“This is ridiculous.”

Redin BR Oser was making his way through the tunnel with a sense of urgency. He had thought things would be okay until then. He had assumed that the priests of Overflowing God and the Kobolds had simply made a mistake. And additionally, Redin always took pride in being a Troll, so he thought there was nothing Kobolds could do that Trolls couldn’t.

“Those stupid Kobolds, how much do they like digging tunnels?”

However, after some time, Redin realized that walking and crawling through the tunnel wasn’t as easy as he had thought. He had bent down to walk, and when the tunnel got narrower, he got on his knees and crawled. He repeated these motions that weren’t familiar to him, using muscles that weren’t usually used. Even though a Troll was born strong, he was getting exhausted.

But above all, the torch Redin relied on was dying.

“I haven’t been able to check the whole tunnel yet though…”

Redin assumed that the Right-Hand Rule[1] used for exploring ancient ruins would take too long, so he checked the tunnels by walking into each one and coming back out, but he was short on time.

Following the chills running down his spine came cold sweat. And his groin tensed up.

“...No, no. There’s no need to be afraid.”

Redin became conscious again of...