Chapter 1

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Translator: Wjin

Chapter: 1

Chapter Title: Delivery into the Dungeon

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Moon Chae-ryeon was your typical college girl, the kind you could spot anywhere.

Her one quirky trait? She loved cooking so much that she made cooking vlog videos as a hobby and uploaded them online.

They weren't flashy showcases of gourmet feasts, but simple, easy meals perfect for solo dwellers—and her subscriber count was steadily climbing.

A straightforward channel name: Meal Prep. Short clips zeroing in on the food, brimming with heartfelt, no-fuss cooking skills. Soothing BGM and punchy gag lines tossed in like candy.

The channel hadn't hit 50,000 subscribers yet, but her fans adored Chae-ryeon's Meal Prep videos.

Chae-ryeon paid no mind to her subscribers bickering in the comments.

She was just thrilled watching her sub count tick up and today's video rack up views.

"Reactions are solid today too. Hope the momentum keeps going..."

Uploading cooking videos was Chae-ryeon's little joy in life.

And it doubled as ammo to sway her stubborn parents.

'If the cooking vlog blows up, maybe Mom and Dad will rethink me taking over the restaurant.'

Chae-ryeon had loved cooking since she was little.

Her YouTube channel stuck to simple stuff, but she had the chops for all kinds of cuisine.

Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Western—she'd hunted down recipes and cooked them herself so often that her skills sharpened on their own.

'So why not make cooking my career?'

Her heart pounding, the cooking-obsessed girl filled out her high school career survey and showed it to her parents.

They ran a pretty famous eatery, so she figured they'd cheer her on.

But their response fell flat.

"Running a restaurant is brutal! Mom works her butt off so you won't have to."

"Dad too. Up at dawn, home late—it's grueling. I regret not taking you kids to amusement parks like normal families... I just want you clocking out on time, Chae-ryeon."

"...Got it."

No parent loses to their kid, they say—but Chae-ryeon swallowed her tears, unable to sway them.

She wrote "office worker" on the form and ended up at a solid Seoul uni, high cut-off major and all, thanks to her hard studying.

But...

'...This ain't my path.'

Boredom set in.

Parents said hobbies were for cooking, so she majored in business—but it held zero appeal.

'I wanna cook. Cook!'

Her mind always drifted to food.

Even amid friends debating lunch, she'd zone out staring at the menu.

'I could whip up steaming alio e olio in a blink. Pair it with zesty lemonade from that lemon syrup I made recently—easy.'

Imagining fizzy soda topped with lemon syrup made her mouth water.

Her fridge was stacked with ingredients. Fingers itching, she'd often tell her friends:

"Hey, guys."

"Yeah?"

"Wanna come over to my place? I'll cook for you."

"Huh?"

"I'll make it delicious. I'm good at cooking. Just say the word."

Playing head chef, she'd drag her baffled pals home and treat them to feasts.

From kimchi fried rice piled high with beef to brunch platters rivaling trendy Insta-spots. Nothing was beyond her.

Bellies full, her friends gave thumbs up.

"Whoa, Chae-ryeon, you're a pro chef!"

"Ever thought of majoring in it?"

"Well... My parents hate me cooking. They want me in something else."

Hearing her story, they pondered and suggested:

"Such talent going to waste. What about YouTube? You'd blow up."

"Plenty of folks got famous with home cooking vlogs. Go that route?"

The idea hooked her.

"Right? You'd crush it, Chae-ryeon. Success there could even convince your parents."

"Huh? R-Really?"

"Try it! Worst case, no loss. Hit big, and you can cook whatever as a food YouTuber!"

That lit a fire in her.

She'd felt serving friends wasn't enough anyway.

'I want to feed my cooking to more people.'

But just a broke student, living off parents—no shop, no culinary degree. Scary to dive in blind.

So the pitch hit home. She launched Meal Prep and started squeezing in videos.

'Can't feed 'em directly, but...'

Watching fans recreate her recipes filled her with satisfaction.

'What to film today?'

Humming, she headed to the fridge—and frowned.

"Ugh... Already empty? Gotta restock."

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Even while vlogging, she kept treating her idea-giving friends.

Result? Her packed fridge got raided clean, goblin-style, time and again.

'What to make this time? Banquet noodles? French fries? Crispy cutlets? Ah, whatever—buy it all and see.'

Mid-brush in the bathroom for her outing, a bizarre alert blared.

Pam-para-bam~ Ppa-ba-ra-pam-para-bam!

Something she'd never imagined: a system window.

"...Huh?"

And just as surreal: a bizarre job she'd never dreamed of.

Dungeon Express Delivery Person.

"W-Wait, delivery? Like food delivery? What am I supposed to do with that?"

Muttering in disbelief, the window whooshed and changed.

"Uh... Um. Hi... Hello?"