Days passed, and Oasis City regained a semblance of normalcy, with trains stopping at Oasis carrying passengers with varied expressions—ranging from hopelessness to subtle hope that things would return to normal.
The streets bustled with people armed or accompanied by large beasts, all heading to the dungeon. They were all dungeon explorers who read the notice and were brave enough to apply for the surface project.
"Will the surface be overrun with poison and monsters, just as the history books described? Should I still apply to go, before it's too late?" the man asked his partner with a fearful tone, growing more nervous as they neared the dungeon entrance.
"If you want to go, then go! As for me, I'd rather die beneath a monster's claws than be deprived of air in my lungs." The other man's voice trembled. He was terrified of the unknown, but he feared suffocating even more.
