How a Black-Haired Barbarian Survived the Labyrinth in Another World

Several hours had passed since they had lost their way.

It was only natural, since Dean, who was supposed to lead the way, had run off.

He had the map too.

The light from the torch was growing weaker.

Only three torches remained.

Relying on the faint light from the torches, they stumbled through the labyrinthine caves, feeling more like they were walking toward their graves rather than an escape.

Especially, whenever they heard the goblins' laughter from other passages, it felt as though death was closing in even faster.

But this time, the sound was different.

"Hehehehe."

It was clearer, more youthful, almost... human-like?

"Dean?"

Anne said, her voice shaking in disbelief.