Like a true money junkie, I went to the dungeon without a second thought just to get some money.
Once in front of the dungeon... it really wasn't anything special. I entered, and the interior was different from the others; instead of a maze, it was a quadrangle.
Suddenly, I heard a howl; it was a pack of wolves.
I didn't even last five minutes in the dungeon. The wolves were followed by other monsters, but none of them looked very interesting. I left the dungeon disappointed. When I returned to the city, it was in ruins. Everything had been destroyed. As a result, my money had been stolen, the seller had been murdered, and my apartment was trashed. In short, there was no one left to get money from with menial jobs, only by taking advantage of the fact that I was the hero.
Well, all that remained was to find the son of a bitch who did this. Instead of searching, I decided to burn down the forest and let those bastards appear. Although nothing can forgive what they did to me.