Outside, in the bustling and hustling dungeon market, the air was far calmer than what it was near the gate, at least at the moment.
A blonde woman wandered from stall to stall, chewing lazily on a corndog. She wore short pants that had ketchup marks all over it, an oversized shirt that hung loose around her frame, and mismatched slippers.
In her other hand? A can of beer, already halfway gone.
"Luxy! You killed that boulderback herd in two hours, right? Unreal!" a passing worker waved, grinning.
"Luxy! Join our group, we can make lot of money and a name for ourselves." a younger hunter called, clutching her badge.
"Yo, Luxy! Heard you almost solo'd a miniboss—true?"
Luxy lifted her beer in lazy salute, grinning with grease on her cheek. "Heh. Maybe. Maybe not. As long as I get my food, who cares?"
The crowd laughed.
