Infinite Farmer

The tricky thing with infinity was that it didn't always look infinite. Sometimes, even very big things could look very small if you glanced at them from just the right angle.

At that exact moment, Tulland was crouched behind a tree with a woman he had met just a few weeks ago, experiencing that exact effect. Luckily, neither of them was fooled. The target of their inspection seemed to be a normal-looking town, if a little slapped together. They could see people milling around, adorned with various combat metals that glinted in the sun but looking distinctly non-violent.

They weren't fooled. And neither was the third, less visible member of the party.

Each and every one of the people you can see are masters of violence. You and the girl are outliers in terms of lack of training and accomplishment, and even she had martial instruction that many would risk death for.

But we all got to the same place. I beat the fifth floor boss just like they did.

You beat the boss by paying the toll in your own blood and pain. Some of them were able to do so at much less cost. For some, it was a game.

Tulland chewed on that for a moment. The source of the information was, after all, not the world's most reliable. The System from his world had been troublesome enough for the Church to usurp and then keep suppressed for who knew how many generations. While the Church itself might have had its own problems, the need to do what most planets seemed to not even consider as an option was a bit suspicious.

And of course, that was all before Tulland considered the fact that the System had found a vulnerable, gullible child it could trick into taking a one-way trip to an infinite dungeon, one which would almost certainly get him killed sooner or later and result in an influx of power the System would go on to do who-knew-what with.

You are saying they toyed with a fully armored Cannian Knight to get to this safe zone?

It's likely, yes. Even on your world, I knew of talented adventurers who could have done so. And if they could toy with him, then…

They could toy with me. Point taken.

Tulland popped open his status screen. He had little confidence that he would survive a conflict with a more combat-specialized class, especially if that class belonged to some battle-proven hero of another world. But that didn't mean he hadn't grown.