"I'm tired..."
This sentence is practically a purification of human civilization, a simple phrase that encapsulates so much helplessness and bitterness.
Hunter's Dream.
Fanen collapsed into the white blossoms, utterly exhausted. Although his body showed no visible wounds, his mental state seemed battered and bruised.
It was as if the young man before him had died countless times due to relentless attacks.
Speaking of death, he definitely had died many, many times.
All because the people of Yarn were too enthusiastic.
Enthusiastic enough to skewer him and roast him over a fire.
He really had been barbecued like a skewer!
Yet every time he died, this bizarre Dungeon always resurrected him in a fully restored state, with only a slight headache upon waking.
The only obvious change was his weapons; the Saw Meat Blade had become more mottled, and even the Hunter's Pistol had acquired several claw marks from being used to block attacks.
