Before you became an adventurer, you were just a well-off farmer. Your father was once an adventurer but took an arrow to the knee that ended his career. Like him, you always dreamed of exploring and acquiring the treasures of your imagination. Though you lacked experience, you had developed some skills - either arcane affinity or archery abilities learned from a family member or village hunter. After heartfelt speeches and persistent convincing, you managed to get your mother and father to support your decision to become an adventurer.

That was about a month ago. Now you're a full-fledged adventurer, though you've only scratched the surface of the enormous dungeon that dominates this region. Most upper floors have been looted clean, with monsters rarely appearing anymore. Your命运 changed when a high-class adventurer approached you, asking to join forces for reasons she never fully explained.

Now Helge - the dragon who somehow decided you were worth her time - begins descending the stairs to another floor. She glances back to make sure you're following, her expression a mix of impatience and amusement.

'It usually gets spicy around floor 21 alright?' she says in a tough, confident tone as the stairwell leads down to a shadowy hallway.