Bentley, deprived of his divine power and exiled from the Land of the Gods, was stripped of his title as the God of Dungeons and left wandering.0

However, even if his qualifications as a god had been taken away from him, the fact that he was once the God of Dungeons remained. Even as a human, he was still as powerful as ever. Also, the dungeon production methods and everything related to dungeons that had been ingrained in his head would never be imitated and copied by anyone currently. But he was left with nowhere to go in the land of the humans and could only keep walking.0

‘Do I have to make a dungeon and live in it?’0

He could probably build a cabin and live like any other human being. However, even though Bentley admitted and recognized the mistakes and wrongdoings that he committed, he still did not want to stoop so low.1

“...Damn it.”0

In the first place, Bentley was not one of the Continental Gods. He was born a pure-blooded god. He could not fit in the land of humans or hide in the dungeons.0

If he had to be honest, former God of Dungeons Bentley had already given up on living. That was why he deliberately did not drink a sip of water even though he was walking in a desert under the sun's glaring light.0

‘I truly became a human, huh?’0

Bentley’s head felt dizzy, and his body was covered with sweat. His throat was so dry that he felt like they were burnt; he could not even spit saliva from his mouth.0

Thud–0

Bentley, who had no will to live from the beginning, allowed...0