655 When You Want To Fuck Yourself (*R)

In the Dungeon, it's hard to know how much time has passed but the fact that my stomach was growling meant that we must be close to dinnertime already.

After I finished carving up that stupid minotaur for its parts, I decided to go down to the lower floor and look for a safezone to rest for the night.

We could even have minotaur steak for dinner too.

It was another labyrinth style floor so I had a choice of just camping near the stairs but I'd rather not get the attention of other Dungeoneer parties that were coming through after defeating the minotaur boss.

Thus, I decided to look around a bit more to find a safe spot instead.

But because I was keen on looking for a safe spot and coupled with the fact that we've met nothing but monsters so far, I got a little bit careless and forgot about the existence of traps.

A soft 'click' emanated from the floor that I stepped on and I looked down to realise I had stepped on a pressure plate.