pause as if he had deliberated a bit.

 

“I should take a lot of wine with me.”

 

I muttered quietly.

 

It seemed Han Woohyun’s vacation was going to be a long one. 

 

* * *

 

The guests who made a reservation after Georges felt like a Version 2 of the Ghost Story Club guests.

 

They asked if they could set up cameras in their room, and were very disappointed when I said no.

 

When the Ghost Story Club members came as guests, it was before this place became Dungeon Hotel Branch 4, so it was possible. But since it had become the Dungeon Hotel, I used the ‘Front Desk’ skill to place a photography ban inside the hotel, just in case.

 

‘There’s no guarantee there won’t be a second Georg incident, after all.’

 

Moreover, even if it wasn’t necessarily worrying about a Georg incident, there were other things that could happen because Liber Hotel was Dungeon Hotel Branch 4.

 

The unique characteristics of Dungeon Hotel Branch 4 could disappear, and it could end up operating while pandering to the popularity of Dungeon Hotel Branch 1.

 

Of course, the manager said she had the same thought regarding this.

 

‘I think it would be better to raise the hotel level a bit more, decorate the interior as luxuriously as Dungeon Hotel Branch 1, and then officially promote it as Dungeon Hotel Branch 4.’

 

‘Don’t tell me… are you embarrassed by the Liber Hotel?’

 

‘That’s absolutely n-not it.’

 

The manager quickly shook her head, but it seemed true that she thought the Liber Hotel’s appearance was still lacking.

 

‘Hmph.’ 

 

I’m going to raise the hotel level quickly no matter what.

 

But this was just my thought up to this point.

 

The guests seemed greatly disappointed by the photography ban.

 

Those guests—who couldn’t be called anything but Goths, with their pure white makeup, pitch-black hair, and cross and rosary necklaces—muttered with sullen expressions at my words.

 

“…I really wanted to see if ghosts appear in the room—”

 

“We came here because they said this is where the dead awaken—”

 

13

 

Looking at the dropping satisfaction level, I smacked my lips.

 

And taking advantage of the moment they checked in and went to their rooms, I gathered the mouse spirits, the grey-haired housekeepers.

 

“We can’t disappoint the guests.”

 

“Then are you going to lift the photography ban?”

 

“That’s problematic too. It could cause troublesome issues…”

 

“Then don’t tell me…”

 

Grey 3’s already pale face turned even paler as he looked at me.

 

“No way…”

 

“What do you mean ‘no way’, you’re right.”

 

“…Hah.”

 

The Greys all sighed in unison.

 

That was the case. This time too, we had to use the same method as with the Ghost Story Club.

 

‘If there are no ghosts, we just have to make them.’

 

And playing the role of those ghosts was up to the mouse spirits, who could freely change their body sizes and, when in mouse form, quickly slip into small holes to make it look like they vanished.

 

“Uwaaaah!”

 

At a time past midnight, a scream rang out from Room 301.

 

A Goth guest wearing hoop earrings as huge as bus handles dashed out of the room.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

When the other guests who dashed out together at the scream asked, the Goth guest pointed up the stairs and said,

 

“A, a young boy wearing a priest’s uniform appeared inside the room!”

 

“A priest’s uniform?”

 

The guests began to murmur.

 

Then the next moment, the guests, their faces brightening, shouted in unison toward the guest with the bus handle earrings.

 

“I want to see too, I want to see too!”

 

And a short while later, other screams began to be heard sporadically from Room 301.

 

“Kyaaaah!”

 

“Aaaaah!”

 

“Ugh!”

 

Guest satisfaction is accumulated as EXP. Congratulations. The hotel’s level has increased. (2->3)

 

Was it from here that things went wrong?

 

Because I discovered how to raise the hotel’s level through an overly easy method?

 

The Greys each developed their own know-how on how to startle guests well, and would startle the guests by forming their own formations like the Crane Wing formation.

 

Thanks to that, cheerful screams were heard from the guests’ rooms every time, and at the end of it, this number always floated above the guests’ heads.

 

100

 

It was undeniably a sweet number.

 

I even went ahead and posted these kinds of clauses on AirCnC as precautions for using the accommodation.

 

1. Before midnight, check that the doors of all rooms are securely locked.

 

2. Also check that the windows in the corridor are securely locked.

 

3. After midnight, do not react to sounds heard from open doors or windows.

 

4. From midnight until dawn, do not greet creatures roaming the old castle.

 

5. Under no circumstances should you go down to the basement.

 

The eerie atmosphere given off by these precautions drew an enthusiastic response among the guests.

 

It was to the extent that the hotel’s reservation rate skyrocketed exponentially after posting these precautions.

 

It seemed to be going viral on a small scale on ghost story sites and such too.

 

Like that, it was when searching for eyewitness accounts of seeing ghosts piling up every day on ghost story sites and on AirCnC, instead of reviews saying ‘mice appear’, became a daily routine.

 

That day, two male guests checked in. One had binoculars around his neck, and the other a massive camera.

 

“Where is the room here where ghosts can be seen the best?”

 

“Ghosts, I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

 

When I smiled at the question of the guest with binoculars, the guest with the camera chimed in.

 

“We know everything.”

 

He abruptly thrust the camera at me.

 

Isn’t that kind of thing called a cannon?

 

Did you come to find ghosts, or to take pictures of lions on a safari?

 

Click.

 

Click.

 

The guest pressed the shutter incessantly, but I spoke leisurely.

 

“I’m sorry, but photography is prohibited inside the hotel.”

 

“Excuse me? But we already took…”

 

It was when the man holding the camera checked his camera again. The man’s eyes widened.

 

“…Uh, we definitely took pictures?!”

 

The cameraman offered the camera to the binocular man. Then the binocular man’s eyes also widened.

 

“Did the pictures get wiped?”

 

“It’s just completely black?”

 

The two looked at each other and blinked their eyes with fascinated faces.

 

The satisfaction numbers above the two men’s heads rose steeply.

 

“L-let’s try again!”

 

It was while the two men were wandering around the hotel interior pressing the shutter wildly.

 

Watching that sight, Ilmiho, who was sitting diagonally next to me resting his chin on his hand, spoke in his signature languid voice.

 

“Hey, you… Didn’t you clearly tell me that even if the hotel fails in the future, you want to enjoy a present without regrets? While running it doing your best even if it’s an old hotel?”

 

“I did, right?”

 

I was casually answering while browsing a ghost story site.

 

Seeing that, Ilmiho tapped my phone with his long finger and said,

 

“But isn’t this closer to managing a haunted house rather than managing a hotel?”

 

“…..”

 

Hearing those words, my hand stopped.

 

When I glared at Ilmiho, Ilmiho said,

 

“You want to retort, but you don’t have anything to say in retort, do you?”

 

This punk.

 

‘…He’s right.’

 

Before I knew it, pickled in sweet EXP, I was straying from the basics of hotel management.

 

My search bar history was even completely filled with words like this.

 

Ghost Story Site

 

Liber Hotel

 

Liber Ghost Sighting

 

Liber Hotel Review

 

And even at the very end—

 

Theme Park Haunted House

 

‘Without realizing it, I was making plans to decorate our hotel like a haunted house…’

 

Last time, I even seriously considered whether to buy a display skeleton from the exclusive shop.

 

Ilmiho was right.

 

Before I knew it, I was running a haunted house, not a hotel.

 

Seeing my scrunched-up face, Ilmiho chuckled and leisurely disappeared from the desk, and as if tagging in for Ilmiho, Master Craftsman Lim Sehwan appeared holding something.

 

“You asked last time if there was a way to make the bathroom lighting as eerie as possible. I tried making a blood-red lightbulb. I also added an effect where a slight optical illusion can appear…”

 

“Ah, no. Please omit that lightbulb.”

 

I had even ordered something like this.

 

I quickly stopped Master Craftsman Lim Sehwan.

 

But the Master Craftsman tilted his head with a puzzled face.

 

“…Why? I worked hard making it.”

 

“I’m grateful for that, but…”

 

It was when I was hesitating, not knowing how to explain it to Master Craftsman Lim Sehwan.

 

An elderly man entered the front desk.

 

A guest?

 

I began to scan the reservation ledger.

 

‘There are no other reservations for today.’

 

It was when I was thinking that.

 

The man seemed to look around, then took off his velvet fedora with age-spotted hands and approached me.

 

I was wondering if he was a grandfather who had lost his way, but an unexpected remark popped out from him.

 

“Hello. Is this the hotel where ghosts appear?”

 

…Don’t tell me this person is also from the Ghost Story Club?