Wrong Guess

The portal leading to the dungeon was as bustling as ever—though there was a noticeable decrease in the number of adventurers due to the recent "tragedy." The air around the dungeon was thick with tension, with conversations hushed and wary glances exchanged among the gathered adventurers.

Amid the chaos, a single red-skinned Oni stood like a sentinel, towering over the crowd. He guarded the entrance with an air of authority, his muscular frame and horned visage striking a balance between protector and enforcer. His deep, booming voice carried over the din as he collected entrance fees from the adventurers eager—or desperate—enough to enter.

"Ou! Good luck, little ones!"

As always, he cheered on a group that had just paid to enter. His smile was the same as ever—friendly yet intimidating. Despite his fearsome appearance, his presence offered a strange sense of reassurance to those who passed through.