[Scenario Quest (Main)]
Countless contaminations lay dormant in the pool.
The contaminations should have slept there for all eternity, but they were awakened by the reckless development projects of foolish humans. The pool was eroded, becoming a muddy and dangerous swamp.
The contaminated swamp is grotesquely transforming nearby living creatures into monsters and turning the surrounding area into a land of death. For that reason, the beastfolk of the contaminated zone are living difficult lives.
The snow leopard clan has been receiving regular purification acorns from the squirrel clan to purify the contamination, but the effects of regular purification acorns are only temporary.
To completely purify the core of the contamination, a “special purification acorn” is needed.
Thus, the merciful Emperor promised to bestow upon the beastfolk the “special purification acorns” the squirrel clan will harvest this year.
Until the “special purification acorn” purifies the contamination, the beastfolk’s land must be defended.
Strangers from another world, help the beastfolk purify the contamination.
Time limit: 20D 18:53:36
[Scenario Quest (Individual)]
You are the only flying squirrel in this world.
Your goal is to safely cultivate the “Oak of Purification” together with the squirrels and harvest “regular purification acorns” and “special purification acorns.”
Your oak needs good sunlight, clear water, a rich environment to soothe its body and mind, and affectionate attention.
Help the seasoned squirrels of the oak farm harvest the ultimate “special purification acorn.”
Time limit: 20D 18:53:36
Reward: ???
Come to think of it, she had heard a brief explanation about RP dungeons during basic Hunter training.
They had said it was the type that was cleared when everyone cooperated to complete the main scenario. They’d also said each person would be assigned a separate individual quest according to their role…
The time limit seemed to be a little over twenty days, and the main quest appeared to be defending the beastfolk from the contamination.
More importantly…
She had to stay here for twenty whole days?! They hadn’t said anything about this in training!
“Geuru might really get in huge trouble.”
Geuru’s shoulders trembled at the hopeless situation.
Just in case, she checked the watch on her wrist, but it was completely dead, showing no response at all.
“S-should I go back?”
Geuru rummaged through her bag and pulled out a scroll.
The reason she had been able to be this brave was, in truth, entirely because of this return scroll. Jurim had given it to her right before she went to her first dungeon.
“There’ll be another chance to teach Ham Honggi what justice is.”
However, just as Geuru was about to tear the scroll—
[This scroll cannot be used in this area.]
“I’m gonna get in trouble!”
Gyaaat! Geuru, thrown into confusion, clutched both cheeks.
“……”
Geuru’s eyes, filled with despair, met the eyes of the squirrel who had introduced herself as Cheche.
“Chwii?” (Is something bothering you, Lady Flying Squirrel?)
At that moment, something like a king’s dignity welled up within Geuru, and she straightened her posture before clearing her throat.
Worrying about the future now wouldn’t change the situation. So she should start with what she could do.
After carefully examining the quest window again, Geuru reread even the individual quest window.
“So Geuru’s individual quest is to harvest acorns?”
“By growing oak trees?”
At Geuru’s words, the squirrel’s face visibly brightened.
“Jjik-jjik?” (My king, would you like to inspect the acorn farm?)
“Mm-hmm.”
Cheche took the lead, saying she would guide her, and Geuru toddled after her.
After leaving the simple two-story wooden house and walking only a few steps, the farm came into view.
“It’s so pretty.”
Outside was a landscape that looked as though it had been painted in oils. Green grass and low hills stretched out far into the distance.
A gentle breeze carried the scent of trees and flowers. Geuru walked while sniffing at the fresh smell of grass.
The place the squirrel guided her to was a modest plot of land surrounded by a wooden fence. A few squirrels tending to the oaks saw Geuru and greeted her.
“Chwi!” (We greet the king of squirrels!)
“Chwi!” (Lady Flying Squirrel!)
At their polite greetings, Geuru also raised one hand solemnly, imbued with a king’s dignity, and greeted them.
“Chwi!”
At that, the squirrel guiding her, Cheche, turned to look at Geuru in shock.
“Jjik-jjik.” (My king, such words are inappropriate.)
“Huh? What did Geuru say?”
“Chwii.” (It is difficult for me to say it with my own mouth.)
Cheche blushed and turned her head away.
Hmm, I don’t know, but I get it. Geuru decided not to ask.
“I shouldn’t use that anymore.”
The squirrel language was automatically translated in her head, but the words she spoke came out at random, which was a problem.
“Jji-jji-jjik.” (This is the acorn farm.)
Rather than oaks where acorns grew, they were about the size of grapevines. The trees were short enough to reach only the top of Geuru’s head, and even those were withered.
When she approached, the oaks shook their branches as if reacting to Geuru.
“Waaah.”
When Geuru stroked the trunk of a tree, an information window appeared.
[Oak of Purification]
[Condition: Poor]
[Hungry]
[Lifespan: 30/30]
“Hey, Cheche. The tree says it’s hungry.”
“Jji-jjik!” (As expected, my king can see the condition of the acorn trees!)
Cheche clenched both fists and her eyes sparkled. Apparently, this information window was visible only to Geuru.
“Mm-hmm, and its lifespan is 30/30 too.”
“Ah! Yes, it’s time to plant new acorns now.”
Ahh, no wonder the squirrels had been pulling the trees out.
Since earlier, six squirrels had been groaning as they pulled at a tree with both hands.
“Like that? Do they not have tools?”
Geuru watched the squirrels’ primitive behavior for a moment, then turned her head.
*
The first day passed in a muddle.
Whether it was acorn tree farming or the quest, it seemed like the squirrels were handling everything on their own, so Geuru’s goal was only one thing: to put the black flame dragon to rest by getting revenge on Ham Honggi.
Since the main scenario of the RP dungeon was the story of the beastfolk, she thought he would be nearby, but when she checked the map, the area was far too vast.
The village of the squirrel clan where Geuru was located was a remote countryside village, and according to Cheche, the place the spy ladybug was pointing to was near the contaminated zone, where it was too dangerous for squirrels to go.
“Since they must have entered as a guild, I should first find out what kind of beastfolk are in that area.”
Geuru soothed the disappointed black flame dragon and fell asleep with a soft rumble in her stomach.
On the second day, she infiltrated the farm to gather information from the squirrels.
Wearing the boots and dress Cheche had brought her, Geuru loitered beside a squirrel pulling out an oak tree and casually asked,
“Hey, what kind of beastfolk live in the contaminated zone?”
“Jji-jjik-chwi-ji-ji-jik. Jjik. Jjik-ji-jjik.” (The snow leopard clan. They’re a large tribe with many fierce warriors, and they’re guarding the area so the contaminated ones can’t come up onto land.)
“I see.”
If the snow leopard clan was large in number and in charge of the contaminated zone, they suited the main scenario. In that case, there was a high chance that was the role assigned to Guild Brom.
“How do I go meet the snow leopard clan?”
Even by bicycle, it would easily take three days.
With the old map at the squirrel farm, she couldn’t even be certain whether the road was suitable for riding a bicycle.
“Since I’m inside a dungeon, I can’t use ‘Dungeon Is an Open Door’ either…”
Just then, one squirrel fell on his bottom while pulling out an oak tree. The squirrel got up with a tearful face, rubbing his backside.
Geuru’s subjects were all weak and behind the times.
“To think Geuru got dropped into a place like this all alone…”
Geuru was sitting there helplessly, staring at them with her mouth hanging open, when—
“Chwiik! Jjiik!” (My king, please follow me.)
Farm work required many hands, but there weren’t many squirrelfolk, so even the flying squirrel had to work.
The task the squirrels gave Geuru was moving acorns.
“How?”
When she held up her bare hands, which had no equipment at all, one squirrel laughed heartily and demonstrated for Geuru.
“Chwi-jji-jji!” (Put them in your cheek pouches!)
The squirrel began stuffing acorns into his mouth until his cheeks bulged.
“Eh?”
Geuru wasn’t a real squirrel, so she couldn’t do that!
“Chwi-jji.” (Now, try putting them in.)
They shoved acorns into Geuru’s mouth.
“Nnno!” (Nooo!)
But Geuru’s cheeks stretched and stretched, and countless acorns went in.
“It works!”