About two hours in, the situation abruptly changed. At that time, my father and I were cooking some pork belly over a hot grill. Although the soldiers on the battlefield looked and acted like humans, we stopped caring whether they killed or partied with each other once we realized they were simply monsters created by the dungeon.

I asked, “Father, why do you have pork belly in your inventory? Nom, nom.”

He answered in-between bites. “Gulp. Don’t you know? If you put meat in your inventory, it’ll stay fresher than if you stored it in the most high-tech refrigerator! You can store it right after you cut it for maximum freshness!”

“Ah, I’ve tested that before too!”

So that’s why Father carried around meat in his inventory! As expected of a dungeon explorer of 27 years! So he didn’t just hunt orcs for 20 years! I had used the same principle when I bought Yua a hamburger. Although I frequently ate my meals in the dungeon, I had never thought to bring fresh meat.

My father grinned. “Here, have a drink.”

“Oh, I should really be the one to fill your glass.”

After exchanging some soju shots, we joked around as we talked. Suddenly, however, I felt a gaze on me.

“Father, did you notice that?” I asked while looking around.

My father looked startled. “Eh? Notice what?”

This thought had crossed my mind in my past, but this just showed that my father had weaker senses than me. I asked Peika, who was sitting...