Drip~! Drip~!
Suddenly, a pale white liquid began to fall from the empty air.
“Eek!”
“Gyuuek!”
“!”
The moment the pure white stream of water from God touched them, dozens, no, hundreds of slimes simultaneously began to melt away.
Like purifying filthy and impure beings, the monsters before her were being washed away without a trace.
It was nothing short of a miraculous wonder.
Jeanne d’Arc’s clear, bright eyes sparkled with delight as she thought,
…Ah, God has bestowed the Sacred Purification Water to cleanse these monsters!
Once again, endless reverence and awe toward the almighty God welled up inside her.
Meanwhile, from the Sacred Purification Water that thoroughly soaked the floor, a refreshing, sharp scent of mint wafted through the air.
Jeanne d’Arc carefully brought her Shortsword close to the pool of Sacred Purification Water collected on the dungeon floor.
Then—
Screeeech!
The slime-covered sticky substance clinging to the blade melted away like snow the moment it touched the sacred water, disappearing completely.
Gratefully offering a prayer to God, Jeanne adjusted her Shortsword and steadied herself.
All hundreds of slimes had melted away, leaving only about a dozen or so blocking the passage.
“Huuu…”
Jeanne d’Arc gently spread her legs and grasped her sword with both hands.
This was the basic stance of Haedong Kumdo—the Heavenly Swordsmanship bestowed by God.
Swoosh~!
Then, she pushed off the ground and swung her sword at the remaining monsters.
Swish!
“Eek!”
Jeanne d’Arc’s strike cleaved the last slime’s core in two.
“Hah… hah…”
She took a deep breath, calming her ragged breathing.
Inside the Greenwood Dungeon, every corner was filled with slimes.
After clearing the writhing slimes and moving forward a bit, another group of dozens or even hundreds appeared again.
Each time, God granted the Sacred Purification Water to drastically reduce their numbers.
Still, considerable time and stamina had been spent.
“If you’re tired, shall we take a short break?”
God always prioritized Jeanne d’Arc’s safety above all else.
Protected. Loved.
Feeling this, Jeanne’s heart tightened with emotion.
“…I’m deeply grateful to God for caring for me so much that I hardly know how to respond. But I’m still fine! I can go further!”
Jeanne d’Arc smiled brightly and took firm steps deeper into the dungeon.
Before long, a cool, damp breeze began to tickle her nose.
Soon, Jeanne emerged from the long tunnel.
“…Be careful. There’s a cliff ahead.”
“This place is…”
Beneath her feet stretched a vast, seemingly endless underground cavern.
Jagged stalactites like fangs jutted from all around, and droplets falling from the ceiling gathered into small streams flowing throughout the cave.
Not only monsters but various animals bustled in this expansive cavern.
It felt as if an entire ecosystem thrived within this vast cave.
“First things first, I need to descend below. Somewhere I can climb down…”
Not far from where she stood lay an old bridge leading down to the lower dungeon floor.
But it looked long abandoned, corroded and broken in places—completely unusable.
The drop to the lower level was about 15 meters from where she stood.
Yet Jeanne was not flustered in the slightest.
God had foreseen this unexpected situation as well and had already told her in advance to prepare the appropriate equipment.
“…It’s time to use what I brought.”
“Yes! God’s insight is truly beyond my reach. I’m full of respect every time.”
Jeanne d’Arc pulled out the rope she had brought.
After finishing her preparations, she lightly warmed up and stood at the edge of the cliff.
“…32…! …Alright, begin!”
“Yes! Understood!”
Jeanne nodded immediately and steadied her breathing.
This was the “signal” God had told her beforehand.
Before entering the dungeon, God had said,
“Let’s decide on a signal. When I say ‘begin,’ that means start recording for Mutube… no, the records to show the Angels. Then act accordingly.”
Jeanne had already practiced the “manners and tone preferred by the Angels” God had taught her many times and had mastered it perfectly.
“Ahem…”
She cleared her throat lightly.
Then, smiling brightly, she called out energetically.
“Hello, Angels! This is Jeanne d’Arc from Creator TV! Joha~! Ah, for those meeting me for the first time, ‘Joha’ means ‘Creator Hi’!”
This lighthearted, cheerful tone was something she would never normally use.
Jeanne d’Arc felt her face flush deeply.
…Do the Angels really like this kind of speech?
But then, faintly, she sensed God nodding in approval.
‘God is watching. There’s no way what He said is wrong!’
Thanks to this, Jeanne summoned her courage again and continued speaking in a lively tone.
Soon, she stretched out her hand and pointed at the dungeon scenery.
“Don’t you think the surroundings look different? Yes, that’s right! Today, I’ve prepared a special content to show the Angels. It’s called ‘Surviving in the Dungeon’!”
Jeanne recited the lines God had taught her without missing a single word, clearly and distinctly.
God had repeatedly emphasized that during the recording for the Angels, the word “dungeon” should be replaced with “cave.”
“We’re going to descend 15 meters down the cliff. Since most climbing accidents happen during descent, we need to be extra careful. The first thing to do is to secure the rope tightly!”
Jeanne threw the rope over a large rock and tied a sturdy knot.
Then, skillfully, she wrapped the rope around her body and secured it.
After confirming the rope was firmly fixed, Jeanne slowly stepped down the cliff.
She grabbed onto protruding rocks with both hands, hanging on to the cliff face.
“Alright, Angels! What you’re about to see is very dangerous, so please don’t try this at home!”
Having lived in a forest cabin since childhood, climbing trees to pick fruit or scaling rocks to hunt small animals was part of Jeanne’s daily routine.
Climbing down the cliff with skillful ease, she resembled a seasoned jaguar.
The rope tied around her waist for safety hardly seemed necessary.
When she reached a height not far from the ground, Jeanne lightly jumped down and landed safely.
She smiled brightly and spoke.
“…How was it? Descending a 15-meter cliff! Perfect success! Did you enjoy it? If so, then please… like and turn on notifications! Angels, that’s it for today’s record! Joha~! Doku and Creator bye~!”
Jeanne wondered what special meaning subscribing, liking, and turning on notifications might have.
But it didn’t really matter.
“Truly a wonderful Mutube moment… no, truly a wonderful record. The Angels will love it.”
She faintly sensed God nodding in satisfaction.
That alone was enough for her.
Then—
Gurgle—
“…!”
A sound she was embarrassed to admit slipped out.
It had been three or four hours since entering the dungeon.
During that time, she hadn’t rested once and had relentlessly defeated countless slimes and monsters.
She had even just finished a physically demanding cliff descent.
Her biological clock was screaming with hunger—it was only natural.
“It’s getting late. Let’s rest here for today.”
A little while later,
Jeanne, inspecting the cliffside, found a small space barely big enough for one person to squeeze into.
Sparse moss grew here and there, and there were no signs of monsters or animals living there.
She gathered the dry moss onto the floor and spread the thin blanket she had brought over it.
Crackle— crackle—
Soon, Jeanne sat by the campfire and took a big bite of the black bread she had brought from the Sanctuary.
For efficient exploration, she had purposely brought only one day’s worth of food.
Fortunately, inside the dungeon, besides monsters, various wild animals lived as well.
“Starting tomorrow, while searching for the dungeon’s master, I’ll also gather food. As God said before, I can record all of that, right?”
“That’s right. There will be many records to show the Angels. You’ve worked hard today, so rest well. I’ll return tomorrow morning.”
Wrapped in warmth from the campfire and God’s gentle encouragement, Jeanne faintly smiled.
Soon, wrapped in her blanket and basking in the fire’s warmth, Jeanne slowly drifted to sleep.
Several days later—
Rustle, rustle—
Currently, Jeanne d’Arc was skinning a freshly caught Cave Rabbit.
She smiled brightly as if she had remembered something and spoke.
“Hello, Angels! Yesterday, I taught you how to make snares for small animals, right? Last night, four rabbits were caught in the snares I set up! It must be thanks to God’s protection. So, the record I’ll show now is how to prepare a Cave Rabbit.”
Jeanne proudly lifted the limp rabbits.
Then she began skinning the rabbits again.
“It’s better not to use a knife when skinning. Don’t rush—just peel the skin off slowly. Then, make an incision in the belly to remove the innards…”
Rog!
“…God?”
Startled by God’s strange presence, Jeanne lifted her head.
Then God said,
“Um… you don’t have to explain the rabbit preparation in detail since you won’t be recording that part. The Angels’ reviews are very strict. Also, the Angels tend to be sensitive and would find the rabbit skinning scene pitiful and unpleasant to watch.”
“I-I see. I thought the Angels would naturally be interested in rabbit preparation.”
“I’ll record again from the part where you cook the rabbit.”
It had been five days since entering the Greenwood Dungeon.
Jeanne d’Arc had been hunting various animals living inside to supply her food.
During that time, she had realized one thing.
God and the Angels seemed to dislike disgusting or unpleasant scenes.
The problem was that Jeanne couldn’t grasp exactly what counted as disgusting or not to them.
She recalled God’s reactions over the past days.
There was no issue when she prepared Cave Snakes, but when skinning rabbits, God said the Angels would feel pity.
Also, cooking Cave Snails was fine, but when she tried to cook Cave Slugs, God strongly opposed it, saying disgusting scenes were not allowed.
…What exactly is disgusting and what isn’t?
For Jeanne, only cockroaches qualified as disgusting creatures.
Just then, a large earthworm wriggling on the ground caught her eye.
Snap!
Jeanne put down the rabbit she was skinning and quickly grabbed the worm.
“Wow, this would be great bait to catch fish!”
She held the wriggling earthworm high to show God.
Then—
“…What? Ugh?!”
“Ah… so giant earthworms are disgusting too. Noted, God.”
Jeanne placed the worm in her basket and laid the prepared rabbit meat on a flat rock.
Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on her lips.
She found it somewhat cute that the lofty Creator of the Heavens was startled by a wriggling earthworm.
‘Maybe He has a surprisingly adorable side…’
But the moment passed.
Jeanne’s face flushed deeply as she shook her head fiercely.
‘Goodness, how could I have such disgraceful and irreverent thoughts about God…?’
Jeanne lowered her head deeply and confessed her fault to God in a trembling voice.
“God, I’m truly sorry…”
[……?]
But contrary to Jeanne’s worries, God did not reproach her.
Surely, the merciful and benevolent God had already forgiven her transgression.
“…Merciful God, thank You.”
[……?]
Jeanne snapped herself out of it by lightly slapping her cheeks.
Then she began organizing the skinned rabbit meat and spoke.
“Today, I’m going to make preserved food that can be kept for a long time. For the Angels, I’ll try smoking—one of the most common and reliable preservation methods!”
God had instructed her to use a gentle and soft tone during recordings, as if speaking to her younger sister Anna.
Jeanne thinly sliced the rabbit meat and sprinkled coarse salt over it.
“Smoking requires removing moisture. Sprinkling salt helps absorb the remaining water in the meat.”
After preparing, she placed the thin slices of rabbit into a smokehouse she had set up in advance.
It was a simple kiln made by carefully stacking stones in a dome shape.
“When you smoke meat, a thin film forms on the surface. This helps prevent spoilage and keeps insects away. Now, I’ll block the entrance so the smoke doesn’t escape and fully permeates the meat.”
Jeanne lit charcoal inside the smokehouse and partially sealed the entrance.
After some time passed, a fragrant and subtle smoky scent began to fill the dungeon.
Then—
Suddenly, a dangerous breathing sound began to echo.
Watching closely, Jeanne quickly drew the Shortsword she wore at her waist.
“…Finally, you’ve come!”
She had expected this since planning to make smoked rabbit meat.
Ventilation inside the cave was poor.
So the fragrant smoke would linger throughout the underground dungeon.
Inevitably, something would be drawn to the scent.
…The master who ruled the Greenwood Dungeon.
Soon, a massive figure appeared, panting heavily.
About 2–3 meters long, with six legs, and a hard carapace shimmering with green light.
The master of the Greenwood Dungeon took the form of a giant stag beetle.
“God, I will now purge the master of the dungeon!”
Jeanne took a deep breath and charged at the dungeon’s master.
Behind her, she felt a warm and comforting gaze.
God was with her.
Therefore, Jeanne d’Arc felt no fear at all.