Three days had passed since Lee Jun and his goblins finished plowing the entire field. The 450-square-meter land inside his personal dungeon was now fully tilled and ready—waiting for the planted radish seeds to sprout and grow.
The days that followed felt... different.There were no monster ambushes.No blood, no chaos.Just the rhythmic sound of hoes hitting the soil, the pattering of small goblin feet, and the gentle breeze that somehow existed within this enclosed dungeon—even though it was still surrounded by thick, impenetrable fog.
Every morning, Lee Jun was the first to wake.
He handed out cheap bread to the goblins for breakfast, gave them simple instructions, and watched over the field like a quiet overseer.
Godon, the goblin he had appointed as their leader, distributed the tasks efficiently.Some goblins watered the crops, others pulled out small weeds, while a few checked the soil's moisture as Jun had taught them.
"Don't overwater," Jun warned one goblin, pointing at a patch of soil. "That one turned yellow from too much yesterday."
Godon gave the overwatering goblin a light whack on the head. "Gob gob!"
Each day passed slowly but with meaning.
Jun started recognizing little quirks in each goblin.One would always try to sneak extra bread in the morning.Another was overly enthusiastic with work—falling into a trench they dug just a day prior.There was even a goblin who liked to draw shapes in the dirt with a stick, like it was trying to write something.
For the first time in his life, Lee Jun felt... peaceful.
At night, he would sit on a large rock near the edge of the fog. Above him, the dungeon's artificial sky shimmered with soft stars—fake, but comforting.
"I used to be just an F-rank porter," he whispered. "Now I have land. I have… a home."
He looked toward the goblins curled up near the small wooden shelter they had built together. It was crude, but enough to keep them warm and dry.
On the fifth day since planting, something made Lee Jun stop in his tracks.
Between the rows of soil, tiny green leaves had begun to emerge.Young radish shoots—alive and strong.
He crouched down, touched one of the leaves gently, and smiled.
"This is only the beginning."