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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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“…?”
The moment I took the portal, I couldn’t help but feel confused.
‘Where is this?’
I was certain I’d paid for a premium portal set for Fespis Square, home to the world’s largest auction house.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself surrounded by dense forest, stifling heat, and humid air.
Screech-screech-screeeeeech!
From bizarre animal cries I’d never heard before to the sharp scent of phytoncides assaulting my nose…
‘This is insane.’
Whether this was truly a portal error or another of Final Destiny’s bad luck patterns, I couldn’t tell.
What was certain was that this wasn’t anywhere near Fespis Square.
‘Rubul Jungle? No, even their bad luck has limits… for my current situation, if it’s a jungle where I can barely survive…’
I wracked my brain, mentally spreading out the Final Destiny map.
Having invested enough of my life in the game to make it a major part of me, pulling up an imaginary map was trivial.
‘Bizarre cries and dense jungle… plus that peculiar metallic smell.’
Combining these three elements led to only one conclusion.
‘Garwon Jungle.’
A place where numerous kingdoms had waged war, still riddled with countless uncleared magical landmines.
Yet with monster difficulty and environmental challenges balanced for early-game use, providing proportionally high experience…
It was one of the best hunting fields for rapid growth—if you could avoid the landmines.
‘The problem is I came here empty-handed.’
Normally when playing and visiting Garwon Jungle, you’d bring mine detectors, sufficient food, emergency teleport scrolls for contingencies…
The kind of preparation you’d see in a survival documentary was standard.
After all, with only one life, going in unprepared would be unthinkable.
But now all I had was bundles of cash prepared for laundering, some drinks, and a simple lunch box.
Perfect conditions for dying in the wilderness.
If this were really just a game, I might have attempted suicide right away despite wasting my progress, considering it was still early game.
The chances of escape were too low no matter how I looked at it.
‘I’ve already confirmed game bugs don’t work, so return bugs won’t either.’
If they had worked, I would have been flying around early game using every bug and cheat available.
Screech-squawk-squawk-squawk!
‘Let’s move first.’
Just as my thoughts started to wander, as if emphasizing the gravity of the situation…
A ridiculous animal cry rang out nearby, highlighting the danger.
‘There must be a way to survive.’
Stealthily.
I searched for a hiding place while moving as quietly as possible in case of emergencies.
Priority one was hiding myself, priority two was ensuring I returned to the academy before Monday.
Knowing that the bad luck patterns applied to all students, the longer I was away, the higher the probability of characters dying.
Of course, while I could barely look after myself, I could at least help them prepare.
Squawk-squawk-screech!
I moved while listening to the bizarre cries.
Nothing was going according to plan.
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About four hours after being wrongly transported to Garwon Jungle…
I managed to create a decent shelter using experience gained from ten years of mountain living.
‘The meat’s decent enough.’
The source of the bizarre cries turned out to be Gora-gorani.
A sound that could be mistaken for human crying, the epitome of disturbing noises that could jolt you awake.
Similar in appearance and stats to the common gorani found in Gangwon-do, they were harmless if killed quickly.
‘If you delay, they’ll call more threatening higher-tier specimens.’
Now that I had food and a safe cave, the huge problem of ‘how to escape’ remained.
In the worst case, arriving very late at the academy could result in most students dying.
‘Coldly speaking, only the main characters need to survive, but… they’re the most likely to die.’
Being strong meant they had to stand at the front, which meant they would die first.
Moreover, being driven by a sense of duty, they wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice themselves.
That arrogant belief in their own immortality would still be deeply ingrained in their minds.
‘This is really bad.’
Being unable to do anything while my children were in danger…
I needed to find the best solution quickly.
‘There is one already, though.’
One solution I hesitated to attempt because this was real life with only one life…
‘A solo dungeon run.’
Enter a dungeon and get a return stone as a reward.
A place like Mirinae Academy would be registered as a portal coordinate, so I could return there.
This would let me get both dungeon rewards and return home—killing two birds with one stone.
But such an ideal solution naturally carried risks.
They probably brought me to Garwon Jungle believing I could escape alone, not expecting me to attempt a solo run.
In other words, the difficulty would increase exponentially.
“To be or not to be… that is the question.”
While I was deep in thought, quoting classic literature…
Would you like to enter the Field Dungeon [Jungle Fortress Tustosta]?
My body had honestly already brought me to the field dungeon entrance, urging quick resolution.
‘Get a new hidden skill here, get rewards, return and prepare as much as possible.’
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Only cowards worry about the future.
If you have a beast’s heart, you charge blindly toward uncertain rewards.
Empty mind, burning heart.
“Enter.”
That was the truth of living life.
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Field Dungeon Jungle Fortress Tustosta.
Dungeons with all spaces open like the Land of Golems were called field dungeons…
Among them, Tustosta was considered the most representative field dungeon.
Military base-like visuals with barracks and outposts that looked straight out of an army camp, and monsters wearing military uniforms.
The monster types varied, but fortunately there didn’t seem to be any named monsters.
‘Or they might just not leave the barracks.’
With power, they might not need to take low-ranking roles like perimeter guards.
‘Let’s do this.’
Just as I was about to start scouting with these thoughts…
A very pleasant message blocked my view.
Solo Run Detected.
All stats increased by 20%.
Damage received from normal monsters reduced by 5%.
Damage dealt to boss monsters increased by 5%.
Basic terrain map acquired.
‘They’re actually giving this.’
I’d worried they might withhold even this in their dedication to bad luck.
But some sense of fairness still lived.
While it might seem negligible, it was hundreds of times better than nothing.
The last benefit was especially important.
Since understanding the terrain was absolutely essential in a field dungeon…
Getting this information from the start was a huge advantage.
‘Hmm, matches my memory.’
After checking the map against my memories, Tustosta appeared largely unchanged from when I played the game.
Being in the jungle and a fortress made by early-game monsters, it had shoddy wooden fences and thorn vines.
For group attempts, the normal approach was to set fires first then pick off enemies one by one…
But solo attempts required a completely different approach.
Getting discovered early or late didn’t matter—being surrounded meant instant death.
Therefore, the first priority was…
‘Disguise and infiltration.’
First, I had to hide in places where patrol guards would likely make their rounds.
“Kook-kook-cheep, it’s been a while since we ate Gora-gorani.”
“I don’t understand what’s so tasty about that. It’s so tough.”
“That’s the charm, kook-cheep.”
When the monsters arrived…
‘Three orcs in armor, just wooden armor… cheap helmets too.’
I unleashed my spider silk.
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